‘You remind me of that woman from the saucy movie that was all the rage last year.’
Emma sighed with relief. She knew the movie he was talking about. A handful of people had said she looked like the female lead. She hadn’t thought the movie was particularly arousing but she did like the way Caleb used the word ‘saucy’. It sat well on his lips and made her realise he was delightfully coy.
She liked the challenge presented by coy men.
‘She had legs like yours,’ Caleb explained. ‘And you share similarities in your facial features.’
‘You might find that we share similarities in more ways than just that,’ Emma purred. She pulled the e-cigarette from his fingers and sucked lazily on the mouthpiece. Whilst she held it between her lips she met his eyes and stared at him with exaggerated innocence. ‘If you watched that film closely, you might find we share many more similarities.’
It was
as much as she needed to say to win him over.
‘Would you like to come back to my room to discuss this further?’
‘I thought you’d never ask,’ she grinned.
Ten minutes later they were up in his room. Ten minutes after that they were naked and the sex was proving to be amazing. He was obedient and pliant and eager to have his face buried between her thighs. Down there his tongue chased lazy circles against her wetness.
She took a handful of photos with her phone, capturing images of Caleb’s head as it pressed against her pussy. She sent the best of the pictures to Will.
She caught his tongue slipping against her clit.
She caught moments where his teeth nibbled lightly at her flesh.
She caught his nose pushing between the moist folds of her labia. Looking at the photos through a veil of quickening excitement, Emma thought they all looked luridly impressive.
After pressing send, she glanced down at Caleb and thought he looked like he wanted to move his face away. Hurriedly, she pushed at the back of his head and held him against her sex. ‘Suck my clit,’ she hissed.
It wasn’t just that she wanted her clit sucked, although she knew that was going to be pleasurable. She wanted his mouth against her pussy because she was fearful of letting Caleb talk. Given the way the evening had gone so far, she was reluctant to engage him in much conversation for fear of discovering that they had once worked together or he had been a client or they shared some other connection. She felt sure, if they did talk, she would discover they shared a secret history that would mean he wasn’t a stranger.
Whilst those considerations were rushing through her thoughts, the blistering pleasure that came as he suckled her clitoris pushed her to the brink of climax. Her heartbeat raced and she forced a balled fist into her mouth to stop herself shrieking in response to the pleasure.
Her phone beeped a couple of times.
She knew the messages were coming from Will and she knew he was sending pictures. Without needing to look, she figured they would be shots of Will with one or both of the brunettes he had been drinking with. If not those two, Emma figured there would be pictures of Will with some other beautiful woman or women, all of them enjoying a bout of illicit pleasure and proving that Will had better abilities than she did when it came to picking up strangers.
She ignored the intermittent beeping of the phone and focused on what Caleb was doing as his tongue teased the dewy flesh of her pussy lips.
It would have been easy, she guessed, to be annoyed by the situation. Will had been able to easily bed his choice of lovers for the night while she had struggled to find someone in the hotel who wasn’t a colleague, client or long-lost acquaintance. She pushed notions of unfairness from her thoughts.
Even though she hadn’t won the bet, the evening had proved to be a lot of fun.
Pleasure, blossoming from her loins, began to erupt through her sex and spread through her body. Every nerve ending screamed and trembled. The shriek of satisfaction that wanted to tear from her throat was muffled as she turned her face and buried it in a convenient pillow.
She clutched at the back of Caleb’s head and pushed his face more firmly against her sex. ‘Suck my clit more,’ she demanded, as the climax continued to rush through her body. She spat the words with the breathless insistence of orgasm. ‘Suck my fucking clit.’
Caleb did as she demanded.
Emma had to admit he was good with his tongue.
She also thought he was equally good when he bent her over the bed later and took her from behind. He rode her vigorously and hard until a second and then a third climax pulsed through her body. His technique was unsophisticated and brutal but, as he repeatedly thrust himself into her, and when his sheathed length finally thickened and then pumped inside her, Emma felt another rush of pleasure through the aching muscles of her pussy.
She groaned.
Caleb echoed the noise as he collapsed on the bed beside her.
Given the way her inner thighs trembled, Emma empathised with his obvious exhaustion. She felt equally spent. The evening was all but over and, although she’d managed to bed one stranger, that wouldn’t be enough to win the bet.