3 - Theo

3

Theo

I had never been that forward with a girl before. I usually danced around the topic, making self-deprecating jokes and pretending to be coy, like we both weren't sure about what we wanted.

But there was something about Joanna that made me take the leap of faith. Especially after we discovered that we had different opinions on children. We didn't need to turn this into something serious, or long-term. It was just two people recognizing the chemistry they had and not wanting to waste any more time before getting down to what we really wanted.

And based on the glimmer in Joanna's big blue eyes? She definitely wanted the same thing.

"I like room service," she said.

I downed the rest of my martini. "I'll get the check."

"Cash is faster." Joanna slapped some bills down on the table. "We don't have time to waste."

"We don't?" I asked.

Joanna rose and smoothed out her skirt. "Not if we're going to get our money's worth out of that hotel room."

I felt myself grinning. Yeah, this was going to be fun.

As soon as we were outside, I couldn't contain myself any longer. I spun her around, pushed her up against the brick wall of the bar, and crushed my lips against hers. Joanna tensed with surprise, then immediately melted underneath my hungry touch. Her fingers laced into my hair, and her free hand slowly slid along the edge of my ass.

I reached back and grabbed her hand, then placed it firmly on my cheek. "Grab it like you mean it."

She arched an eyebrow at me. "I'd say the same to you."

I dove back into the kiss, reaching behind her to cup her firm ass. Her lips parted and she gave me her tongue, a soft moan escaping at the same time. One of her legs lifted up, the knee sliding along the edge of my thigh.

"Get a room," a pedestrian on the sidewalk muttered in passing.

Joanna pulled back and gazed up at me through her long eyelashes. "Should we listen to him?"

"Yes," I said. "We absolutely fucking should."

I took her by the hand, and we giggled while walking down the street. "The office where I work is right down there," I said, pointing. "Two blocks away. The hotel we use is up ahead."

"Good. I'm looking forward to that room service."

"Thirty dollar limit," I replied. "Don't take advantage of my immense generosity."

"Thirty dollars? That's only going to cover one of the six lobster dishes I plan on ordering."

"Lobster's gross," I said. "It's basically a big sea insect. You might as well be ordering a giant cockroach."

"Shh," she said, pressing a finger to my lips. "I can understand being a Cubs fan, but I cannot ignore lobster slander. My parents are originally from Maine."

"Lobster is delicious," I replied in a monotone voice. "I love lobster so much. Especially how alien it looks. Like a saltwater-flavored insect."

Joanna glared over at me. "You're on thin ice."

"Another thing you learned from Maine?"

"Yes! I played hockey with my brother growing up."

I chuckled. "That explains why you like the Blackhawks more than the Cubs."

"No," she said scornfully. "What explains my love for the Blackhawks is that hockey players are super fucking hot."

"You're not wrong," I admitted.

We were still laughing as we walked into the hotel lobby. There were two men drinking at the bar to the right, but otherwise it was deserted except for the desk clerk. I gave him my name and information and asked for a room.

"Would you like to use your rewards points?" he asked. "Your current balance is seventeen free nights."

" Seventeen nights?" Joanna exclaimed.

"I told you I had a lot of points."

"I thought that was a line to get me into bed!"

"Oh it was for sure a line. It just happened to be a truthful one."

The desk clerk politely pretended like he couldn't hear us.

When we got into the elevator, it was Joanna's turn to throw her body against mine and kiss me like our time was running out. I was instantly hard, my cock throbbing against her as she pushed her pelvis into me.

The door opened on the second floor. We both quickly pulled away and pretended like nothing was happening as a little old man with an ice bucket stepped into the elevator.

"I'm getting ice," he said, hefting the bucket. "I paid for the room, and the ice is included. If you don't get ice, you're a sucker."

"I was just about to grill you on your hotel ice position," I said. "Glad you explained yourself before I could interrogate you."

He rolled his eyes, and I winked at Joanna. She had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing.

Our room was on the twelfth floor. There were two queen-sized beds. "One for room service, and one for other stuff," Joanna said.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked innocently.

She picked up the menu from the desk. "I was thinking we order some room service now. Then we take a break to have some fun. Then we order room service a second time . I'm operating under the assumption that your thirty dollar limit applies to each individual room service order." She tapped the side of her head. "Loophole."

