He and his girlfriend were staying on the 12th floor. My room was three floors down... close enough to make it dangerous, far enough to pretend I had self-control.

But I didn’t.

Not when he messaged: “She’s going to the mall. At least an hour. Bring that pretty little mouth up here.”

My pulse quickened. I knew what that meant. I didn’t waste time.

I slipped into a loose grey hoodie it's his, actually. It still smelled like him. Underneath, I wore only a tiny black thong, damp already with anticipation. My nipples pressed hard against the inside of the fabric, no bra to hide the way I was aching for him.

Hair pulled up into a messy ponytail, lip gloss smudged just right. I didn’t need to look perfect. I needed to look fuckable.

I tucked the keycard into my thong, just in case I needed to make a run for it. The hallway was empty, and every step toward the elevator made my heart thud harder. My thighs clenched involuntarily. I could already feel him.

Two knocks.. sharp, quick.

He opened the door instantly. Shirtless. Jaw clenched. Eyes dark with need.

He stared. And growled.

“Holy. Fuck.”

His hands found my waist before I could even say hello, dragging me inside, slamming the door behind us.

“You’re out of your mind,” he whispered into my neck.

“You’re hard,” I murmured, pressing my hand into the thick bulge straining his joggers.

He didn’t reply. Just backed me into the wall like a man starved. His mouth was on mine, hot and rough, and then on my neck, my collarbone, my shoulder. I shrugged off the hoodie and let it fall, exposing my bare chest. He looked down and let out a low, primal groan.

I dropped to my knees.

“Let me taste you before we fuck,” I whispered, already tugging his joggers down.

His cock sprang free, thick and ready, and I licked him like a treat I’d waited weeks for. Slow at first—teasing. Then deeper, wetter, swirling my tongue around the tip as I looked up at him.

“Fuck, baby—” His hand tangled in my hair.

I let him fuck my mouth for a moment, then stood and turned around, bending over the little hotel couch. I arched my back, looked over my shoulder, and said, “Make me scream.”

He didn’t hesitate.

He gripped my hips, slid my thong to the side, and pushed inside in one hard, desperate thrust. I gasped, grabbing the back of the couch, my thighs trembling as he filled me.

He was rough.

Perfect.

Pounding into me so hard the couch rocked against the wall. My body jolted with every thrust, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the quiet room. I bit my lip to stay quiet, but my moans still slipped through.. soft, filthy.

He grunted, gripping my ass, spreading me wider as he fucked me deeper.

I was dripping. Soaking. The friction made my legs weak, my head fuzzy. I reached back and rubbed my clit as he slammed into me, my body bouncing with the rhythm.

“You missed me?” I panted.

He leaned down and bit my shoulder. “Every fucking day.”

I clenched around him, riding every stroke, needing more. “Say it louder.”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, growling into my ear. “I fucking missed you. I missed this wet pussy. I missed you moaning like a filthy little slut just for me.”

I cried out, biting my own hand to muffle the scream that came as my orgasm built. Hard. Fast. Unstoppable.

But just as I was about to come—

A knock.

Loud. Sudden. Urgent.

We both froze.

Then it was her voice. “Baby? I forgot my purse. Can you open?”

His entire body went rigid. My orgasm shattered and recoiled like glass.

I scrambled off him, legs shaking, heart slamming in my chest. He yanked his pants up while I grabbed the hoodie and darted into the bathroom. I nearly slipped on the tile, my wet thighs slick and trembling.

I backed into the farthest corner, hoodie halfway on, thong sticking to my folds, the taste of him still lingering on my lips.

The door opened.

Her heels clicked in. She was right there.

“I swear I left it on the dresser. I’m so dumb.”

I held my breath. My heart pounded in my throat. I couldn’t move. My pussy still throbbed with need, juices smeared between my thighs. I could hear her footsteps crossing the room… pausing…

“Ah! Found it!”

She laughed, kissed him. Kissed the same mouth that had been devouring mine minutes earlier.

“I’ll be back in an hour. You okay?”

“Yeah,” he coughed, “just… napping.”

The door shut.

Silence.

Then... I exhaled. Shaking. Half-naked. Still soaking wet.

Five agonizing minutes passed before he finally stepped into the bathroom. His eyes were wild. His chest heaved.

I smirked as I pulled the hoodie over my tits.

Then, with a wicked grin, I leaned into him and whispered:

“Next time… I ride you with the door unlocked.”