Rock All Night(94)

We stayed like that for a minute, and I could feel myself getting closer, closer – when suddenly one of the feet of the dresser broke and we suddenly were sliding down a thirty-degree incline.

He shouted in surprise and I was shrieking with laughter as he staggered backwards towards the bed –

And then I slammed into the mattress, and he was f*cking me again, twice as fast and three times as hard and I screamed with pleasure and shock and delight as he bit my neck and grabbed my breast, roughly squeezing the nipple as his cock pounded thick and deep inside me.


Again I was getting closer, and suddenly we were rolling off the bed. I screamed as we fell, him onto his back, me jolting down hard on his cock. Then he was rolling me onto my back, my naked body was on the lush carpet, and he kept rocking into me without missing a stroke. The bed had moved with every thrust, but here on the floor, nothing could give way – so my body stayed stationary (except for my breasts, which jiggled and slid as he pounded into me) and I felt him go even deeper, harder, more powerfully inside me.

Suddenly I was over the edge, screaming, and then he was hollering, and I felt his cock explode inside me as my own orgasm jolted every inch of my body. I grabbed his hair and slammed his head down against my shoulder as he thrust away, his cock getting larger, then a split second later smaller, larger then smaller, until his contractions tapered off and mine slowly subsided into low, sweet, lingering bliss.

He groaned and kissed my neck softly where he’d bitten it just a moment ago.

“We need to do that more often,” he whispered huskily.

I laughed. “Might get expensive.”

He looked around the room, at the lamp on the floor, the broken dresser, the cracked TV hanging at a crazy angle off the wall.

He shrugged. “Fuck it… I’m rich.”

And then we went at it again.





78




I woke up the next morning feeling like someone was taking a baseball bat to the inside of my skull. My stomach was doing slow, nauseating somersaults, my body was bruised from our sexual rampage the night before, and my lady parts were tender and sore.

I felt like slipping back into unconsciousness for another week. Maybe two.

I propped myself up on one elbow and surveyed the wreckage.

Damn we’d broken a lot of hotel property.

The only reason I dragged my ass out of bed was that I had promised Shanna I would see her off before her early flight back to New York. So I left behind a gorgeous, naked, sleeping man and got into the shower, hoping that the hot water would wash away my alcohol poisoning.

Nope.

I got dressed, put on minimal makeup, and watched my boyfriend as he slept. He was lying on his front, and the covers were draped halfway off his sculpted ass.

What a view… I just wanted to reach out and touch it…

But obligations called. And if I woke him up by fondling his butt, there was a good chance I might not make it down to breakfast.

Not to mention my head, stomach, and naughty bits might not be able to take another round right now.

I reached the hotel restaurant at about half past nine. Shanna was sitting by the window, already looking put-together and mostly recovered. As I recalled from college, she had that gift. On the other hand, she also had lots of practice.

“Mornin’, sunshine,” she said cheerily as I slumped into the chair opposite her. She touched the massive Bloody Mary next to her plate and asked, “Want a little sumpin’-sumpin’?”

“God, no,” I said, my stomach threatening to leap out of my throat at the thought.

“Best remedy for a hangover ever. Well, no, that’s not true. Best way to never get a hangover is never stop being drunk.”

“Is that your secret?”

“Hell yeah, bitch. Always has been. I’m ridin’ the buzz I woke up with all the way back to New York. Sooooooo… what did you do last night? I know who you did, I’m just curious about the details.”

“Wrecked a hotel room,” I said, and couldn’t help but grin.

“Reeeeeaaaally.” She leaned forward eagerly. “I’m assuming we’re talking a lot of extreme sports sex, and not some kind of wall-punching rock star freakout.”

“No. I mean, yes – the former, not the latter.”

“I’m so jealous…” she sighed, then got a mischievous look on her face. “Last night was just like old times: I wind up passed out, and you end up with the hot rocker.”

“Hey, that was your own fault,” I said as I sipped a glass of ice water.

“What, you ending up with the hot rocker?”

“No, you passing out. Why didn’t you try to sleep with Ryan?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. Are you seriously going to go there?”

“What, he’s not good enough for you?” I asked, a little offended on Ryan’s behalf.

“No, he’s hella fine. But he seems to be carrying a certain torch for someone who shall remain nameless hack hack Kaitlyn,” she coughed into her fist.

My already overwrought stomach was doing triple cartwheels now. “No – that’s – unh-unh – ”

“Oh please. He’s so into you, I couldn’t have won him over if I’d been offering free blowjobs and lollipops. Which I was. And it still didn’t work.”