Chapter 3
Davey
Eva tucked Callie into the room she shared with three others.
The fact that four women could share such a small room appalled me.
Who did that? And where were they from? I figured they weren’t from here.
I also knew my chances of running Eva off to my place were slim. She’d not want to leave her friends.
“Okay,” Eva whispered, finding me by the small entrance. “She’s out, her head is elevated, and there is water by the bed.”
“Are you turning in or—”
Eva shrugged. “What do you want to do? I feel bad because—”
I shook my head. “Don’t feel bad. It may be too forward or even a long shot, but what if I got us a room? Or would that freak out your friends?”
“Ellie will not care as long as she can make sure I’m okay,” Eva said. “We cannot fuck here—obviously. But I also need to be back for brunch at noon tomorrow.”
“Well, I can get us a room here?” I offered.
“On such short notice? Are you crazy?”
“No.”
“You’re that desperate?” Eva giggled.
So desperate. I’d not get the image of her cumming all over my hand out of my mind. It was mind-blowing. The way her eyes rolled back, her nostrils flared, and her legs quaked was a visual symphony. Coupled with screams and moans, I knew it was spankbank material for ages.
“I’ll try to get a room,” I said. “And… I don’t suppose you have condoms?”
“Not a one,” Eva sighed.
“I can grab some. Do you just want to wait until I come back here?”
“Text me the room number and I’ll meet you,” Eva said.
“I don’t have your number.”
She put her number in my phone and handed it back to me after texting herself.
ME
Thank you for cumming on my hand.
She laughed. “Okay, well, I am departing. Send good vibes or whatever for getting a room.”
It was all quiet at the front desk.
I approached the clerk, “I need a room—preferably a suite. Whatever you have, no worries about cost.”
She helped me land a suite with late checkout and sent me on my clandestine pursuit with two keys. My next mission brought me to a 24-hour drugstore. I gleefully raced to the condom aisle, cursing myself for not restocking after my last happy night out. To my great dismay, the place was decimated.
“Damn bachelor party season,” I groaned.
I’d been cursed. The only options were a regular-sized pack of a cheap brand. I knew they were going to fit too small, but what choice did I have? I knew I could at least get one on and suck it up. Maybe I’d even get a blowjob out of the deal? The possibilities were endless, right?
Hopeful and disregarding the too-small condoms, I planned to suck it up. Stepping onto the elevator, I texted Eva, who replied in an instant.
EVA
On my way.
Boom!
I settled into the hotel room, got half naked, hoping I wasn’t being presumptuous, and opened the condoms. It was on.
Eva
I knew I shouldn’t go to a rich man’s hotel room at 1 AM.
So many things could go wrong, but I couldn’t help myself.
Tonight, I was Eva the Independent Woman.
I was cosmopolitan and living it up in the city after years of boring hermitage.
Tomorrow, I’d take the train back to Indiana and go back to my “normal” where there would be no more rich men with a sub kink willing to spend money just to have a chance at fucking me.
Davey didn’t disappoint in the whole “spending money” way.
He’d paid out a very handsome tab I couldn’t afford in my unemployed breakup state—thank God.
As I entered, I realized he dropped a couple grand on this huge hotel room.
He stood from the bed where he sat and approached.
The lighting here was better. For a moment, I wondered if I knew him.
My thoughts faded as he kissed me. That was ridiculous.
I barely knew anyone in the U.S. at this point—certainly not any rich men who grabbed hotel suites for hookups.
“Well, you really were desperate,” I joked.
The way his tongue pressed into my mouth and how his stubble felt against my chin was somehow magical. He yearned for me. His stolen glances and worship of my body thus far emboldened me. I hadn’t felt this good about my body in years.
“Take your boxers off,” I said. “I want to see what I’m dealing with.”
“Why should I if you’re still in that dress?” Davey demanded.
“Get naked or I won’t.”
I knew it would please him. Davey stripped, tossing his boxers aside.
The man was hung. He was by far the biggest guy I had ever even contemplated fucking.
In fact, given my lack of recent experience with men, I worried it was a problem.
Once more, I tossed doubt aside. This was new and new was okay.
As promised, I undressed, luxuriating as he looked me over like I was an absolute snack.
I wondered if he saw my stretchmarks or knew about the war I’d fought earlier this year with my own body.
It seemed doubtful as I moved closer. I kissed him and pumped his swollen shaft with my hand.
I rolled my fingers over the head, enjoying how the precum felt between my fingers. He couldn’t wait to have me.
“I want to sit on your face.” I denied him a chance to play with my tits, owning the moment for my own pleasure.
“Yes, ma’am,” Davey obliged with no hesitation.
He fell onto the bed, inviting me and not giving a flying fuck about the mess I’d made earlier. I never did this with a guy but was game to try. He gripped my hips as I lowered myself, then dug in like this was a mission. He sucked on my clit too hard.
“A little less aggressive,” I winced.
“Oh, sorry,” he murmured. “You taste so good I couldn’t help myself.”
Davey slowed, licking and sucking more gently.
“Oh, fuck! Good boy!” I moaned, slowly gyrating against his mouth.
