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Britt squealed when I dropped her onto the white fluffy bed, and clawed at my shirt as I crawled over her. Popping the buttons with ease, she dipped her hand under the shirt and ran her long nails across my chest, leaving marks all the way down to my pants.

So damn hot.

When her hands reached my belt, I thought my dick might break through the zipper of my pants. It had been rock-hard for the better part of two hours, and having her under me toying with my chest wasn’t helping matters.

“Your body is insane,” she said, taking my chest in with awe and unbuckling my belt.

“Ditto.”

“You haven’t seen me yet.” She grabbed my bow tie, the single thing keeping my shirt together, and pulled me down so I could kiss her. I took her bottom lip between my teeth, pulling it before letting it go.

When she unzipped my pants, her feet tugged at the fabric at my thighs.

“What are you doing?” I asked before kissing her chin and making my way down her neck; something I still couldn’t believe I was allowed to do.

“Trying to get these stupid things off.” She tugged at my pants one more time.

Tired of waiting, I brushed her hands away and shoved them as far down my legs as I could while holding myself over Britt.

Realizing it was an impossible task, I reluctantly stood and undressed, then paused in my boxers at the sight of Britt.

I wanted to laugh. This moment didn’t feel real. It was, though, which meant I was the luckiest motherfucker alive.

Britt’s elbows propped her up, and her legs were opened so wide, the only thing covering her from me was that flimsy little blue dress. The one I planned on ripping off if she didn’t remove it herself soon.

What a fucking cock tease.

Britt made a little plea, and as she wiggled her hips, more of her flesh started to show. Without thinking, I dropped to my knees between her thighs.

“Matty?” she said with a shaky, heavy breath. “W-what are you doing?”

I grabbed hold of her ankles, draping her legs over my shoulders and tugging her to the end of the bed.

“Something I’ve been thinking about since the first day I met you.”

She took in a sharp breath as her dress fell to the sides, exposing her bare pussy. No underwear? Un-fucking-real.

Did she take them off in the bathroom?

I wanted to torture her by kissing every inch of her skin before I dared to lavish her clit with any attention, but her swollen, already wet center threw those plans out the window.

She tried to close her legs, which was hard to do since I was between them staring at her core like it might disappear.

I bent down in what was supposed to be a quick kiss to her clit, but it turned into a full-blown make-out session with her pussy. She was so wet and tasted better than I imagined, so I couldn’t help myself.

“Matty,” Britt cried out, falling back before threading her hands through my hair and tugging me away. Her breathy moan sounded a lot like annoyance as I followed her lead.

Sitting back, I licked my lips to get more of a taste of her and admired her glistening pussy. Lying on her back, she wasn’t watching me, and I had the sudden urge to see if I could make her do those sexy, breathy moans again.

Using two fingers to trace her slit, I slowly slid them all the way up to her clit. She shivered under my touch, and I smiled. It wasn’t quite the reaction I was going for.

I tried the move one more time, and her heels dug into the bed and her toes curled this time. She liked it, but I liked making her scream more.

Resting my palm on her mound and my thumb against her clit, I pressed down gently.

“Oh, oh,” she cried out. I hadn’t even moved my thumb yet and she was quivering.

Slowly, I flicked my thumb across her clit, watching her tortured reaction as I did it.

“Th-that feels so good,” she choked out. I was closer to the screaming, but still not quite there. Working my thumb faster, I kissed her upper thigh, dragging my lips closer to her center. My breath fanned across her as my thumb kept its pace. Her hips bucked, and she cried out my name. Finally, I got the scream I wanted.

She was so close to climaxing; her hips bucking. I didn’t want her to come like that, so I thought I’d change things up.

I backed away, leaving her to chase the memory of my hand.

She slumped into the bed and huffed. “What happened?” she asked through half-lidded eyes.

I answered by pushing a single digit inside her.

Warm and tight. I tried not to come in my pants, feeling her like this. Britt clenched around my finger and gripped the sheets as her back arched off the bed.

I had never left the United States, but I could say with utmost certainty that there was no better view in the world than this. Except maybe my dick inside her. Yeah, that might rival it.

As I moved my hand, Britt melted into my touch, completely under my control. She was so tight that when I added another finger, I took my time, letting her get used to it.

Biting back my own moan, my cock twitched, yearning to be inside her.

“Matty, I’m—”

I pulled my fingers out, and she sank into the mattress. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes a little wider and glared at me.

“I’m going to kill you,” she growled out.

