The Do-Over (The Miles High Club #4)(80)

He holds himself at the base and bounces his hardened dick on my sex and then, without warning, slides home in one sharp movement.

The air leaves my lungs, and he stills to let me accommodate his size. My body ripples around his.

He moans, and I smile darkly. That’s it . . . the perfect sound.

Christopher Miles aroused is next level . . .

He takes my two hip bones in his hand and drives me into the mattress, hard and fast.

The oil slapping between our skin.

I close my eyes to try to deal with him. The strength that oozes from his large muscular body is taking mine over.

Powerful, piston-fast pumps.

Deep and wet, the sound of my body sucking him is loud in the room.

The bed is hitting the wall, the sound of our skin slapping is deafening, and good god . . .

I see stars . . . all the stars, maybe even the moon.

How can anyone be this good at sex? He’s an Oxford scholar on the subject, a professor, master of the universe.

I’m positive that if he ever did porn, he would break the internet.

With the sound of his moans and the feel of his thick, hard cock deep inside me, I lose control. My body contracts around his, and I come hard.

He slaps me on the behind and follows as he holds himself deep. I feel the telling jerk of his cock thrusting deep, and I smile into the mattress.

He tips his head back as he pants, gasping for air, and perspiration dusts his skin.

His hands tenderly rub my behind and up over my back: such a contrast to the beating his body just gave mine. “That was fucking good,” he replies in his husky aroused voice.

“Where we at?” I pant.

He chuckles and pulls out. “Getting there.” He rubs his fingers through the lips of my sex to feel himself there. “Eighty percent.” He keeps rubbing me there, and he inhales sharply, transfixed with what he’s staring at. “You have no idea how fucking hot this looks, Grumps. Me . . . inside you.” He lifts his hand to show me. Semen drips off his fingers. “Fucking hot,” he mouths before sucking his fingers clean.

Jeez . . .

What the hell?

The man’s a bona fide deviant.





CHRISTOPHER

We walk up the corridor of the hostel. It’s early morning. I have my bartending course today, and I wanted to check Grumps back into the hostel before I go.

We didn’t check out before we went to the hotel, so we still have the same room.

I open the door and am instantly hit with the stench of alcohol.

Fuck.

There are other people now staying in our room.

Strangers.

I look around at the four people in the beds, all men in only their underpants.

Still half-drunk.

One of them is naked, his soft dick on display as he sleeps.

Fuck.

“Close the door,” one of them grumbles.

I turn to Hayden; her eyes are wide as she looks around at the naked bodies. Up until now we’ve been blessed with good, respectful roommates.

“Screw this.” I pull her out of the room by the hand. “You’re not staying in there.”

“We have to,” she replies as I drag her down toward the office. I glance at my watch. Fuck it, I don’t have time for this shit this morning. “It will be fine.”

“It is not fucking fine,” I snap. I march into the office to see Howard, the manager. “Hi, Howard.”

“Hey, Christo.”

“Listen, we’ve got a problem. I need a private room for Hayden and me for three nights, please.”

He looks between us. “Finally got the balls to make a move, did you?”

“Fuck off. Listen. There are a bunch of drunk idiots in our room, and I’m not leaving Hayden with them. I have a bartending course on all weekend, and she has nowhere else to go. They’re all naked and drunk in there. What’s she supposed to do?”

“I’ll just go to the beach and read my book,” she says.

“It’s raining,” I snap.

“I’m fine,” she replies, indignant. “I’m not a damsel in distress, Christopher. I can look after myself, you know.”

“No private rooms left,” Howard replies.

“Fine. We’ll go back to the hotel.” I begin to drag Hayden from the office.

“We are not going back to the hotel. We’re not wasting that money.” She digs her heels in. “We’re staying here,” she demands. “I’m not a princess.”

“No.” I begin to see red. “Howard, we have stayed here every weekend for three months. Surely we get some preferential treatment, for fuck’s sake.”

He stares at me.

“How many fights have I broken up for you in that bar?”

“You caused half of them.”

“I mean it,” I splutter. I’m going to be late for my course.

“Fine, you can have a room on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You said you were doing a bar course?”

“Yeah, so?”

“You have to work behind the bar for me tonight.”

“I don’t even know what I’m doing yet.”

“It would be good practice.” Hayden smiles hopefully.

Damn it, I can’t leave her here with nowhere to hang today. “Fine. But I want the room keys now.”