Page 135 of Red Marked

“Fuck,” he grits out, his hands on my hips.

I can’t say anything at all.

He starts to move.

He doesn’t build up to it. He pulls almost all the way out and drives back in, hard, and does it again, and again, and I’m there from the very first stroke. Every thrust lands somewhere I didn’t know existed. My breasts jerk. His thighs slap against mine. The headboard hits the wall in a steady, heavy knock, knock, knock, and I couldn’t be quiet now if somebody paid me.

“Yes.” I’m sobbing it. “Yes, yes, don’t stop, please don’t…”

He gets a hand on my shoulder and hauls me back onto him, harder, and I’m almost gone. I’m so close to coming I can⁠—

The hotel phone rings.

It’s shrill and loud on the desk.

He stops. We both stare at it.

“You have to be shitting me,” he says.

“Leave it,” I beg. “Finish me…please just…”

He pulls out of me, and I cry out at the loss of him. He stretches across the tiny gap to the desk and snatches up the handset.

His condom-covered cock juts from his body. It’s wet with my juices.

I’m tempted to finish myself off. I’ve never been this desperate…ever.

I’m vibrating with the need to be fucked.

“Hello.” He sounds so casual.

“Apologies for the interruption, sir.” I can hear the voice from here. A young male. He clears his throat. “We’ve had numerous complaints about…um…noise. A banging but also…um…also…um…some other…um…noises.”

I clap a hand over my mouth. It doesn’t help. A giggle gets out anyway.

Flint’s eyes cut to me. He grins.

“Please, sir. We have to ask that you keep it down.”

“Apologies, no problem.”

He puts the phone down.

Then he turns to me, and my breath hitches.

He’s gorgeous. His abs are taut. He has that V-thing going on. His shoulders are broad. His biceps are freaking huge.

His cock.

I want to suck it, and I want it inside me. Pity I can’t have both.

“It looks like we have a problem, Star.”

He stands and hooks an arm around my waist. Then he lifts me straight off the mattress. My feet leave the ground. He turns and puts me against the strip of wall between the bed and the bathroom door, front first. My breasts flatten against the cool paint. My cheek is against it too. He’s behind me, his chest against my back, his cock hot and hard against my ass.

“We can’t finish this.” He uses his knee to open me up.

Then he puts a finger on my clit and starts rubbing softly.