I covered my mouth, embarrassed.
“Oh, you’re the one to talk?” I retaliated.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to be too… forward.”
My hand acted by itself and caressed his soft hair.
“You are just forward enough,” I cooed before initiating another kiss. He didn’t hesitate to give back.
Slowly, we transitioned from a sitting position to lying next to each other, without breaking the kiss. The sofa was too narrow for the both of us, so I opened my legs to accommodate him on top of me. He obliged, his weight pressing reassuringly on top of me.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
The fragrance of his after-shave flooded my senses, and together with his taste took over my mind completely. I must’ve stopped thinking clearly, seeing that I found myself grinding on him, my legs as wide open as the sofa allowed me.
He joined me in my heated dance and pressed his crotch, hard, against me. I moaned loudly, more and more eager to be his.
“Fuck,” he whispered and pulled back.
I searched for an answer into his eyes. Hooded and glassy, they spoke the same language as mine. So, what was wrong?
“What are we doing?” he asked.
“You don't like it?” I couldn’t help biting my lip as I spread my legs even wider. I could see his jeans struggling against the pressure of his bulging cock.
“I love it.”
“Then fuck me.”
He grunted, clenching his jaw in an attempt to stop himself. I wasn’t going to let that happen. It was like something had gotten into me.
I started rubbing my pussy through my leggins, showing him how wet I was.
“Fuck, Eva. That’s… You look amazing.”
“Do you want me?”
“Hell yes.”
“Then have me.”
“Don’t say that. God. Are you sure?”
I nodded. That was all he needed. It took him a second to pull my leggings off. I thought he’d get rid of his jeans as well, but he bent down and kissed my pussy instead.
“God, you taste amazing,” he mumbled, as his tongue parted my engorged lips.
“Fuck. God. Oh, my God!” I managed to utter, barely breathing. Soon, I was grinding on him, holding him by the hair, offering myself to him.
“I need to fuck you, Eva.”
He was out of breath too, his voice growly with desire.
I smiled and sat up. He watched me, excited to see what I wanted to do.
As he was kneeling on the sofa, my face was at level with his crotch. I pulled the zipper down and freed a perfectly hard cock, just waiting to be enjoyed.
So I did. I opened my mouth and took him in, enjoying his expression of shock and pleasure.
I loved giving oral, it was my favorite way of pleasuring my boyfriends and David was the most deserving of them all.
He never broke eye contact. I sucked him off, getting his cock as deep as it would go, until I managed to touch its base with my lips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. God, that’s…”
He pulled out suddenly.
“You’re perfect. I. Want. To. Fuck. You.”
“Then fuck me.”
I stood up, with the intention of grabbing his hand and guiding him into my bedroom, but he had other plans. He turned me around, pressing my back against his broad chest.
“I want you know,” he grunted and pushed his cock into me in one swift move.
I screamed at first, but soon, as he moved in and out, I realized how big his cock really was. It stretched me with every inch going into me, sending millions of pleasure signals to my brain.
I thrust myself back, meeting him halfway. The increased pleasure made my legs quiver; soon, I was too close to the edge to move my limbs, so he took over completely.
He lifted my hips to minimize the height difference, forcing me to lean head down on the low coffee table, and began fucking me hard and fast. He thrust so hard, the table moved forward. I thought I was going to fall, but he had a good grasp on me.
Anyone could’ve walked in on us, but I didn’t care. All I cared was having him deep inside me, I was in love with the feeling of being filled to the brim. I loved how his cock made me feel like he was splitting me in two.
I came. Twice. And as loud as I had ever been. At one point, I actually screamed.
“Fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me,” I kept mumbling, not wanting him to stop. Ever.
He kept his crazy pace for an incredible while, pistoning fast into me, like there was no tomorrow. Then I felt him tense up; he wrapped a muscular arm around my waist, lifting me up. I had no support but his cock, as I was suspended in the air.
With his other hand, he held one of my legs up. I was too weak to do anything, I let him have me any way he wanted, just leaned back on him and took his cock full force.
I came a third time as he thrust hard into me for one last time. I could feel his cock against my cervix as he came, filling me up with his cum.
Once I was back on my feet, I stood on my toes and kissed him.
“That was like nothing I have ever done,” I said.
“Lucky you, I don’t intend on stopping any time soon.”