Her cheeks were red, and her hair was a mess. It was hardly a threat I could take seriously. How would she pull off my murder when she was too horny to do anything but fuck me at this point.

“Are you just going to silently stare at me?”

Again, I didn’t answer. I wasn’t much of a talker in bed. I preferred to let my fingers, tongue, or dick to do the talking.

I stood from the bottom of the bed and clasped her throat. She grabbed my wrist and called out my name when I lifted her into a sitting position.

With her mouth parted, she looked at me as I let go of her neck. “Stay there. Do you understand?”

With wide blue eyes, she nodded before biting down on her bottom lip.

Focusing my attention back on her pussy, I pushed her lips apart so she was completely open to me. Then I replaced my hand with hers.

“Keep yourself open just like this,” I said. Her eyes stayed wide, but she obliged.

Fuck me.

I said before that my fingers inside her was the best view in the world, but this was everything. Britt’s dress was draped over the bed on either side of her while her pink manicured nails bared her center to me.

I wanted to taste her again, and I wanted to do it right now.

Without another word, I leaned forward and kissed her clit, causing her to cry out in either surprise or relief. I didn’t bother asking which. I just kept French kissing her center, flicking my tongue across the most sensitive parts and repeating the motions that got the biggest reaction.

Over and over, I devoured her, wanting to cover myself in her scent. She thrust against my tongue, fighting for more, so I gave it to her. I pushed two fingers inside her, working her in a rhythm she seemed to like.

The fingers holding her open were trembling, so I gave them a little lick of encouragement. When she moaned, I did it again.

“Matty, my clit,” she said. I grumbled but left it at that. I’d let her think she was in charge this one time, but if she tried to command me again, I’d have to change the rules.

When my tongue flicked across her sensitive flesh, her body froze. She was on the edge, so I curled my fingers and pressed my tongue down.

That did the trick.

Britt came crashing down, thrashing against me and screaming so loudly I was almost certain the guests on either side could hear her. With my tongue still against her, I lapped up her juices, and her body vibrated as she relaxed into the bed.

Her eyes were closed, her brows crinkled, and there was a slight sheen across her forehead. She was blissed out, so I climbed onto the bed and propped myself above her.

After a few seconds, she opened her eyes. “Matty, what are you doing?”

“Enjoying the view.”

She rolled her eyes and raised her hips so they knocked against mine. “Enjoy it another time. I need you.”

I licked my lips, tasting her on me. “Are you sure you want to do that?”

“Yes. I want it all, Matty.”

Who was I to deny that request?

Moving off the bed, I pushed my boxers down, and my dick bounced as it sprang free. Holding it at the base, I moved between her thighs and pressed the tip against her clit, rolling it around as she squirmed underneath me.

Fuck, did I want her so badly.

I didn’t have time to think.

“Are you on the pill?”

She huffed out a nervous breath before rolling her head to the side, and I noticed a tinge of pink to her cheeks “I, uh, no.” Wait, was she embarrassed about that? “I just never really got along with it. I have PCOS and have been trying to deal with it holistically instead of messing with my hormones so much.”

I stopped sliding my dick across her perfect cunt and tilted my head, looking at this perfect girl and wondering why she felt the need to explain.

She crinkled her nose and groaned. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

There it was again, that perfectly blushed face. “Why are you embarrassed?”

“Because it’s not exactly sexy to talk about, and I guess I’ve just never really told anyone about it before.”

I dropped a kiss on her nose, then one on her lips before smiling down at her.

“Well, I want to know everything about you, so thanks for sharing.”

She bit down on her bottom lip. “It does mean we’ll need to use a condom, though.”

“For now,” I said pointedly. “But one day, I’d like to feel you with no barriers, even if it does come with a few consequences.”

I wasn’t planning on knocking her up anytime soon, but I also wasn’t averse to the idea either. I wanted kids, and Britt had mentioned wanting a big family like hers, so I knew that conversation was in our future, but not for now.

“Have you got one?” she asked as I slid my dick across her center. I might not be inside her, but moving through her folds felt too good to pass up. “I didn’t think I was going to get lucky, so I didn’t bring any.”

“Fuck.” I kept moving, coating my cock with her wetness. I enjoyed it for a few seconds, knowing if I wanted to feel her from the inside, I was going to have to leave. “I don’t have one here, but I might have one in my bag downstairs.”

“ Might ?” she asked with unease. “And you’d have to leave me here.”

