“Are you getting a hard-on?” she asked, sounding incredulous.
“Yes. I can’t help it. Your body is perfect.” I was also almost certain that she was moving her ass like that on purpose. She was wiggling again and no one had that much trouble getting comfortable. “I suppose you can’t help that either.”
“Help what?” she asked and her tone made it clear that she knew exactly what she was doing.
“Rolling your hips and bumping your curves into my cock. I’m starting to get the impression you want me inside your ass. Either that or you want me to spank it.”
“I think you’re reading too much into it,” she said, her voice a little husky. “You’re the one who pulled me over here.”
Shifting my hand around to her pussy, I teased her clit, before easing a finger inside her. She moaned softly.
“You’re still wet, Mia… just one minute. I want my cock inside you for one minute, then I’ll let you go to sleep.”
I was already reaching for the condoms and tearing one open.
Mia stayed on her side but she glanced back at me. Her eyes were slumberish but filled with desire. “Not the back door. Not this time, anyway.”
Damn. “Yes, ma’am. Whatever you say. Your wish is my command.”
The corner of her mouth tilted up. “I almost believe you.”
“What does that mean?” I scissored her legs and eased my cock right into the welcoming heat of her pussy.
Her breath hitched. “I mean I feel like you can talk me into anything. You’re absurdly hard to resist.”
“Does that mean I get more than one minute?” I teased at her nipple, moving slowly inside her.
“Yes, I think it does, James.”
I smiled.
She couldn’t see me, but she said, “I can hear you smiling.”
That made me laugh, even as I stroked inside her. “That’s impossible.” I eased out of her and rolled onto my back. I pulled her onto my thighs and chest, enjoying the full weight of her draped across me. The new position woke her up a little. Mia shifted, restlessly rocking her hips against me. I shifted my cock inside her and watched her push off of my chest, her hair spilling forward, breasts high.
Mia gave me a whole lot more than one minute.
She gave me another forty-five in three different positions and a blow job that I’d be thinking about for weeks.
We finally both passed out in an exhausted tangle of limbs.
Now that was how you turned a lousy night around and made it one for the record books.
Mia was one hell of a woman.
Chapter Four
Mia
Years of living under the fear of being fired and subsequently evicted had my body finely tuned to what time it was, no matter what I had done the night before.
So in the morning, after being thoroughly banged by James, I jerked awake, half sitting up with a heart-pounding gasp. What the hell time was it? The room was still dark, but that didn’t mean anything. James had room-darkening blinds. A glance to my left showed him sleeping on his stomach, one hand dangling off the bed. Geez, that looked uncomfortable. His face was buried in his pillow.
My mouth was dry and I had the throb in my head from both alcohol and lack of sleep. My phone was in my bag, so after looking around for a clock to appear and concluding no such item existed in this minimalist bedroom, I eased out of bed naked, trying not to disturb James. I tiptoed across the carpet to the chest of drawers where we had dumped out my bag looking for the condoms. Items from Mississippi were scattered everywhere across its surface and on the floor. My phone was always in the interior pocket that zipped closed, and when I pulled it out, I almost had a heart attack.
It was five forty and I had to be at work in twenty minutes.
“Shit,” I whispered to my phone screen, as if swearing would alter the time. “Shit, shit.”
I dropped to the carpet and started tossing items back into my bag frantically. I couldn’t be late. My boss, Dawn, was a power-thirsty Gen X tyrant who held female employees to a higher standard than the men. She would love the opportunity to write me up, or worse, fire me, and being at a busy coffee shop in a casino provided good tips that I couldn’t afford to lose given my mom’s recent medical expenses.
Grabbing my dress off the floor I stood up and used my arm to sweep everything off the dresser into Mississippi. I got it all with one motion, all of my various items tumbling into the bag. I shook it so the heavier items would fall to the bottom, giving the bag balance, and looked around for my bra and panties and shoes. I found the bra on the floor. No panties anywhere in sight, but I had a spare pair in Mississippi in a plastic bag, because you never know when you’ll need clean undies. I spotted one of my heels, but not the other.
After crawling around naked on the floor for a solid two minutes trying to find the matching shoe in the dark, I decided to abandon the search. I was burning precious time. The shoe would have to be a sacrifice to the hookup gods. Thanks for the bone, here’s a nude cage heel.
Tossing the one heel I did have in my bag, I moved into the living room, still naked, so that I could get dressed without risking waking James up. My bra went on along with the panties from my bag, then I dragged my dress on over my head. I figured the rest could wait. My work uniform was in my bag, along with sneakers, but I didn’t have time to put them on. I could shove my feet in the shoes in the Uber, and change at work, teasing from my co-workers be damned.
Five forty-six.
Damn it. I glanced back at the bedroom, cheeks feeling flushed from waking up so quickly and rushing around. I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.
But what difference did it make?
James lived in Miami.
It was a one-night stand.
I couldn’t manage a relationship in person in Vegas, given my schedule. I definitely couldn’t handle one long-distance.
Which was absurd anyway. Just because James and I had clicked and had a great time, didn’t mean he wanted anything more than what he had gotten. Which, let’s be honest, was a lot. He had pleasured me for hours. In many different ways. At one point my orgasm had been so cataclysmic it felt like I’d broken the sound barrier.
That kind of chemistry didn’t deserve to be forced into a long-distance relationship doomed to fail. It was a one and done.
I had accidentally mentioned a next time. It had slipped out before I’d even considered my words, just because being with James was easy and fun. He’d agreed there would be a next time, but the man had me naked in his bed and wanted more, what the hell else was he going to say?
There was no point in worrying about any of it. He would go home to Miami and I would go back to cleaning hotel rooms and making lattes.
I left, making sure his front door didn’t slam behind me, but softly clicked in place.
Barefoot and grateful that no one looked twice at anyone’s morning-after outfit in Vegas, I jogged down the hallway and slapped the elevator button. Bouncing on the balls of my feet, I kept glancing back at the apartment door. I was worried James would open it and ask why I was leaving without saying a word and hold me up with exchanging numbers or murmuring platitudes about having had a nice time.
It did go against the rules of politeness I had been raised with by my grandmother to just roll out without any sort of explanation or at least a thank-you note for the orgasms. Well, not that my grandmother would have suggested compliments for the orgasms. But you get the point. Everyone deserved the courtesy of a goodbye, especially a man whose tongue had been buried deep in your pussy.