Rock All Night

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We stumbled out of the elevator, our legs entangled, him straining his head forward to kiss me as I twisted away, laughing, nervously saying “Wait!” as I scanned the hotel hallway.

Nobody around.

So I turned back around and let him ravish me, his lips insistent, his kisses wild, his passion uncontrollable.

He backed me up against the wall opposite the elevator and kissed my neck, licking it lightly from collarbone to ear.

“Wait – we have to get in the room,” I gasped as he nibbled my ear, then went back to kissing my neck.

He lifted me into the air. He pulled one of my thighs the way he wanted it, and I immediately got the message: I wrapped my legs around his waist. If we’d been naked, he could have f*cked me just like that, against the wall.

“We have to get in the room!” I whispered in his ear, and moaned as I felt his cock beneath his jeans pressing hard against my p-ssy.

In answer, he lurched down the hallway still carrying me, with my legs wrapped around his waist, a travelling display of indecent public affection. We probably would have looked either scandalous or comical as hell to bystanders, but when you’re in the middle of foreplay in a public place because it’s so goddamn hot that you just Can’t WAIT, then you don’t really give a rat’s ass about what imaginary lookee-loos would think.

“Find the room,” he whispered hoarsely in my ear as his fingers dug into my ass, travelled beneath the edge of my skirt, touched the line of my panties, and stroked the soaking wet skin beneath.

I scanned the walls, looking for the little plaques with Rooms 400-418 This Way –

“Oh my f*cking god,” I whispered as his finger slid inside me and caressed me from the inside.

I pointed the way with a suppressed moan, and Derek stumbled to our room down the hall, doing pornographic things to me all the way there.

Again he pressed me up against the wall, but this time he paused long enough to insert the card into the lock and open the door. Then we spilled inside the darkened room, slammed the door shut, and the frenzy began.

His hands were tearing at my clothes, I was feverishly trying to rip off his – his sunglasses clattered somewhere on the floor, my blouse was flying through the air – it was like a race to see who could get the other naked first –

And then I remembered back in Athens, and how slow, and long, and deliciously drawn out it had been.

“Wait,” I gasped, and put my hands on his as he tried to pull off my bra without unhooking it. “Wait.”

He groaned, but stopped. “Oh my God, PLEASE, Kaitlyn, don’t do this right now – ”

“No, it’s not that, it’s…”

I looked up at him in the darkness. The only light from the room was through the windows, but it was enough to see the outline of his face.

“…I want the night we should have had four years ago,” I whispered.

I could see the side of his face change, could tell from the way his cheek pulled up that he was smiling.

“Okay,” he whispered, and nodded. “Okay. But after that…”

His voice changed to a low, throaty growl.

“…I get to do whatever I want to you.”

The tone of his voice – the sheer, sexual desire in his words – took my breath away.

I was a little afraid.

But I nodded.

And then he leaned over and kissed me.