I looked down between us at my dick and laughed. “Don’t worry. Unless I want to scare every other guest in this place, I won’t be able to leave for a while.”

“You know, I can, uh, help you with that.”

Yeah, it was official. That smile would be the death of me. She could do and have whatever she wanted, and I was more than willing to give it to her when she looked at me like that.

Her fingers brushed across my dick; a move that nearly made me come. Something I didn’t want to happen.

“Let me get us both off instead,” I suggested, leaning forward so she had no option but to relax back onto the bed, and placed my cock against her mound once again.

“Don’t worry. We aren’t going to have sex, but I’m going to make us both feel good. I promise. Are you okay with that?”

“Y-yes.”

“I just need to feel you against me,” I said, kissing her again, and this time, I slid my dick across her wet center.

This was the closest I would get to being inside her for now.

So warm. So wet. Her eyes rolled back, and as I increased the pace, I had to concentrate to stay in control. She was so slick, there was a very real possibility I’d slip inside her if I wasn’t careful.

My balls tightened, getting ready to come, but I needed her to climax one more time before I could let myself loose. Kissing away her sighs, I pushed two fingers inside her, pumping my hand while my thumb played with her clit.

Then I felt it.

She bucked her hips as she clenched around my fingers. “Matty,” she said breathlessly as she rode out her orgasm.

Once she collapsed, I covered her pussy with my palm, gathering as much of her wetness as I could and sat back on my heels. Then I wrapped my wet palm around my shaft and jerked myself off, knowing I was on the edge of an orgasm.

I closed my eyes and threw my head back, thinking about Britt, but when something soft and wet swiped across the tip, I whipped my head up.

“I’m about to come,” I said, unable to stop thrusting my hand. “I’m going to stain your dress if you don’t move.”

Britt shook her head and smiled. “I don’t care,” she said, scooting forward so her face was next to my dick. Then she opened her mouth wide and pushed her tongue out before resting it right below my cock.

“You’re not serious, are you?”

She didn’t answer, she just kept her mouth open, waiting for me to come down her throat. Fuck. She really was my dream girl, and apparently, that was all I needed to see to come.

Ribbons of cum swirled down her throat, and she only shut her mouth when I finished.

My body fell forward, but even in this delirious state, I watched her swallow me down, then swipe off any excess and suck it into her mouth.

“Fucking hell.”

If I didn’t think Britt was perfect before, I’d have believed she created the entire universe now.

Cupping her cheeks, I kissed her hard on the lips, tasting myself. “This no sex thing isn’t going to work. I need to get some condoms.”

My dick might have been flaccid for the first time since I kissed Britt, but it wouldn’t be for long. I needed to be inside her.

She nodded, not even bothering to fight me on that point. I had no doubts she felt the same.

“I’ll go and check my bag. If there isn’t one in there, I’ll find one before coming back.”

“Don’t take too long.” Her voice was dreamy, her body moving slowly. I had no doubts she’d fall asleep if I took my time.

“Like I could leave you. Give me five minutes. I’ll be right back.”

She nodded, and after reluctantly putting my shirt and pants on, I adjusted myself and headed out of the room.

The same gambling old lady was in the elevator as I stepped in.

“Going down this time?” she said with a raised brow and a smirk.

My hair was a mess, I, no doubt, had Britt’s lipstick all over me, and I was certain I smelled of cum. There was no denying it this time.

I grinned and said, “Yup” before pressing the button to my floor. Staring at the elevator doors, I couldn’t help but smile thinking about Britt. She was the perfect girl in Mary Janes, and I desperately wanted to wear her legs as earmuffs for the rest of my life.

When the elevator stopped on my floor, I slinked around the older lady, hoping she couldn’t smell the alcohol and sex on me. It’d already been a long night, or I guessed it was day now, but I was looking forward to extending my time with Britt.

When the doors opened and I stepped onto my floor, I froze.

“Britt? Are you okay?”

I couldn’t think straight. What was she doing down here? The love of my life was sitting on the floor with her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably.

“What happened?” I asked as I rushed over to her, kneeling at her side, but balked when she flicked her hair over her shoulder.

Olana.

“What are you doing here?” My eyes tracked her tear-soaked face, then her hair. “And when did you go blonde?”

“Matty,” she said with enough hope in her voice to make my dick flaccid. “I thought I had the wrong room.”

“What are you doing here?” I asked again, knowing if I said anything else, she’d pull some stunt to distract me.

