Hotel O

I don’t even have to think about it before I answer. “Yes.”

I can hear him grin near my ear. “Just say the magic word.”

“Please,” I utter.

I’ve never wanted to beg for anything this badly.

Declan grabs my hand, entwining his fingers through mine as he pulls me along the corridor and into a room with a green dot under the handle and a metal slide at the top. He closes the door behind him but doesn’t turn the lock.

He rummages in his pocket and takes out a small black mask, which he uses to cover his eyes while never breaking contact with mine.

“Take off your panties,” he commands.

I do what he asks, slipping them down my legs while keeping the skirt on.

“Put on your mask,” he adds.

I pull open my purse, take out the golden feathery mask I brought, and put it on.

Then he slowly starts to strip. Just the top part of his suit, but one look at his gorgeous body makes me salivate. He throws down his shirt in a corner and stays put in the middle of the room, almost like a challenge.

I can’t stop staring. Can’t stop myself from touching him. My hand on his chest, sliding down his abs, every inch of rippling skin. I love how his chest rises and falls with each breath, getting a little more erratic as my hand goes lower and lower.

Until he tells me otherwise, I continue. I feel like he’s giving me permission while still watching me like a hawk.

I zip him down and lower his pants until his dick bounces up from the elastic band. Its firmness makes me want to lick it.

So I do.

I lower myself to my knees on the floor in front of him and open my mouth.

Taking him into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around his length. It bobs up and down, and a groan escapes his mouth.

Salty pre-cum drips onto my tongue.

Still, the door is not locked.

Anyone could come in at any moment.

Anyone could watch.

The thought alone makes me reach for my panties, and I start rubbing myself.

Judging from how his eyes lower to gaze at what I’m doing, he enjoys it too.

But he’s not pushing me. Not forcing my lips over his shaft. Not holding the back of my head to push me down to his base.

He lets me do what I want. Almost as if he’s curious to see where I’d take it.

I don’t mind showing him how committed I am to pure pleasure.

After all, why else would anyone come to this hotel if not to experience just that?

And since he doesn’t want a relationship, I might as well enjoy all the benefits for as long as they last.

As I suck him off, his dick grows harder and harder. Suddenly, the slider is pushed aside, and two eyes are visible. Someone is watching us.

My clit thumps in response.

I don’t stop licking him. His moans put me in a trance.

Until Declan suddenly pulls out.

With two fingers, he tips up my chin. “Do you want to know why the door isn’t locked?” he asks.

I nod. “So others can watch?”

A devilish grin spreads on his lips. “So others can join.”

Chapter 24

Kat

The man who was watching us opens the door and steps inside. My breathing stops as he closes the door behind him and approaches us.

“Are you scared?” Declan asks as he steps aside to allow the man to see me.

I shake my head. “Intrigued.”

Declan releases my chin and gazes at the man until the man steps forward and unzips right in front of me. I feel naked, vulnerable, used. In all the right ways.

His dick is long, thick, and already throbbing with need.

I stay, awaiting Declan’s command.

“Up. On your hands and knees,” he says, and I immediately follow his instructions. “Open your mouth.”

As my mouth opens wide, the man slides his cock onto my tongue.

I don’t protest. All I feel is a hunger for more. An insatiable appetite for sex and cum.

A full-blown slut, as Declan would say. And I’d wear the label with pride.

The man uses my throat like I’m not even there, and I accept every inch of him like the greedy girl I am.

I don’t even know his name.

From the corner of my eye, I watch Declan pull some things out of a drawer. Lube … and a toy with thick rings. A butt plug.

He positions himself behind me, shoves up my skirt, and squirts the liquid over my ass. Then he pushes in the butt plug slowly. Every inch makes me squint, and my nails dig into the wooden floor. But I refuse to quit.

He continues until it’s completely buried inside me.

Within seconds, the tip of his dick is against my pussy.

Slowly, he pushes inside. I gasp and then hold my breath as he goes deep. It’s my first time ever feeling two things inside me at once.