That encouraged him. He gripped my ass, hands roving. This was fun for him, but I was the one about to cum again. I marveled at his desire to forgo his orgasm to please me. He may have been a rare bird, but right now, he was my rare bird. Davey wasn’t magic, but he presented new possibilities.
“Oh, fuck me,” I moaned louder. “God, that’s so good!”
I knew he’d want me to say his name. And, after this effort, he deserved a little bit of thanks for his good deeds.
“Yes, Davey! Oh, fuck!”
I came hard and he took it like a champ, waiting for my come down before slapping my ass.
I giggled and rolled sideways, still reeling from my climax.
“Good? Or selfish?” Davey asked.
“So good. You are… really trying.”
“Trying and succeeding.”
“Uh-huh,” I panted.
Davey rolled to face me.
“I want to watch you cum,” Davey said. “I want to see your face light up and go wild again. Let me serve you.”
Oh, fuck! He said all the right things. The man was good at this.
I didn’t respond but let him kiss down my neck to my breasts.
He licked my nipple torturously, again sending a shock through my body.
I grabbed his cock suddenly interested in penetration and the satisfied feeling of pulsing around him.
For the first time in ages, I’d have more than my trusty glass dildo, which now had stiff competition—pun intended.
“Want me on top?” I asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” Davey agreed. “Whatever your heart desires.”
He flipped on his back, reaching for a condom on the nightstand.
I watched him very slowly roll the thing on, then climbed atop him. I took in his girth and length. As I ground against him slowly, he filled me wonderfully.
“Good?” Davey asked.
“Amazing,” I confirmed.
“Take all you want,” Davey said. “You’re in charge.”
Did he sense the slight worry I had? Penetrative sex was vulnerable in a way oral or foreplay wasn’t. Hands weren’t cocks and toys were less threatening. Anytime I did this, I braced for impact; but my trust in Davey grew every time he checked in.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
“You’re dripping,” Davey moaned. “Fuck. Your pussy’s perfect.”
“Yeah?” I dug my nails into his chest as I found myself already headed for another orgasm.
“You’re flushed. Are you about to cum again, Eva?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“You are so fucking good,” Davey said. “You wanna cum for me, baby? Are you a good girl?”
We’d switched roles, but I didn’t hate it.
“You think you can play daddy now?” I joked.
“I can play whatever you want.”
“Then make me cum, daddy.”
Part of it was cringe, part of it was so bad I loved it.
As I got close, he bobbed me up and down on his cock, leaning into this power I surrendered in the moment.
I threw my head back, screaming his name, and shuddering.
I half expected him to cum, but he kept rolling his hips into me, suggesting he was still good for more.
He spanked me. “Good girl.”
I grabbed his hand, playfully pinning it back. “You don’t get to spank me.”
His face showed worry.
“It’s a game,” I said. “You can spank me until I tell you it hurts. I like it.”
“Oh, yes please,” Davey played with my nipples. “I fucking love your tits. They’re just beyond… but… I also like your ass. Can I take you from behind?”
“Like fuck my pussy, right?”
“Of course, yeah. Just your pussy. That’s all,” Davey promised, confused.
I didn’t want to have to clarify, but I didn’t want a “wrong hole” scenario like so many of my girlfriends complained about.
I pulled myself to the side, presenting my ass.
I watched, mesmerized as he rolled the condom back further and slowly slid himself inside my wet, hungry pussy.
It felt even better this way. Davey started slowly at first, gripping my ass and thrusting.
With each pump, he gripped me harder, spanking me after a few thrusts.
I turned, watching him enjoy how my ass jiggled.
Like a kid on Christmas, he did it again, grinning wide.
“Harder,” I moaned.
Davey picked up speed, slapping my ass harder. Without prompting, Davey leaned forward a bit, stimulating my clit.
“I don’t want to cum until you do,” Davey said. “I want to cum with you, Eva. Can you be a good girl and cum for me again.”
“Yes,” I gasped, unable to fight how good this felt.
As he pounded me and rubbed my clit, I fell over the edge once more.
Pulsing around his cock, I fell forward temporarily, overcome with pleasure, my face in the pillows.
He gripped my hips, then moaned, having reached his own climax.
I felt him cum inside me and hold on to steady himself.
We panted heavily as he pulled away. As I flipped on my back, he discovered an issue.
“Oh, fuck,” he said—not in a sexy way.
“What?” I tried not to panic.
Davey held up the condom—in pieces.
“Oh, shit,” I said.
“I’m so, so sorry,” Davey said. “I have never… this hasn’t happened to me. Uh… are you on the pill?”
“No,” I answered.
I’d been trying to conceive for months using artificial insemination and sleeping with a woman, so the pill didn’t cross my mind.
While I anticipated his anger, I got none. He calmly said, “Oh, well, I can get you the morning after pill. I feel awful.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I knew the likelihood of that was less than him even texting me after tomorrow morning.
“No, I’m serious. It’s not your fault the condom broke,” Davey said.
“It will be fine,” I said for both of our benefit. “You’re right. Plan B will be just fine. Promise.”
I hoped the girls wouldn’t judge me for stopping by the drugstore on the way back. At least I’d made it to twenty-nine without needing emergency contraception, right?