Her bottom lip trembled, which seemed considerably fuller than the last time I saw her. “I-I-I came to see you.” There was a sad edge in her voice, and I wasn’t stupid. This wasn’t the first time she’d tried to manipulate me into feeling sorry for her. It was, however, the first time I wouldn’t give in to it.

“You know where I live.”

“Do I? Because when I went to your house, your dad said you weren’t there. He said you haven’t come back since Evelyn died.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, hating the memory but refusing to discuss my mom with her. It was the same trick she always used, and I was wiser to it now.

“How did you find me?” I asked, moving away from her and standing. I didn’t want to be here discussing anything with Olana when I had Britt naked and waiting for me upstairs.

Olana ignored my question and stood on shaky heels. Her panda-like eyes shifted from the hotel door to me. “Can I come in?” she asked.

“No.”

She stepped back in surprise, hitting the door, but tried to mask her frown. I’d never said no to Olana, and I had to admit that it felt good.

“Please, Ben. It’s important.”

And being inside Britt was important to me.

“How did you get here?”

“I drove. Darwin Falls is only a few hours away.” Ah, yes, Darwin Falls, my hometown and the place I planned on visiting one more time to legally sign the house over to my father. That was all he wanted, after all, and was the sole reason he contacted me after I left for college.

“Then you can drive back. Like you said, it’s only a few hours away.”

It was taking everything in me not to feel like a monumental douche as her gaze flicked across my face with the same sadness I’d seen before, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bring myself to fall for any more of her games.

“Matty.” She huffed, reaching for my arm, but I stepped to the side before she could get to me. I didn’t have time for this. “What’s gotten into you?”

I blew out my breath and turned to my room door. “Nothing. I’m tired, and you’re not supposed to be here.”

“Of course I’m not. I wasn’t invited, as usual. Your friends hate me for no reason, and you just go along with it.”

“That’s not exactly what happened and you know it.”

She was throwing a pity party, and yeah, she may have had a point, but none of that mattered now. We weren’t together. We hadn’t been official since I caught her cheating on me. Her reaction to my annoyance only proved the point that it wasn’t the first time either.

Deep down, I knew there was something wrong with us. I didn’t feel the spark or the heightened emotions I do with Britt. My friends were just better at spotting how miserable I was.

“I’m busy tonight. Call me in a couple of days,” I said without looking back.

My hand was on the door, and just as I was about to open it, Olana whimpered. “I don’t think it can wait,” she murmured. I glanced over my shoulder, taking her outfit in. She was drowning in one of my T-shirts with a pair of leggings. She was definitely thinner, and her eyes were sunken. As much as I hated to admit it, she looked unwell, and there was this niggling feeling in the back of my mind that something might be wrong… like my mom.

“I’m sorry,” she croaked out, and I couldn’t move. The guilt of pushing her away festered inside me. What would my mom think? Treating a girl I’d dated for years like she was nothing, especially when she didn’t look healthy.

I shook the thought out of my head. That was always her play. My mom. Olana had treated me like shit since the start of college, and I’d been trying to end it with her for years, but every time I thought we were over, she’d somehow convince me that things would be different. They never were.

And I was done living a life that only served her.

“I’m sorry, Olana, but I’m busy tonight. We can talk in the morning.”

Her chin quivered, and I tamed my curling lip. The constant guilt trips, the need to control every moment. It was all coming back.

“But I don’t have a hotel room.”

I stared at her in disbelief. No hotel room. So, was she expecting to sleep in mine? “I’ll have to sleep in the car if you don’t let me in, and I’ve got something really important to talk to you about.”

Britt flashed through my mind, and my fingers twitched as I thought about the feeling of her soft curves against my body. Curves that I’d only started exploring and had no intention of stopping. She was expecting me, and the longer I spent down here, the less time I’d get up there with her.

“Matty. Please. It’s important.”

I stared down the hall and bit my bottom lip, knowing if I didn’t hear her out, she’d follow me straight to Britt’s room and ruin any chances I had with her.

“Fine,” I gritted out. I’d give Olana five minutes to explain why she was here, then I’d leave her in my room to sleep while I went back to Britt. Win-win.

Her lips quirked but quickly tapered down. She thought she was fooling me since I was letting her in and could wriggle her way back into my life. I couldn’t blame her for having that thought process. It was the way it had always worked between us.

But not this time.

I’d finally tasted Britt, and there was nothing better in this world, so I’d hear Olana out, but that was it. I vowed to spend the rest of my time with Britt, and that was exactly what I’d do.