“Want some water? I could use some.”
“I meant it.” He pulled me tightly into him. “I am not stopping. I want to fuck you.”
“Again? Right now?”
His answer was a growl as he lifted me in his arms and took me into the bedroom.
I thought he was joking. I was still giggling when he mounted me again.
“Ah! Wow. You’re hard again.”
“I told you I’m not stopping,” he said with a grin. Then pushed his cock into me again.
DAVID
I couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off my face. I had it on when I left Eva’s room, on my way to the hotel, and was still there when I went to bed. All I could think of is her; the way she smelled, the way she moved, the way she talked. “How she moans, Jesus,” I mumbled.
I closed my eyes and pictured her. I frowned when I heard my phone, it was intruding into my fantasy. I didn’t want to check it, but it buzzed again.
“Eva!”
She was inviting me over.
“Tempting.”
I texted her back. “How about you come over. More privacy.”
She didn’t reply. Did I say something wrong?
I texted her the same question, still no reply.
I tried to think that she must’ve had a valid reason for that, but all I could imagine was either she was making fun of me or Alex had gotten to her.
“That prick, if he hurts her, I’ll kill him,” I muttered.
Ten minutes passed. I couldn’t just lay in bed, doing nothing. I called her. No answer.
I could feel the panic raising.
I decided to give her another ten minutes before going to check her dormroom.
Time had never passed so slow. After four minutes, I was so anxious, I could’ve burst through the door and ran all the way to her room, but tempered myself.
Six minutes in, someone knocked on my door.
“What the…?”
I opened the door, frustrated that someone was interrupting my illogical panic fit, and there she was.
“Hello, party boy,” she said, smiling. I didn’t get to say anything. She opened her coat and showed me she was wearing nothing underneath. Words escaped me.
All I could think was “Fuck,” which translated into an audible grunt, as I pulled her into my room and started devouring her lips.
I didn’t even notice how we got into the bedroom, the only thing I was painfully aware of being her warm skin over mine, and her sweet smell invading not only my nostrils, but taking over my mind.
“God, you’re so perfect,” I heard myself say. She giggled.
“Thank you, baby. This is crazy, but I think I might be falling in love with you.”
For a second, I couldn't quite comprehend her words, as I was too busy kissing eve
ry inch of her body. It slowly dawned on me what she had said.
“Falling in love?” I asked, lifting my head above her breasts just enough to see her eyes.
She nodded.
“I think you’re on the right track, then.”
“You do?”
“I’m a nice guy to fall in love with.”
She gasped, feigning shock for my lack of modesty. I shut her up with a noisy kiss and got back to where I left off.
Her belly button; I kissed around it. She was tingly and was constantly trying to push my head away. I wouldn’t have it.
The entire evening I spent it teasing Eva until she begged for me to fuck her. Several times.
“You’re a demanding little girl,” I joked, during one of the short breaks we took for hydration and food.
She giggled, unable to speak due to her mouth being occupied with a huge sandwich.
I watched her eat, my appetite gone. I was too happy for food; she looked amazing and it was enough for me. Disheveled hair, with stray auburn strands sticking out like a sex aura, her face puffy and soft, plump lips devouring her food, everything took my breath away.
“What?” she asked, wiping her mouth delicately.
“What?”
“You sighed, big boy. What is it?”
I couldn’t help but smile. She had that effect on me. “I think I’m falling in love too.”
“Aww, you’re actually blushing. So sweet.”
To make the scene even more embarrassing, she came around the table and hugged me, then kissed the top of my head.
“You pesky little thing, go sit down and eat your food,” I said and swung her by her hand.
As she sat down and resumed her meal, I followed my own advice and dove into the vegetarian burger I had ordered. The food seemed to taste better when I watched her.
Almost unnoticeably, her expression changed, a hint of sadness tinting her features.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my appetite gone once again.
“Nothing,” she mumbled, faking a smile.
I reached for her hand over the table. “Tell me. Please.”
“You know about the pictures,” she said, looking away.
“Yeah.”
“And you don’t hate me.”
“Why would I? What’s up with those pictures? It’s not like you were giving them away to his frat boys, that asshole betrayed you.”
She smiled bitterly. “True. But I sent them to Alex. What does that say about me?”
“I don’t understand.”
