Page 31 of Stumped

“Don’t even…” he warns and I kiss his chest as he turns off the water. I hear a bottle opening, something being squeezed out and his fingers are back in my hair. “Fuck, this is what makes you smell edible.”

I sigh softly and lean against him as he works the shampoo through the strands, fingers pressing gently against my scalp. I’m pretty sure I moan at one point because his dick stirs again. My hands stay on his hips, body relaxed as he massages and cleans my hair. When he’s done, he tilts my head back and rinses the shampoo out. This is the most unexpected part of the night, but I’m loving every fucking minute of having my hair washed.

“Good as new.”

“Boo, I liked being dirty.”

He shakes his head and touches my face reverently, then turns off the water. I don’t move as he grabs a towel and runs it over my head slowly, and wraps it around me. He smiles as he guides me backwards until my legs hit the toilet. I know what he’s suggesting and I hitch up the towel and sit, using the health faucet to wash myself while he steps back into the shower. Our eyes stay locked as we clean ourselves, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth as he washes under his arms, his neck and behind his knees. When he finally soaps up his dick, I let out a shaky breath.

I make sure to tease him as I dry myself—revealing one breast at a time, flashing him coy smiles, bending over as I wipe my legs—and every growl I pull from him feels like a win. When I’m done, I blow him a kiss and drop the towel on my way out. Before I reach the bed, Elias grabs and tosses me onto the soft mattress. He climbs on top of me and I smack his ass, pulling him between my legs.

“Now, fuck me.”

Eleven. The heart wants what the dick wants

Elias

Waking up in a stranger’s bed is always startling at first, even if you spent the night before doing the wickedest things. Waking up in a stranger’s bed without them anywhere in the vicinity makes it even worse.

I remember Vera saying something about a meeting in the morning. It’s a miracle I can even think straight with how exhausted I am. I push the covers down around my waist, exposing my bare chest to the cool air conditioning and I smile, replaying everything we did. I’m pretty sure that balcony has never seen that kind of action in its existence, because not only did Vera come hard enough to mess up my clothes, she dropped to her knees and sucked me off until I saw stars. I’m still a little embarrassed about how I came all over her face and hair, but washing it off her in the shower was a moment I don’t think I’ll ever forget.

Then she all but demanded I fuck her and I did. From the first night we shared, I knew the sex was always going to be toe-curling and soul-altering. I think I underestimated how fucking spectacular it would be the second, third, fourth and fifth time. We took our time, fucking slowly as she stared into my eyes while her fingers dug into my ass. I’m certain I was so deepinside her I’ve left my mark in places it probably shouldn’t be. But Vera didn’t complain. If anything, she was begging for more. Which is how we ended up on the balcony again, with her bent over the edge and my fingers in her mouth to muffle her sounds.

The one thing that hasn’t changed is Vera’sincrediblyvocal.

I’ve heard horror stories of people at hotels complaining about noisy guests and posting videos to social media, and Ineverwant that to happen to me. I definitely don’t want to put her in that situation either, so finding ways to keep her quiet was my solution.

After all that, we had another shower and collapsed into bed. I remember wrapping myself around her naked body as she mumbled instructions to me, but I don’t have a clue what she said. Her scent lingers in the air, mingling with my cologne and sex, and it’s all so fucking hot.

Calling herpeacheslast night was an unconscious thing, but she seemed to like it and I’m going to stick to it.

Peaches and her superstar, I can live with that.

Still grinning, I reach for her pillow and the crinkle of paper makes me stop. On hotel stationery and in loopy handwriting, her note says:

Stay. Order room service.

Build up that energy. I’m expecting another good dicking before I leave.

x V

I know better than to defy her instructions, especially when I’ll get to enjoy the benefits of a good dicking too. I order the full breakfast and extra coffee, use the bathroom to wash up before pulling on a robe. There’s no point putting on clothes if it’s going to come off anyway. Besides, the robe is really comfortableand I’ve never lounged around in a fluffy one before. I return to find my phone lighting up with countless texts and groan at the multiple rows from Dhruv. For a brief moment, I’m worried something else has leaked, but I choose to ignore it. I switch to my group chat with Bash and Samar instead.

Bash

You better have gotten laid, because I had to deal with Sam’s snoring all night

Samar

I could have stayed in my room, you were the one who felt lonely

Bash

My best friend abandoned me, of course I was lonely!

Samar

I thought I was your best friend.

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