Verse & Vice

“Hi, I’m so sorry, my flight was delayed and then I couldn’t get a taxi –”

I knew I was out of luck as soon as the grimace crossed your face.

“Are you Ms. Lee?”

“… Yes.”

“Your room wasn’t prepaid, so unfortunately we had to give it to another guest.”

I let my bags drop to the floor with an exhale – I was going to be here a while. So much for my long awaited week of rest and relaxation in paradise.

“Are you sure there aren’t any other rooms?”
“Well…”

My heart skipped a beat. Hope after all.

“… I’ll be getting off my shift soon.”
Whatever optimism had lifted my spirits was immediately replaced with the heavy weight of reality – and the coiling shame of just how much the offer affected me. I couldn’t lie to myself and say you were unattractive, but even more powerful was just how daring you were, risking your job just to proposition me…

Or maybe it wasn’t a risk at all. Maybe you saw right through me from the start.

“When?”

“Give me five minutes.”

***

The ride was torture – even with all of the desire hanging in the air between us, the humiliation of what I was doing was suffocating. I wished I could say I wouldn’t fuck someone just for a place to stay. I wished that the fact that I was giving you so much for such a basic kindness in return hadn’t left a tiny aching want deep in the core of me.

And I wished I could say that my hands weren’t on you the second we stepped into the apartment.

You laughed at how desperate I was then pushed me against the door, pressing your lips into mine with enough force that I knew they’d be bruised and tender for the rest of my trip.

“You’re that easy, huh?” You growled the words against my mouth, too desperate to pull away.

I knew I couldn’t hide it, so why bother trying? My lips fell open, our breath mingling together as I drew you into me. My hand slid down your body, reveling in the warmth of your skin until I finally reached the true heat of you.

I moaned just touching it.

I wouldn’t regret this night at all –

You pushed me away.

“Don’t you think you’re a little too eager?”
My face was already red, but now it took on a new depth.

“Sorry, I –”

You dropped down to a squat, kissing the soft skin of my lower stomach. Heat bloomed there and I felt a sharp tug of desire – whatever I’d thought to say was lost in the current of it.

“I didn’t ask for an apology. I’m glad you’re a whore.”

My fingers laced into your hair, pulling you back up to my lips before you could humiliate me any further. I made quick work of your pants as you did the same to mine, both of us tripping over the clothes as we made our way to the bedroom. We collapsed onto it as soon as we arrived, but I wouldn’t let a second go to waste. I pulled you close to me, burying my nose in your neck and taking in the mix of salty sweat and masculinity there.

“How many times have you done this?”

“You’ll be the first.”

I blinked for a moment – I guess I was more of a temptation than even I knew. The smile spread across my face before I could stop it. Much as I loved being a slut, being the first slut was always better.

“I guess I’ll have to show you a good time, then.”

I reached between us, taking you into my hands. You were already leaking precum and I took full advantage of it, spreading the slickness of it down your shaft – but it wasn’t enough. I pressed you along the seam of me, the blunt head of your cock rutting in the small pressure between my hand and my slick folds.

I didn’t want to wait any longer.

I didn’t ask about condoms, and you didn’t offer. I just tilted my hips up and listened to your shaky gasp as you suddenly found yourself sinking into me, inch by raw inch.

I laughed, the power of how much you wanted me coursing through me.

“I’m ready to pay for my room, now.”

Your laugh was a slightly less amused huff.

“Slut.”

You paired it with a sharp thrust, returning the gasp. As you chose your rhythm, fast and punishing, I began to understand the stranger inside me. You weren’t someone who wanted to fuck – you were someone who wanted to own.

And I was more than happy to be yours for the night.

I dug my fingers into your back, hoping to leave some bruises for you to remember me by. Your pace didn’t stutter for a moment. The only effect it had on you was making you lean your weight to one side to pinch my nipple in response, twisting it viciously.

God, I needed your hands.

I pushed you off of me for just long enough to flip over onto my hands and knees, before lowering onto my shoulders so I could spread myself apart for you. It was an invitation you weren’t going to refuse. You plunged yourself back into me, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me up until I was arching against you, moaning at the confused mix of pain and pleasure.

I felt myself grow tight against you at even the mere suggestion, pulling you in deeper, refusing to let you go… My only answer was a moan, but you understood the meaning.

Your hips began to lose their rhythm as you swelled inside me, each short thrust trying to reach even just a millimeter deeper than the last. You left my hair in favour of my throat, pulling me close enough to whisper one last sweetness:

“Good slut.”

Your words sent me tumbling over the edge, and you leapt over it with me. Every pulse of yours was met by two of mine, pulling out every drop you had to give me. The warmth of it was nothing compared to the heat of your skin against mine, and yet the sensation was all the more powerful for the contrast of it.

A relief.

A gift.

You didn’t pull out when you finished, but you laid me down, pressing yourself on top of me as you rode out the last waves of my pleasure until we were both let panting from the exhaustion of it.

It had been a long day for both of us.

You wrapped your arms around me, already close enough to sleep that the thought of pajamas didn’t cross your mind. I didn’t mind. It was nicer than a sterile hotel room anyway.

Still, I had to at least pretend I put up a fight.

“Why didn’t you pull out?”

“Didn’t want to.”

I pinched your wrist gently.

“I’m not on birth control, you know.”

I felt your smile against my neck.

“Ah, well, since the damage is done, I guess I might as well cum in you tomorrow morning too.”

That logic was hard to argue with.

I pressed myself a little deeper into you, smiling despite myself.

Consequences were for tomorrow.

Tonight was for sleep.