Page 44 of I Wanna Be Your Lager

His mouth stills, then it’s replaced with his warm breath. “Do you want me to stop what I’m doing right now to answer my phone?”

“No. Don’t stop.”

“Okay,” he laughs, “that’s what I figured.”

I’m used to dating the dingleberry, Pax. Several times, while we were in the middle of making out, he’d answer his phone, claiming it was a client or on many occasions, his sister. Given what I know now, it was his wife every time.

Lach’s warm breath grazes my skin as his lips brush against me, the pressure of his hands firm but gentle on my waist, urging me to move. So I do. His nose trails across my shoulder blades as I slide up and down his cock. It’s the perfect mix of sweet and filthy. My back arches. The new angle causes a spark to ignite inside my belly. His calloused fingers skate across my chest and pinch my hard nipple. The spark bursts into a fireball.

“Ah! Yes!” A bolt of pleasure courses through my body. From every fingertip to the tips of my toes. Everywhere. He continues to pepper kisses across my back while I fuck his cock. The faint sound of my phone rings in the room. I ignore it, but Lach freezes.

His lips graze the shell of my ear as he whispers, “Your phone’s ringing. Do you want me to stop so you can answer that?”

“Hell no! If you stop, I’ll shank you.” My body shakes from his laughter.

“It’s kind of what I figured. But the shanking is new. Lean back, Sunflower. Put your feet on the armrest. Can you do that?”

With him still inside me, I lean back. He slides down the chair slightly to a half-sitting, half-lying position. Spreading my knees, I stretch to rest my feet on the armrest. My muscles pull tight and burn with exertion. I need to do more yoga. He slips out, and I hate the loss of him. Reaching between my legs, I wrapmy hand around his girth and guide him to my opening. In one swift thrust, he’s stuffing me full.

“Ah!” My shriek quickly turns to a moan as he pounds into me from below.

My fingers claw at the armrest, trying to keep a fraction of control. But he feels too good. I’m already on the brink of explosion. His fingers go between my legs and circle my clit.

“Oh god!” My back arches.

My moans create a melody with his grunts. He continues to pump his hips in and out. A burst of white, sultry heat soars through my body.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” His hand claps over my mouth.

His lips graze my ear as he whispers, “Shhh. The entire hotel can hear you milking my cock.” He pounds into me from below, and his hand muffles my screams of pleasure.

“Fuck. Sunflower. I won’t last much longer. You feel too fucking good.”

My orgasm rips through me, my pussy clenching around him. On one last, hard thrust, his orgasm roars through him. His movements slow to a stop. All the tension escapes my body, and I collapse against his chest. He slides out of me and wraps his arms around my stomach. He presses a kiss just below my ear where I have my sunflower tattoo. Something about the gesture is so sweet. He could kiss me anywhere else, but he always picks that spot.

“What do you say we move this party to the bed? Plus, I need to dispose of the condom.” He presses another kiss to my neck as his calloused fingers slide down my thighs.

Once again, my heart flutters. “If I must.”

Reluctantly, I drop my feet to the floor and stand. Sauntering to the bed, I throw back the covers, crawling underneath, while Lach tugs the condom off and strolls to the bathroom. A few seconds later, he emerges. I can’t help but stare at how histattoos dance over his skin as he moves. It’s mesmerizing. He climbs into the bed and instantly pulls me to him, nuzzling my neck as we lean against the headboard.

“So why me? What makes me different from all the other girls?”

He chuckles. “Are you fishing for compliments?”

“No, you just seem to be the type of guy who wouldn’t have any issues attracting a girl. Yet you’re here with me, even when I’m the last person you should really be with.” For a magnitude of reasons. Some his. Some mine.

He’s silent for a few minutes. For a moment, I think he’s fallen asleep, but he says, “You challenge me. It’s not every day I have a girl ghost me.”

“So you’ve always been the one to leave?”

“No, there’s always just been a mutual understanding. Same question. Why me?”

I don’t need to consider it. “You make me feel safe. The moment I met you, it felt different. I think it was part of the reason I bolted from the hotel room. What I was feeling was new, something I never experienced before, and fight or flight kicked in. Flight seemed like the easier choice.”

“If you run, you never have to face those feelings.”

“Exactly.”

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