So I went on this trip with my guy friend, we’ve always been talking about it but yk life gets in the way lol. Anyways, he was.. you know the type …too flirty for his own good, always calling me “trouble” but never doing anything. We’ve always been just friends. No flirting that meant anything, no hooking up, nothing. Even though yeah, I’ve thought about it. A lot.
We get to the hotel and we get told they double booked. Of course. Lady at the front desk looks at us and goes, “Only room left has one bed, sorry.” I almost laughed. Thought it’d get sorted but nope. So now it’s me and him… one queen bed… for two nights.
We get up to the room and act like it’s whatever. Throw our stuff down, turn on the TV, pretend it’s not weird. I keep saying shit like “we’ll stay on our own sides” and he’s like “I’m not tryna get murdered in my sleep” but we’re both already thinking the same thing.
By nighttime, we both get our showers (separately ofc) . I take forever in the bathroom just panicking like what the hell do I wear to bed? I end up in a tiny tank top and shorts with no bra because I didn’t pack anything else, and yeah I know how it looks but whatever.
He gets in after me, boxers on, no shirt. We both crawl into bed and my body had an instant reaction, me punching him on his arm with a lil smile on my face, saying “don’t touch me” and he just laughs like “relax.”
Ten minutes later, was super quiet but we obvs knew we were both awake… I shift a little and brush his leg and suddenly it’s like this invisible wall breaks. He turns toward me, super slow, and goes “you good?” and I just nod even though my heart’s pounding.
Then he puts his hand on my waist. Just rests it there. Doesn’t even move it. And I swear my body lit up because i instantly got goosebumps… I should’ve said no. I should’ve rolled over. But I didn’t.
I stayed there. Let him get closer. His fingers slid under my top and when they hit skin I just froze. Not from fear. From how fucking badly I wanted more.
I whispered “we shouldn’t” and he just kissed me. Like full mouth, slow, deep kiss. And that was it. I kissed him back. Hard.
Hands everywhere. Clothes gone so fast I don’t even remember how. The second his fingers slid between my legs he just knew. I was so fucking wet, it was embarrassing. Like soaked. He felt it and smiled against my neck like he knew exactly what he was doing.
When he pushed inside me, I literally gasped. No condom, no asking, just raw and messy and too fast and too much. But I didn’t stop him. I wrapped my legs around him like I needed it to breathe. We were breathing so heavy, saying all this dumb shit like “this is wrong” and “fuck, what are we doing?” but neither of us stopped.
He held my hips and just pounded me. Deep and slow at first, then rougher. His hand was over my mouth when I moaned too loud, and I was grabbing the sheets like I was gonna fall off the bed. He whispered in my ear like “you wanted this didn’t you?” and I swear I almost came from that alone.
When he finished inside me, he didn’t even pull out right away. Just laid there, both of us sweating, his cum literally leaking out of me all over the sheets.
We didn’t talk. Just laid there. Messy and out of breath.
Next morning? Both awkward. Neither of us said much. I made some joke like “well that was stupid” and he nodded. Agreed it shouldn’t happen again.
We both knew we were lying.
Because twenty minutes later, we ended up in the shower together. Me pressed against the wall, water everywhere, his hands all over me again, whispering “last time” while he slid back inside me.
Spoiler: it wasn’t the last time.
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