Page 3 of I Wanna Be Your Lager

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. My plan wasn’t to come down here and hook up, but Patrick has my vagina in a chokehold. Plus, I could use the distraction. “Where’s your room?”

He pushes his stool away and rises to his feet. Even at five feet eight inches on top of three-inch heels, I’m still a couple of inches shorter than him. With a hand on my lower back, he escorts me through the crowd of people. His thumb softly brushes back and forth, shooting tingles through my body. A simple touch shouldn’t cause my nipples to pebble. As we move through the sea of people, I scan all the faces as inconspicuously as I can. I exhale in relief when I don’t find Pax. Security must have done their job.

Once we’re away from the crowd, the music and chatter slowly blend into the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore. I spin out of his grasp and move in front of him. While walking backward, I drag my hand down his hard chest. As seconds pass, I get more adventurous and inch my fingers farther south until I graze the side of his cock. Holy shit! He’s huge, and there is no way he’s fully erect. But I want to find out. I throw my arms around his neck. His footing falters, but hequickly recovers and wraps an arm around me to help regain his balance. While I kiss his neck, inhaling the crisp sandalwood of his cologne, his hand roams down my waist until his fingertips graze the curve of my ass. The touch sends goosebumps springing up over my entire body.

When we finally reach his hotel room door, I’m no longer thinking about how shitty the last sixty minutes of my life have been but instead how much I want this hot guy in front of me. I slide my lips along his jaw while I hook my fingers under the waistband of his slacks. My body is on the verge of spontaneously combusting. While I’ve always been a sexual person, it’s never felt like this before. It’s like someone has a voodoo doll of me, and instead of sticking me with pins, they’re rubbing me in all the right places.

My irritation increases as he fumbles with his keycard. I almost rip it from his hands and do it myself, but it finally flashes green. He pushes it open and once inside, he spins us around. My back hits the door with a soft thud. Without missing a beat, his lips are on mine in a searing hot kiss. Tingles catapult through my entire body. I moan into his mouth as he slides his hand down my leg until he reaches my knee. His fingers mark my skin as he lifts, hiking my leg over his hip. Another greedy moan escapes me as he thrusts his hard erection against me. If he’s trying to turn me on, he’s already there. Foreplay isn’t necessary. The fore is already well played. I grip his wrist, pulling his hand off my leg. He breaks our kiss. His brows pinch together, unsure if I want him to stop. The answer is no. I need him to speed things up. My lips tip up into a smile as I slide his hand under my dress. I suck in a sharp breath when his fingers graze my bare pussy. His lips crash to mine. Hot and demanding. The pad of his finger slides through my wetness, and I moan into his mouth. I gyrate against his hand, needinganything and everything he’ll give me. It’s the sexy voodoo doll again.

My head falls back against the door. “Oh! Yes! Patrick! Use your fingers. Fuck me.”

His strokes falter, but he quickly recovers and fills me with two fingers.

“Ahhh! Yes! More!”

He continues to thrust into me, harder and harder with each pump. The palm of his hand rubs against my clit. I’m seconds away from exploding around him. Like a professional finger banger, he spears and scissors his fingers inside me. A finger bang should not feel better than sex, but somehow, he’s doing it. He presses his lips to my neck, nipping and sucking.

A shiver jolts up my spine. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and my orgasm rips through me. “Oh. Oh. Yes!” My mouth falls open on a gasp. Slowly, my eyes flutter open, and I’m met with lust-filled eyes staring back at me.

He removes his hand from under my dress, and my leg drops to the floor. Lifting his hand to his mouth, he spreads my orgasm over his bottom lip before sticking his fingers in his mouth. I’m mesmerized by the way his tongue swirls around his fingers as he enjoys the taste of me. He releases his fingers with a pop.

“Fucking delicious.”

My gaze drops to his cock, tenting his slacks, and I back up. “Do you have a condom?”

“No. But I can get one.”

“I suggest, if you want to keep the party going, you do that.”

His hands grip my hips, pulling me away from the door. I can’t help the giggle that escapes me. He slams his mouth to mine in a fervent kiss before he opens the door and closes it behind him. The taste of myself lingers on his lips. It’s erotic.

I press my fingers to my lips and blow out a deep breath. Strolling to the other side of the room, I sit on the edge of thebed. I’m going to have sex with this sexy stranger… right after my boyfriend told me he’s married. What am I doing? Hot sex—or what I’m assuming would be hot sex based on the earlier orgasm—with a stranger will not fix anything. It’ll be fleeting. In the end, it’s only a band-aid on an amputated limb. And I certainly don’t have enough band-aids to stop the bleeding. Ugh! I just need to leave and figure out my life… again. I jump to my feet and walk to the other side of the room. With my hand on the door handle, I glance over my shoulder. “Goodbye, Patrick. It was fun while it lasted.” I lower the handle and poke my head through the crack. Once I confirm the hallway is empty, I slink out the door, down the corridor, and disappear into the stairwell.

THREE

THANKS FOR CELEBRATING MY BLUE BALLS

Lach

Twenty minutes. That’s all I’m giving myself to sit here and be a piece of shit, pining over a woman I met an hour ago. This isn’t what I do, and I’m not starting today. But damn, tonight would have been fun—scream-my-name type of fun. I prop my elbows on my knees and scrub my hands down my face. Something about her spoke to my soul. The gleam in her eyes, her soft hands on me, the way her lips would part when her gaze met mine like I took her breath away. She certainly stole mine. Then she disappeared without a word. Maybe we were moving too fast? But she could have stopped things. I was perfectly content with my fingers tangled in her hair, kissing her. Maybe she got an emergency phone call and didn’t have time to tell me. Fuck. I’ve been hanging out with Rylee and Dessa too much. I rise to my feet. Twenty minutes is over.

Back at the bar at Dessa and Garrett’s wedding reception, I spot Trey and Rylee as they wait for their drinks from the bartender. As I sulk toward them, Trey notices me first and does a double take.

“Weren’t you just making out with someone?” He glances at his watch. “And you’re already finished? My guess is you left her completely unsatisfied. Poor girl. Probably sworn off men forever now.” He presses his lips together and shakes his head in disappointment. Rylee glares at him. At least someone is on my side. The bartender passes them their drinks, and I order one for myself.

“I’ll have you know it’s actually the other way around.”

“Wait. She left you unsatisfied?” Trey asks.

“She got hers and I didn’t.” I lift a shoulder and let it drop.

“Damn. Too bad she bailed. I’d love to buy her a drink for taking what she wanted.” Trey raises his glass of whiskey.

“Thanks for celebrating my blue balls.” The bartender slides a lowball in my direction. I raise the glass in a toast before taking a sip. The whiskey burns as it flows down my throat. “Honestly, I don’t even know what happened. I was following her lead. Then she asked if I had a condom. I didn’t, so I went to find one, and when I came back, she was gone.”

“Oh, the old looking-for-a-condom trick. Happens to everyone.” Trey pauses. “No. Actually, it only happens to you.” He clasps my shoulder, a smug smile on his face.

“Thanks.” I swallow another gulp of whiskey. “It’s my sign to not hook up at destination weddings. Been there, done that, and have the blue balls to prove it.” Rylee opens her mouth, but before she can say anything, I spit out, “Don’t tell me I’ll find myonebecause if I was looking for myone, I’d find her, and I’m not looking.”

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