“I’m well aware,” I said, sucking in a breath as he gently smacked my ass. “People kept sending them to me long after my mother passed, so I started to actually like them.”
“Hmmm.”
“Do your tattoos have any meaning?”
“Every single one.” He continued tracing the petals on my back.
“Want to tell me what that meaning is?”
“Same as yours,” he said. “Loss, pain, and regrets.”
“Mine are for loss and strength.”
“No…” He pressed a kiss on my left shoulder. “That’s what you tell the people who happen to see them. You’re still obsessed with keeping a bit of the truth for yourself.”
I didn’t say a word. He was more than right, and I felt exposed.
Kissing my back one more time, he rolled me over so I was facing him. Guilt was etched onto his face, or at least that’s what it looked like.
“Is something wrong, Michael?”
“Yes.” He sighed. “I shouldn’t have fucked you tonight…I shouldn’t have talked to you, or messaged you on fucking Tinder.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Exactly what I said.” He shook his head. “I’ve fucked up, and I never fuck up…”
“If you’re worried about me wanting more after tonight, you could just ignore me like all the other guys, but I’m not interested in having casual sex.”
“That’s not what this about,” he said. “It’s…” He didn’t finish that sentence. “I’m going to ruin you.”
“Impossible.” I swallowed. “I’m already ruined.”
Staring at me for several seconds, he dipped his head low and sucked my right nipple into his mouth. “I’m going to spend the next few hours devouring your pussy until you come in my mouth at least twice, and then I’m going to fuck you in all the ways you have listed on your profile. Unless, you tell me that you don’t want that.”
I nodded, unable to refuse the offer.
“Good.” He gently moved me off him and walked to the door.
“Wait,” I said. “Where are you going?”
“I need to get my phone to call the concierge so he can bring us a few things.” He smirked. “We’re going to be here awhile..”
Meredith
Before
Several hours later…
* * *
Sunlight streamed through the windows in the morning, beating my skin with their harsh, unwanted rays.
I groaned as my eyes fluttered open, catching sight of the concrete jungle. Beyond exhausted, I slowly pushed the thick linens off my body and realized I wasn’t still bare-ass naked like I’d been all night. I was wrapped in a plush robe, my body still sore from hours prior.
Soft music played from the speakers that were hidden in the ceiling, the rough refrain of Frank Sinatra’s “Under My Skin” sifted through the open hallways.
On the nightstand to my left was a tall glass of water with two aspirin, a silver tray of assorted bagels, and a note from Michael.
* * *
Meredith,
* * *
I booked the room for the next few days since you’ll probably need time to recover.
You’re welcome.
~Michael
* * *
I mentally replayed all of our conversations, all of the times he was inside of me and brought me to a climax. I’d never been handled that way, never felt so connected to another person, and I never wanted to let it go. At least, not right now.
It was the best night I’d had in the past two years of my life, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it for a very long time; I also knew that I needed more of Michael. In any capacity.
Even a small dose right now…
Grabbing my phone, I dialed his number and hit call.
“Yes?” he answered on the first ring, his voice deep.
“Um, hi.” I lay back on the pillows. “It’s me. Meredith.”
Silence stretched over the line for several seconds.
“How the hell did you get this number, Meredith?”
“You opened your phone and texted the concierge at some point last night…” I paused. “I have a photographic memory.”
“How very interesting.” There was a smile in his voice. “Well, seeing as though I didn’t give this number to you, that means that I wasn’t interested in talking to you past our fucking.”
“Or maybe you forgot to give it to me, and you were just in a rush on your way out.”
“I can guarantee that wasn’t the case.”
“Well, I don’t see why you wouldn’t. We had a good time and talked quite a bit in between all of the sex. And you definitely came.”
“Not as many times as you.”
I blushed, and his sexy laughter came over the line.
“What’s the real reason you’re calling me, Meredith?”
“I wanted you to know that I meant what I said last night about not being okay with only having casual sex with the next guy I dated.”
“Hence, why I didn’t give you my number.”
“You mentioned wanting something deeper, too,” I said. “You said you don’t really get to know people past the two or three-month mark, and you’d always wanted to know what that’s like. You said that we seemed to both fit that bill… Did I misinterpret your words?”