The Fifth Wheel

Matt stood and stripped. I did the same from my prone position on the bed. Both of us fumbled, our eyes roaming as more and more of our bodies were revealed. I froze when he was completely naked. His tall frame was lean and toned. Slightly tanned. All of him—especially his cock—was beautiful. I think I came a little just from looking at it...him. He eased my panties down, the last thing I had on, then moved my clothes to the floor.

As though someone had turned the light from yellow to green, we were off again. One second he was standing by the nightstand, the next, his body was crushing mine into the mattress. He replicated his excursion from tit to clit again. I could only lie there and moan, shuddering beneath his touch. He was hot and hard against my thigh. Absolutely perfect.

And then my mind seemed to explode.

He had been caressing my hip. A slight shift of his weight on me, and his fingers delved between my legs, uninhibited now.

Despite the haze in my head and the sounds tumbling from my mouth between his kisses, I was able to raise my hands and clutch his shoulders. When he did a little trick with his elbow, catching it under my knee and bringing my leg up—opening me wider—before sliding two fingers up into me, I gasped and dug my nails into his back.

"God, Beth, you're so wet. So hot. So tight." His thumb glided over my clit, and he growled loudly into my neck.

I did come then, my hands clamping around the back of his arms. My eyes squeezed tight, I rode it out while he continued stroking. Before I could recover, he'd moved over me again. Pressed at my entrance, this time with his cock.

We were at a yellow light again. He nuzzled my neck, one hand on my left breast, while he slowly worked his way into me.

Breathing became a chore for me. Especially when my brain could only think about how he stretched me. Filled me.

Fully seated, Matt started a rhythm, and then we were at green again. His hands were everywhere, but they liked to linger on my ass. I didn't mind. I rather liked the feel of his ass against my palms, too.

His mouth abused my neck and shoulder, biting slightly. He pulled me up to him even as he withdrew then plunged back into me, pressing me into the bed.

Delirium. That was the only word I could think of to describe what I was feeling. It was amazing and yet, a bit scary. I'd lost track of the last time I'd not only had sex but great sex. Matt was a wonderful lover. He outshined them all. And that was the part I feared. That come tomorrow morning, I'd be right back to where I had started today. Did one night of bliss make it worth it?

And just like that, red light.

He was panting over me, buried in to the hilt, which was only slightly uncomfortable for me, as long and thick as he was. In his case, his stature was reflected in his manhood. I relaxed my legs, which I'd wrapped around the back of his, and his hips ground against mine slightly as he adjusted, too. His fingers remained buried in my hair, his chest pounding against mine.

I blinked up at him, trying to catch my breath. It took a couple of swallows, but I managed to ask, "Everything okay?"

Matt kissed me then nodded against my neck. "Sorry, just catching my breath. Kind of hit me out of nowhere. It's been a while."

"Tell me about it," I laughed. Then I shivered while he nuzzled the spot directly under my ear, his tongue teasing. "I have no complaints, though."

He wrapped his arms under me and rolled us so he was on his back. I settled over him with a grunt and a sharp cry as his cock dug in deeper. When I stilled, my knees were on either side of his hips.

"Oh, my dear, there are definitely no complaints on this end, either." His grin was infectious.

Then we were back to yellow. And it was delicious.

One hand rested on my hip while his other grazed my side and cupped my breast, rolling my nipple between thumb and forefinger. Behind me, I felt his knees move up. I leaned back against them and gasped as he shifted inside me.

I'd barely braced my hands on his thighs before his fingers on my hip slid inwards, sending shivers across my body. They settled between us, searching for and then stroking my clit. My eyelids drifted closed, my lower lip rolling between my teeth. With the aid of his hands urging me on, I set the new rhythm, rocking back and forth.

Our moans combined, interspersed with soft cries whenever he moved his hand from my breast to caress my hip. After a few minutes, he slid his arm around behind me and pulled me to him. I gladly followed, resting my breasts against his hard pecs and my arms on either side of his head.

It was my turn to control the kisses. And I let him have it. If this was the only night I had with him, I was going to make it count.

On all fours now, my hips went still but my back undulated beneath his touch there and his thrusts up into me. My gasps turned to louder moans and were lost as I buried my face in his neck.

Another orgasm rippled through me just before he rolled us again then pulled out completely. Slightly dizzy and unable to comprehend much else but the waves of pleasure in every extremity, I groaned when he rolled me again. Something in the back of my mind said I was flat on my stomach. That my legs were being spread open. He was kneeling between my thighs.

Then I was moaning and clawing at the sheet as he entered me from behind. His hands gripped my hips, but his thrusts were gentle. Drawing out the remnants of my release and building me up again.

Matt's lips pressing between my shoulder blades startled me but then made me mewl. He spread kisses all over my skin, his groans of pleasure filling my head as he filled me below. At some point, his hands skated down the sides of my breasts before settling on my hips. There, he lifted just my ass up until I was kneeling. He stroked my skin there, sliding around to tease the front of my thighs...my pussy. Up to cup my breasts.

I was getting lost in the unhurried pace when he pulled my right arm behind me and held my forearm across my lower back, forcing my waist to turn toward him. Over my shoulder, I caught a glimpse of his clenched jaw and half-lidded eyes just before he switched to green.

He let me have it then. Slamming his hips into my ass. His cock stabbing me repeatedly, making my moans louder. Strangled hisses competed with my cries when his other hand gripped my right hip, holding me in my twisted position.

I screamed my release into the pillow just before he pulled free and flipped me onto my back. Still choking on my breath, I saw him reach for me. One hand clamped onto my right breast. The other stroked his cock. And then he was grunting and groaning, his cum spurting over my belly.

Matt collapsed beside me, his arms surrounding my head as he kissed me. Languidly. His fingers skidding over the left side of my body.

Wrapping my right arm around his neck, I smiled against his lips. "This was much better than anything I could have rented."

His deep chuckle buried in my brain. "Aren't you glad you came back from the club early?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but his tongue delved inside...and then his fingers echoed the motion between my legs. I just sighed and gave into his pleasure again.

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Shivers racked my shoulders. I slowly opened my eyes. Realized it was morning and the covers were down around my waist. I tugged the sheet over me as I sat up. Had I dreamed it all?

No. Even in the half-light, I could see that the other side of the bed and pillows were rumpled. There were two glasses on the table. But there was no sign of the dark knight himself. Matt, the logistics guy.

The clock said it was still early. Only seven. My friends would surely be hungover in their rooms for the morning if not most of the day. It looked like I was on my own. Again. Whatever would I do in the city by myself?

Eventually getting to my feet, I wandered to the window and pulled the drape aside enough to look out. Last night's rain lingered, making the sky look dreary. Just great.

A placard on the table with our watered-down drinks reminded me that there was a free buffet downstairs for breakfast. My stomach felt stiff when I scratched it absently. I smiled, remembering how he'd come on me. I contemplated whether I should take a shower now or when I came back up. Maybe I could go for a swim after I ate. That usually helped me clear my mind. I'd shower later, then.

As I was opening my suitcase, I noticed a sheet of hotel stationary sticking out from under my purse on the dresser. My hand trembled when I pulled the paper free and a business card came with it. Naked, I sat down on the end of the bed and tried to catch my breath.

The writing on the sheet was neatly printed. As I read the words in my head, I could clearly imagine hearing his voice saying them aloud:

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Beth,

Dinner at 6, my treat. Meet me in the lobby.

Dessert at your place. You remember what I like.

Oh, and get some ice cream, too.

Matt, Room #236

- Happy V-Day

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~H