KatyIn that moment, pressed between two strangers in a hotel suite, I couldn’t deny the truth: I wanted to say yes.As if Rob could see right through me, he took my hand and placed it on his growing hardness.Stunned, I tried to pull away but Rob’s hand held mine, keeping it right on him. “You don’t want to know what this feels like inside you?”My heart slammed against my ribs, and I couldn’t find words.“I… I don’t know,” I stammered, my fingers twitching against the thick bulge in his pants.Jack chuckled from behind me. “She’s thinking about it, Rob. Look at her flushed, I'm sure your nipples are hard as hell through that blouse.”“Stop it,” I said, but my voice was weak, and they knew it.I was shy, sure, but the way they looked at me like I was the only thing in the world made my resolve crumble.Rob’s thumb brushed my wrist. “No pressure, Katy, but you feel that, don’t you? You’re curious.”Before I could answer, Jack moved in, pulling me back against his chest. His lips found
Katy"Order for room 29 is ready!"The tray rattled in my hands as I made my way down the hall, trying not to look at my reflection in the mirror doors of the five-star hotel I worked at. Room 29. Whoever had ordered champagne and a late dessert had a taste for luxury. I rehearsed my polite smile, the same one I wore for every guest, even the ones who barely took notice of me.I knocked.The door swung open almost instantly, and I found myself staring at two men who looked nothing like the usual middle-aged businessmen I was used to. They weren’t in suits, weren’t tired. They were… intense.The taller one who had dark messy hair like he’d just run his hands through it, leaned against the frame with a grin. “Well, well, well. Room service just got interesting, Rob.”The other guy, Rob apparently, with blond hair and lighter eyes that seemed to scan me head to toe without apology, chuckled. “Jack, I think this is the best thing we’ve ordered all night.”I felt the heat rise to my face i
DaphneBrad grinned.“Hell yes, Daphne Jones.” He leaned closer. “I want you in my bed. No blankets, no wheelchairs. Just us.”I bit my lip, eyeing him teasingly. “What’s at your place?”“My bike,” he teased. “A big bed. And me, all night.”I laughed, sipping my wine. “Tempting. What’s the plan?”“More of this,” he said, his foot brushing mine. “But slower. I want to take my time with you.”“Slower, huh?” I teased. “You sure?”“However,” he said, his eyes dark. “As long as it'll make you scream my name again.”I tilted my head, imagining it. “Hmm."“Say yes, Daph.”“Yes,” I said finally, smiling. “Let’s go to your place.”Brad paid the bill, taking my hand in his as we left La Bella Vita. His sedan was parked nearby, and we climbed in, the tension thick as he started the engine.“You sure about this? Last chance,” he asked, glancing at me with a grin.“Drive before I change my mind," I replied, my tone teasing but firm.He laughed, pulling out of the lot. “No chance of that. You’re mi
DaphneA week later, I stood outside La Bella Vita, a cozy Italian restaurant downtown, smoothing my little black dress. My silver heels glittered in the dark, and my stomach fluttered with nerves and excitement. This was our first real date, outside the hospital’s walls.I’d spent an hour picking the perfect outfit, curling my hair, and fixing my makeup, something I never did for night shifts. Brad had texted me the reservation details yesterday, and I’d been counting the hours since.I pushed open the door and scanned the room. Brad was already there, at a corner table, looking disgustingly handsome in a fitted shirt with a black jacket and dark jeans. His eyes lit up when he saw me, and he stood, grinning.“Daphne,” he said, pulling me into a quick hug. “Holy shit, look at you.”I blushed, spinning slightly to show off the dress.“First time I’m seeing you out of scrubs,” he said, his gaze raking over me. “You’re fucking beautiful.”I laughed, sliding into the chair across him. “Yo
DaphneI grinned cheekily. “You sure you can handle it?”“Try me,” Brad affirmed, his voice rough with want. “Get up here, Daph.”I crawled over him on the blanket and straddled his face, being conscious of my weight and lowering myself slowly. “Like this?” I asked, just above him.“Lower,” he growled, his hands grabbing my hips and pulling me down without a care in the world. His tongue flicked against my clit, and I let out a gasp, the sensation electric.“Oh fuck, Brad,” I moaned, easing into it and rocking gently against his mouth. “That’s so good.”He groaned, his tongue swirling and sucking hard. “You taste fucking amazing,” he murmured, his hands squeezing my ass. “Ride me, baby.”I began moving, grinding against his face, my moans echoing in the night. The stars above us and the city lights below made it feel surreal, like we were in our own fantasy world.“Keep going,” I panted. “Don’t stop.”“Never,” he said, plunging his tongue in deeper and licking every inch of me. “Moan
Daphne"Did I even need to ask?"I chuckled, snatching it from him with a knowing look.He shrugged proudly. "I stay ready, what can I say."“You sure about this?” I asked, tearing the packet open. “Your leg’s better, but we gotta be careful.”“Fuck careful,” he growled, kissing me hard. “I’ve been wanting this for days, Daph. I need to be inside you.”I rolled the condom on him, feeling his hardness. “God, you’re so fucking hard ” I whispered, stroking him slowly. “Feel how hard you are?”“That's what you do to me,” he drooled, his hands on my hips. “Climb on me. Let me feel that pussy.”I straddled him on the blanket, crossing my leg over him.“This okay?” I asked, positioning myself over him. “Don't want to mess up your recovery.”“I’m fine,” he murmured, pulling me down. “Just fuck me, Daphne. I’ve been dreaming about this.”I lowered myself slowly, gasping as he entered me and filled me completely. “Oh fuck, Brad,” I moaned, adjusting to his size. “You’re so big.”“Does that feel