Man, this girl was something else. We had an insane amount of chemistry. Too bad she didn't want kids.

That won't stop us from having fun for a night, though .

"I meant what did you have in mind for the stuff that's going to happen on the other bed?" I said while approaching her.

She flashed a big smile. "Who cares about that bed? I'm just here for the food."

I took the menu from her and frisbee'd it across the room. "Let's work up an appetite first."

Our lips and bodies came together like magnets. Things felt more hurried now—there was no time to delay now that we were here in the hotel room. Joanna sat on the edge of the bed and began tearing her shoes off, so I pulled up some music on my phone and tossed it onto the desk.

"Huh," I said.

"What?" Joanna asked.

Nodding underneath the desk, I said, "I have that same mini fridge."

"You have a mini fridge?"

"No, I have three of them," I replied.

"Why do you have three mini fridges?"

When I turned back around, Joanna's shirt was off. Her full breasts were held up by a pink bra with black lace around the edges. My cock jumped up at the sight.

"Because it's cheaper than one regular-sized fridge," I replied, as if it should be obvious.

Giggling, Joanna said, "It's a good thing you're hot." She cocked her head to listen to the music playing on my phone. "Harry Styles? You really aren't selfish in bed."

"I'll show you just how un-selfish I am." I planted my arms on either side of her and kissed her backwards until she was laying flat on the bed. Then I slid lower, kissing a trail between her breasts. I desperately wanted to pay more attention to them, squeezing and feeling and worshiping her perfect orbs, but I had another plan first.

I hiked up her skirt, revealing a pair of panties that matched her pink-and-black bra. I kissed along the inside of her thigh, dragging my teeth across her skin in a way that made her squirm on the bed. But I didn't tease her for too long—both of us were too impatient for that, too eager to get down to what we wanted. I pulled her panties down, tossed them aside, and then buried my face into her dripping wet sex.

Both of us sighed at the same time. I really was joking back at the restaurant: I was most certainly not selfish in bed. If anything, I was the opposite. I was intensely uncomfortable if I wasn't positive that a woman enjoyed sex as much, if not more, than I did. It was my goal to make her come at least once before even thinking about burying my cock into her.

I licked up and down her wet slit, savoring her unique taste. She moaned as she laid back into the bedsheets, finally relaxing completely beneath my touch. I took my time, eating out her pussy and occasionally licking up and around her clit. Each time I did that, she tensed with pleasure, new moans escaping her lips. I was finding out just what she liked, getting into a sexual groove with this beautiful woman before me.

She deserved to be worshiped, and I wasn't going to deny her that.

Soon, I had two fingers pulsing inside of her while my mouth focused more and more on her clit. Her thighs tensed, then relaxed, then tensed again. She was getting close.

I wrapped my free arm around one of her thighs, holding Joanna in place while working on her. I loved going down on a woman. Their pleasure enhanced my own. The pitiful little moans she made, the way she arched her back when I sucked on her clit, even the way she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me into her with desire. If I were stroking myself right then, I could have made myself come in less than a minute.

There will be plenty of time for that later.

"Yes," Joanna groaned, fingers tightening in my hair. "Yes, just like that, don't stop, don't stop!"

I obeyed her command, continuing to corkscrew my fingers into her pussy while my tongue undulated against her sensitive clit. Then her entire body went tight like a wire, practically vibrating with intensity.

And then it happened. Joanna's lips parted and she let out a cry of bliss, thrusting her hips up into my moving tongue. Her free hand clenched the comforter by her leg, fingers going white as my skilled tongue pushed her over the edge. Her cry reached a crescendo, and she shook and shuddered with release.

I pulled away, kissing the inside of her thigh and catching my breath. God damn it was satisfying to do that to a woman on the first date. Two hours ago we were complete strangers, and now she was a melting puddle in my arms. There was no better feeling in the world.

Joanna grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up the bed, desperate to feel my lips on hers in a passionate kiss that took my breath away.

"You were right," she said. "You're not selfish in bed."

"I do my best."

"Your best is pretty damn good." She let out a satisfied groan and stretched like a cat, then wrapped her arms around me. "Time to return the favor."

She rolled me sideways, straddling me on the bed and kissing me roughly. A shiver of excitement ran up my spine as she slid lower, unbuckling my belt and beginning to reach into my pants.

And then the worst possible thing happened.