Suite Surrender

We weren’t quiet this time. We didn’t have to be.

Iris clicked the door shut behind us and the world narrowed to just the two of us; his body warm and solid, all hard muscle and familiar strength that made me feel totally safe and utterly owned at the same time. Joe kissed me, his tongue sweeping deep, and I tasted the lingering salt of our earlier quickie on my lips. His hands were already on my blouse; fingers rough, impatient; ripping the buttons apart in one sharp tug. They scattered across the hardwood floor like fallen stars. I didn’t care. I arched into him, moaning into his mouth as the air kissed my bare skin.

He tore his own shirt open next; buttons pinging off the wall, joining their brethren; then yanked it free and let it drop. My bra was gone in seconds, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples. His mouth followed, wrapping around one nipple, sucking hard enough to make my knees buckle. I cried out, fingers twisting in his hair, pulling him closer as he switched to the other, teeth grazing just enough to spark like lightning.

Our hands roamed; greedy, ****; clothes falling away as we backed toward the massive bed. The back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress and he sat, eyes locked on me like a predator watching prey. I stepped out of my skirt, leaving only my soaked panties clinging to my skin; crotch dark and drenched from the dressing room, from the car ride, from the sheer anticipation of having him again. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband, bent slowly, letting him watch as I peeled them down my thighs. The wet fabric clung for a second before sliding free, leaving a glistening trail on my skin. Joe’s belt clattered to the floor; he kicked his shoes off as I dropped to my knees between his legs.

My hands were on his pants before he could blink; unbuttoning, unzipping, tugging the slacks and boxer briefs down in one greedy pull. He lifted his hips and I dragged them to his ankles, freeing his cock. It sprang up; already half-hard, thick and heavy, veins standing proud along the shaft. I wrapped my fingers around him and he swelled instantly in my grip, growing thicker, longer, the head flushing dark and glossy.

I leaned in, and dragged my tongue slowly from base to tip; long, wet, savoring the taste of myself still clinging to him from earlier. Salty-sweet, musky, intoxicating. I splayed my fingers across his pelvis, cupped his balls, rolling them gently as I licked again, tracing every ridge, every vein, until he hissed through his teeth.

When I took him into my mouth, I sealed my lips tight around the head and sank down; slow at first, then deeper, hands twisting in rhythm with my mouth. I bobbed, sucking hard, letting my throat relax as he hit the back, then further; past my uvula, into the tight heat of my throat. His hands fisted in my hair, not guiding yet, but still possessive.

I placed my arms behind my back, offering myself completely. He understood.

Joe took control, his hips lifting, pushing me down until my nose pressed to his pelvis, lips stretched wide around the base. I gagged softly, throat fluttering around him, eyes watering, tears streaking my cheeks. He held me there; deep, unyielding; until my lungs burned and my vision blurred, then pulled me off with a slow, wet drag. I gasped, coughing, spit trailing in thick strings from my swollen lips to his glistening cock.

“Fuck, Emmy,” he growled, voice dark and dangerous.

I smiled up at him; proud, filthy, chin sloppy with drool, cheeks streaked with mascara tears. “Lay back, Joey.”

That secret nickname; the one only I used; flipped that switch in him. His eyes darkened to black. He obeyed instantly, reclining against the pillows, arms crossed behind his head, muscles flexing, watching me like he was already planning how he’d ruin me.

I climbed over him, straddling his hips, knees sinking into the mattress. My pussy hovered just above his cock, aching to be filled again. I reached down, gripped him at the base, and rubbed the fat head through my soaked folds; coating him in fresh slick, teasing us both.

For one fleeting second I wondered if we were being too loud in this ridiculously opulent suite Sabrina had gifted us. If our moans would bleed through the walls, reach Iris in the adjoining room, drift out the open balcony to the streets below. Then I sank down; slow, deliberate; taking him until my ass met his thighs and he was buried so deep I swore I felt him in my stomach.

It was all so exquisite; borderline painful, perfectly overwhelming. I moaned loud, shameless, head falling back as I rocked my hips, grinding against his pubic bone. Joe’s hands found my waist, thumbs digging into my hip bones, guiding me as I started to ride; slow rolls, then deeper, harder, ass slapping against his thighs as I screamed.

Fuck it, I wanted them to hear. I wanted the whole fucking hotel to know how good he felt inside me; how completely he owned me.

“Yes! Fuck! YES!,” I gasped, voice breaking. “Make me scream for you, Joey.”

His grip tightened. He thrust up and I shattered around him, crying out his name loud enough to echo off the high ceilings.

We were just getting started.