I really didn’t. She looked into my eyes, confused. “I sent naked pictures of me. Isn’t that something …”
“Slutty?” I could barely say before bursting into laughter. Her eyes widened in surprise and what could only be qualified as embarrassment, although it made no sense. “God, you’re so innocent.”
“What?”
“Naked pics… Gee, I’d expect to get some from my girlfriend. And any boyfriend would. It’s… I don't know, so common, nobody cares anymore. Well, anyone but you, apparently.”
“I know people send pics like that, but not everyone, right?”
I started laughing again, her clueless expression giving me a strange feeling of happiness.
“Everyone does it, baby. And it’s as far from slutty as a water gun is from a Beretta.”
She watched me laugh with a disbelieving expression for a full minute, before I decided dinner was over.
“Want a drink?” I suggested, standing up.
“Nothing with alcohol. I have an early morning class tomorrow.”
“Sparkling water it is, then,” I said, checking my wristwatch. “It’s past midnight, baby. If you have an early class, why don’t you go to bed?”
“And leave you drinking all alone?”
She wrapped her hands around my waist as I poured us two glasses of club soda. I offered her a glass and leaned against the mini bar, enjoying mine. I realized I was really thirsty and gulped down the water in a few seconds.
“Wow,” she said, sipping a tiny amount for her glass.
“Wow,” I commented back and we both chuckled. “Bed time, baby?”
She nodded and walked into the bedroom without a word. I could see she was getting tired and felt guilty for keeping her up for so long. I should’ve asked about her schedule.
“You coming?” she asked, patting the pillow next to hers.
I got into bed and she nestled at my side. I waited until she stopped shifting around before I turned to wrap my arm around her.
“Good night, baby,” I whispered into her ear. She didn’t reply, she was already asleep. It had taken her all of two minutes to do that.
Impressed with her performance, I grabbed her tighter and let my mind drift off onto the land of dreams as well.
In the morning, Eva was gone. I sat up, looking around the room. At first, I thought she had slipped out without waking me up, but then I heard her in the bathroom.
“Babe?” I called out.
“Morning, sunshine,” she replied, coming out of the bathroom. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“You didn’t.”
“I have to go. See you tonight?”
“Sure. Turns out, I enjoy waking up next to you.”
“Weird, since I wasn’t next to you when you woke up.”
She grabbed her bag and turned to wink at me.
“You’re cheeky. I like that.”
“Bye, baby.”
I watched her pretty ass leaving my room, a smile permanently stapled on my lips.
“Maybe I’ll stick around, see how it really feels to wake up next to you,” I shouted before she closed the door behind her.
I had surprised myself. Spending my sabbatical in her city actually looked like a good idea.
“I do have to downgrade on my sleeping arrangements,” I said to myself. I couldn’t possibly afford this hotel for another four months.
Excited with the idea of spending more time with Eva, I got out of bed, took an invigorating shower and left my room. I was thinking of having breakfast at the hotel’s restaurant and notify the reception desk of my checking out.
“I hope you had a nice stay, Sir. When will you be leaving?” the clerk asked.
“As soon as I find cheaper accommodation,” I said, more as a joke.
“Oh. Are you unhappy with our prices?”
“There’s nothing wrong with your prices, but I can't possibly afford them for four months.” I was starting to regret my joke.
“Do you intend on staying in the city for four months?”
“Yes. I’m on sabbatical from my hospital and I’ll be spending it here. Look, I’m sorry for what I said, it was only a joke. The fact still remains, though. I can’t afford your establishment on my resident salary.”
The woman typed something into her computer, leaving me waiting for a reply. “How would you feel about a 50% discount on the price of your room?”
“What?”
“I don’t think you’ll find cheaper motels anyway. Those that are, aren’t quite suited for decent folks to live in.”
“50% discount?”
“There’s a catch, though.”
“Of course there is.”
“Are you licensed to practice in this state?”
“Not yet. Why?”
She pursed her lips and I feared the nice offer wasn’t on the table anymore. It was weird how disappointed I felt knowing that I might actually have to leave this place.
“OK. What year are you?”
“Third.”
“So, almost done.”
“Yes.”
“How would you feel about being this hotel’s private medical assistant?”
“In exchange for the discount?”
“We can make it a 55% discount and you’ll mostly act as first aid or medical concierge, depending on the situation.”
“Will this take up all my time?”
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