Ryan and I haven’t seen each other since Canada.  And now he’s here in Chicago and we are stealing a few hours together. 

I left my friend’s bachelorette party early and walked down a few blocks to Ryan’s hotel.  As I enter his hotel, he’s exiting the elevator at the back of the lobby.  I move across the marble floor and down a few steps into a seating area where we meet and collide.  No words; none are necessary, just hungry mouths and hands.  We are like an explosion, something I’ve never felt before. Why is it only he can make me this needy?

Ryan leads me from the lobby up to his room on the 16th floor. When we enter, I see his friends lounging around the room.  There are two queen beds and a pull out couch.  The friends are scattered here and there, six of them.  One friend whom he’s spoken of fondly sits by the desk near the window that looks over the twinkling Chicago skyline.

This is a boys' trip. They spent the day at Wrigley watching baseball, drinking beer and soaking up some sun. They all glance our way. I get the feeling they think we just met.  They think he picked me up tonight.  Some slut off the street. But we met on a business trip months ago. We work for the same company but in different cities. After a mindblowing couple of days together in Canada, we’ve stayed in touch through phone calls, texting, and phone sex. Now we’re in the same city, in a fancy hotel in Chicago with what looks like will be an audience to our reunion. I’m not a lucky slut off the streets of Chicago; I’m the lucky slut who fucked their friend in Canada and plans to do it again tonight.

After a few brief hellos we head for the bathroom for a more private reintroduction to each other. I really don’t care who is in this hotel room with us right now.  An audience won’t keep me from everything I want tonight. We will fuck and take as much as we can from each other.

Ryan closes the bathroom door behind us. We can’t seem to move fast enough undressing each other.  Hungry mouths clash against each other.  Hot, wet tongues collide.  We are both desperate for one another.  I want to breathe in his every breath, take what I can from him.  He fumbles with the button and zipper on his pants.  He works on that while I tear my little pink halter top and bra off.  I go back to ripping at his pants and shoving them to his knees, getting sight of his gorgeous, thick cock. 

He’s clean shaven except for just a small neatly trimmed patch of dark hair right above his dick. I run my hand over his hot, veiny length.  It’s silky and the tip is already leaking, leaking from that beautiful slit at the head of his cock. I’ve begged for pictures specifically of that slit that I love so much and he’s kindly delivered.

I have made myself come thinking about his cock more times than I can count. Some with him on the phone and a lot when I’m alone and needy. Alone I use the pictures he’s sent me. Pictures of him with his cock heavy and hanging just for me.

Ryan nudges my hand from his cock so he can pull my tattered jean shorts and lace thong down to my ankles where I kick them off.  He hoists me up onto the bathroom countertop and kneels in front of my bare pussy. 

“This is the most beautiful pussy. So soft. And such pretty, puffy lips. This pussy is wet just for me, isn’t it? Thinking about me fucking you has gotten you soaked, hasn’t it, little girl. I have so much cum in my balls for you, baby. Are you ready for me to fill your perfect little hole?” Ryan asks.

“Ryan, I need your cock. I need you to fuck me like you’ve missed me. Leave my pussy swollen and sore. Please,” I strangle out.

He bites my pussy lips, then his tongue goes to my clit making such sweet circles.  I love the way he devours my sex, licking, sucking and biting. All of it leaves me needing more.

When we talk or text, he describes my pussy as “honey folds”; he can call them whatever he wants. They’re his for the taking. And right now, he’s taking all of me.

He hikes my legs up and plants my feet on the counter as I grab and hold his head between my thighs. I might not ever let him leave from right here.  With his face pressed into my pussy, he uses his thumbs to spread open my bare lips so he can sink his tongue into my hole. 

I breathe out, “How’s my pussy, baby? Have you missed it? Have you missed my hole? Ryan, I need your cock.”

“You fucking taste like heaven. How did I get so lucky to get this sweet little cunt of yours?” Ryan breathes.

My pussy is so wet that the sweet honey he loves so much is slowly leaking toward my asshole.  He won’t let a drop go to waste and licks my hot little hole from my tight asshole all the way up to my swollen clit, making the most primal grunts as he does.  There is nothing sexier than the sounds this man makes while he’s fucking me. He’s feral as fuck.

Ryan stands and takes my mouth again with my wetness all over his gorgeous lips.  I lick at his lips, sucking myself off him, dipping my tongue into his mouth. I do taste like sweet honey. Right now my mouth feels bruised and battered from his biting and nipping.

Ryan fists his hungry cock and runs it through my slit, soaking the head.  Locking eyes with me he slowly, slowly shoves inside my cunt.  Inch by inch, I’m filled and stretched. I love being full of cock, filled by him. He’s buried all the way to his balls which are pressed against my asshole. They’re so warm against me and this cold countertop.  We’re so sweaty and have fogged up the mirror with all of our panting.  He twists and pulls at my nipples, moving his mouth back and forth between each one. 

He looks down between us where we meet and says, “This pussy is mine. Mine to fill and fuck. Do you hear me?”

Growling into my ear he slams into me hard.  It’s as if he can’t get in far enough.  He really can’t; he’s bottomed out inside me and it feels absolutely amazing.  The walls of my pussy hold him tight, stroking the one cock that I’ll literally never get enough of.  I plan to milk every last drop of cum from this cock tonight.  And I will do it more than once.

He uses his thumb on my clit as he rolls his hips into me.  We stare at each other, panting, inhaling each other’s breath. I know he’s about to come and I want come with him.  He circles faster.  Our foreheads press up to each other; we're still panting, with him plowing into me hard. I’m going to be so sore and I welcome every bit of it.

That sweet tingle starts to rush through my body as I feel my orgasm ready to explode.

“Come with me. Come with me now, baby!” he says and with a few more hard thrusts he spills his seed into my hole. We both still and just look at each other. Knowing this man filled me with his cum is so powerful. Knowing he gave me what I need, his thick, hot cum, I’m in heaven on earth.

“Fuck yes,” he growls as he pulls his softening cock from me and watches his cum slowly leak from my crimson pussy.

I am pretty sure the boys in the room heard us even over the music they have been playing. I would guess they’ve taken turns at the door to listen. That could turn out to be interesting.

After a few kisses and cleanup, Ryan says, “God, I’ve missed you and this gorgeous cunt.”