Page 11 of Only for Tonight
Jaxon
The sound of the bells has me flicking my eyes open for a second before the sun hits me right in the face and my eyes close again. The bells stop ringing as the bed beside me moves. I feel the cover at my waist being pulled slowly across my lower half but not leaving me naked. I move my hand over my head and drift off to sleep again, only to be awakened by the fucking bells again.
I hear her groan beside me as she moves in the bed again, this time the alarm shuts off and she mumbles something. I open one eye, my head turning toward the window, the sky free of a single cloud. The sun blares as if it’s aimed straight for the room, straight on the bed like it’s a spotlight in the middle of the night.
“I have to get up,” she says from beside me. I turn my head on the pillow, my other eye opening to see her turned away from me on her stomach. The space in the middle of the king-size bed could fit another person. Her hair is across the pillow, her perfect back smooth as my eyes roam from the nape of her neck to her shoulder blades, and down to the curve of her ass, the top sheet covering the rest of her. “I should get up,” she mumbles as she moves a little and the sheet falls off of her a bit, showing me the curve of her ass. An ass that I’m very familiar with now, an ass that fits perfectly in both my hands. “I’m getting up.” Her face is still turned away from me and I see her hands are tucked under her. I try not to snort out with laughter at her having a full-blown conversation with herself. “I need a shower and then I’ll feel human.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, “are you having this conversation with me or yourself?”
She turns on her side, but with her naked back still to me as she looks over her shoulder at me. “It was a private conversation,” she says with a straight face, “and you interrupted it.”
“I apologize,” I tell her and she turns back around, “you can continue.”
“Thank you. Now I’m really up,” she announces. “I feel like it’s going to be one of those days.”
“Do you have time for coffee or…” I watch as she turns just her head toward me, the hair now covering half of her face, but I can see her blue eyes staring at me.
“Depends,” she replies, licking her lips as she looks at me from my face to my chest, then to my covered package, which is already up and hard for her.
“We ran out of condoms at four a.m.,” I remind her and she rolls her eyes and I can’t help the little laughter that comes out of me when she groans out in frustration.
“I should be rushing out of bed right now. But I’ll make time to have coffee with you.” She turns over on her back, the sheet covering her from her waist down, as her arm goes across her chest, right on top of her tits. Which I sadly wanted to see more of. “I have to jump into the shower.” She moves her hand down to the sheet, and I see the red marks I made on her while she was riding me. It was the last condom we had and she said she wanted to be in charge. I wasn’t going to argue with her. I also couldn’t argue with her, since she reached over me to the package on the side table, and put the condom on me before she sank down on it. The memory makes my cock ache to get back inside her, and I think that maybe I could just order some condoms.
She tosses the covers off of her and then gets up, turning back to me, standing there completely naked and unashamed of her body. Her body is fucking perfect from the top of her head to her eyes that look like she’s peering into my soul to her pouty lips that only got poutier with each kiss, and especially when she took my cock into her mouth. To her neck all the way down to her hips that show my finger marks, along with the bite mark I made at her hip, right over the small heart tattoo she has there. “Are you going to order food?” she asks me, and my eyes go straight to her pussy. The triangle there is perfectly trimmed and my mouth waters. “I meant for food. Like a burger or something.”
“We had burgers.” I sit up, pointing in front of me as she folds her hands over her chest.
“We barely touched them.” She looks over at the couch that faces the bed, the small table in front of it with the room service trays that held a burger for us to share, and also whipped cream and strawberries that ended with us in the shower.
“Okay, well, I don’t really think they have burgers”—I look over at the side clock on the table and see it’s just after 8:00 a.m.—“this early in the morning, but if they do, I’ll order it for you.”
“Thank you,” she replies, “and also get me some fries.”
“It might be hash browns.” I watch her ass swing side to side as she walks toward the bathroom.
“Can you stop bursting my bubble?” she throws over her shoulder. “Be a diva and demand things.”
I close my eyes and chuckle as she walks into the bathroom and closes the door behind her. Which is a bit weird since we’ve seen each other naked. I reach over to her side of the bed, grabbing the phone, and pressing the room service button.
“Good morning, Ms. Weber,” the woman greets me. “How can we help you this morning?”
“Hi,” I return, looking toward the bathroom when I hear the shower go on and then she shrieks.
“Oh, that’s fucking cold.” I smile and sit up on her side of the bed.
“By any chance do you guys have burgers available?”
“We don’t,” she answers, “but we do have the hangover breakfast sandwich, which is served on a house-made bagel, scrambled eggs, sausage patty, and your choice of cheese.”
“We’ll take one of those with American cheese,” I tell her, “and a plate of French fries.”
“We have hash browns,” she quickly says.
“Is there any way we can get fries?” I ask and shake my head.
“I will see with the kitchen,” she says as I order two poached eggs with a side of fruit, even a stack of pancakes, and a pot of coffee. “Should be up to you in about twenty minutes,” she states and I hang up.
I take a deep inhale as I sit on the bed and look around at the clothes scattered throughout the room. I toss the covers off of me, walking toward the clothes and picking up my boxers. Which I put on before I snatch up my pants and I’m about to put them on, but stop when the sound of my phone vibrating on the side table has me walking over to it. Looking at the screen, I see a picture of my father on it, as the phone sits right next to the empty condom wrapper.
