Shit.
As bad as it sounded, it really could have been a whole lot worse. I mean, it’s not like I was calling her the name of some other chick who had been hanging out with us all night, or her sister, or anything like that. It was an honest mistake, which would surely be forgivable.
Nah.
I knew chicks too well to believe that would work.
“Holy Mary, mother of God, you have a fine, fine ass,” I moaned as I kept pumping in and out of her.
“Oh!” she cried out as she turned her head back to the pillows and pushed herself up a bit more on her arms.
See? No worries.
“Mmm…oh, wow, Nick…” She bucked back against me, and my fingers circled her clit a little more. “Oh yeah – yeah…right there!”
I felt her body shudder around me, and her ass gripped my cock just a little bit more. It was about all I could stand, and after just a few more strokes, I felt my balls tighten, my legs quiver a little, and I unloaded deep inside of her with a moan.
Moving slowly, I stroked in and out a couple of times. It was my favorite thing about ass-sex with a chick – not having to pull out right away to make sure the condom didn’t leak. I was never willing to risk non-gloved love the other way. My life was weird enough as it was without bringing a kid into the picture. I was just too paranoid.
Apparently, having a guy hang out inside of her wasn’t Maci’s favorite thing because she almost immediately shifted herself up towards the pillows, causing me to pop out with an actual, honest-to-God popping noise.
My dick felt cold.
And shriveled.
It kinda looked that way, too.
“Was that guy serious about the con suite party?” Maci asked as she jumped up and started pulling her clothes back on her body. She had to untangle her bra from my jeans but made pretty quick work of it and even handed the pants to me so I could get dressed, too.
“There’s always a con suite party,” I replied, nearly forgetting my fake accent.
“I mean about the free food and drinks,” she clarified.
“Yes, love,” I said, “but it’s going to end up being as exciting as a box of crisps and beer only you Yanks would drink.”
“But still, it’s free, right?”
“Yes,” I sighed.
“Let’s go check it out!”
No longer really in the mood to keep up the game, I glanced over at her and shrugged a little.
“Why don’t you go, and I’ll maybe see you up there later?” I gave her a nice smile, which she returned as she adjusted the straps of her bra and jiggled her little tits around until they were back in position.
Maci bounced out of the room after giving me another tonguey kiss, and I let the door slam closed. With a big sigh, I turned around and uncapped a bottle of Canadian whiskey and poured a decent amount into the hotel’s complimentary, Styrofoam coffee cups next to the complimentary coffee maker. I put the lid on the cup in order to increase the subtlety slightly and was about to head back out, but I ended up sitting on the edge of the bed instead.
I took in a long, deep breath and looked around the room.
Liquor bottles, sticky plastic cups, open suitcases, and an unopened box of condoms.
Figuring I didn’t have to be a jerk about it, I picked up the condom box and shoved it back into my travel bag. My cigarettes were on the nightstand, so I grabbed them and headed to the balcony to smoke. As soon as I got there and opened the pack, I saw it was empty.
“Fucking Lee,” I muttered under my breath. I didn’t mind him bumming one, but taking the last one without even telling me wasn’t cool.
I plopped down on the plastic chair next to the balcony rail and sipped at my whiskey-in-a-coffee-cup. It was warm enough outside I didn’t need a coat, and the wind wasn’t so bad in this area of town like it was closer to the lake. Still, I wished I had a cigarette. I wished I had a pizza, too, but it was too late to order from any place decent. Ultimately, I wanted whatever wasn’t around right at that moment.
My cock was satisfied, but I wasn’t.