Sighing, I turn around and walk back to my room. If I have to fill in time, I might as well wait back in my room and do something I enjoy.
Or someone I enjoy.“You’re back.”
Katie’s eyes light up when I walk back into the room. She walks over and wraps her arms around my waist, then slowly kisses along my neck. I chuckle at her sudden friskiness, enjoying her assertiveness. Especially after she was so annoyed at me for making me stay here.
“I was gone for like ten minutes,” I grin.
“It was a long ten minutes,” she retorts. “I’m already bored in here.”
“Funny. You strike me as the type of person to be all over lazing around a hotel room.”
She narrows her eyes. “I’m going to pretend that didn’t sound like an insult.”
“You’re not in your bath,” I observe as she tries to peel off my shirt.
I save her the trouble and lift it over my head, tossing it on the floor. She sighs as she runs her hands over my chest, paying extra attention to my nipples. I laugh, then swallow a groan, because her touch feels amazing, as always.
“Forget being a criminal,” she teases. “You should’ve been a cop and put those amazing deduction skills of yours to use.”
I laugh and rub my jaw. Fuck, if only she knew.
“Anyway, I am taking your advice and having a bath, it’s just not ready yet. But now that you’re here, maybe I can find something to do while I’m waiting …”
She drapes her arms around my neck while I put my hands on her waist. I sigh at the feel of her soft creamy skin against my fingers. I lean down and cup her chin, pressing my lips against hers. She lets out a little moan and looks deep into my eyes as I caress the back of her neck. She unbuckles my belt, and then tugs down my zipper, reaching inside to free my cock. I groan, stiffening against her touch.
“Fuck the bath.” She lifts her eyebrows and grins at me. “I can think of better ways to relax.”
I laugh, my cock growing even harder.
“Really? Have you seen the size of that bath in there?”
She runs her tongue over her lips, then lifts them into a smirk.
“Trust me. I’ve seen bigger.”
Fuck me.
She slides her tight fist along my shaft. I groan, because it feels incredible, each stroke firmer than the last. When she gets down on her knees and takes me in her mouth, I’m in heaven.
“God.” I hiss, nodding my approval. “I agree. There’s no better way to clear the mind than with a mouthful of cock.”
“Speaking from experience there, are you?” she asks with a smile.
I laugh. I guess I deserve that one.
“Fuck,” I mutter. I take a step back, so I’m against the wall, as she sucks me hard.
I hiss, grabbing hold of her head so I can watch my length disappear between her lips. She stares into my eyes, rolling her tongue around my tip, while she devours my cock. She teases me, sucking me so hard she pushes me to the point of pain, then she backs off, but only for long enough for the urge to force myself deep down her throat arises again.
“I love it when you take control,” she whispers, curling her tongue around my tip.
I groan, tightening my hold on her hair, as I ram my length into her mouth. I grunt, working my muscles tensing as the intensity inside me shifts up a gear.
And then my phone rings.
“Fuck,” I growl.
I’m so close. So fucking close to exploding, it’s ridiculous. I don’t even need to check who it is, because I already know it’s going to be Julian, and it’s distracting me enough that I can’t finish the job.
“Stop.” I hiss, pushing her away. My cock throbs, begging me to let her finish me off, but I can’t. “Fuck.”
“Why?” Her eyes gleam. “I can keep going. You might enjoy it.”
“No, I guarantee being sucked off while talking to Julian about Lily will not be an enjoyable experience,” I mutter.
I reach for my phone, still stiff because she insists on playing with me. I shift away, which is apparently hilarious to Katie. I narrow my eyes at her, as she sits on the floor, shaking with laughter.
“What’s up,” I grumble.
“You sound angry,” he comments.
“No, I was just in the middle of … something important,” I finish.
Note to self: Call Julian the next time I need an erection killed, because it’s done the job.
“Sorry, I was just returning your message,” he says.
“Yeah. Can you meet me?”
“Now?” he hesitates. “I’m getting married tomorrow,” he reminds me. “I kind of have a lot of shit to still do.”
“You know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”
He sighs. “Can it wait an hour? I’m sorting something out for Lola.”