Unconventional (Patreon)

Hey Friends! Well, we didn't hit our goal for new followers on TikTok, but it's not too late to give me a follow :)

https://www.tiktok.com/@maddoxstorrey?lang=en

As promised, here is another interracial short story. The basic idea of this story was told to me by a reader. I took some liberties and added some details to make it what is hopefully a fun read.

In other news, I'm working on chapter 16 of EP now and hoping to get it out by the end of the week. Hannah and I are also hard at work on Chapter 6 of Window.

Enjoy!

I'd been on my feet since eight in the morning. It was the third and final day of the convention and I was growing bored. Same booths, same fluorescent lights, same dudes asking for samples while staring at my chest. It was hard to blame them, really. I'd been a rep for TrueForm Nutrition for three years now and every year the shirts they gave us got smaller and smaller. This year, they just stopped pretending and had me walking around in a branded sports-bra. It was cut tight and sat about two inches above my navel, and with my chest there was really no way to make it modest.

I'd straightened my dark hair that morning so it hung past my shoulders, at least pretending to hide my chest. Black leggings, white sneakers, a full face of makeup that I'd touched up twice already. I looked good. I had to. That was literally the job.

Noah had dropped me off at the airport Thursday morning. He kissed me at the curb and leaned against the car grinning as he watched my shirt ride up while I grabbed my suitcase.

"Those don't look like the panties I told you to wear," he said, his eyes never leaving my backside.

I rolled my eyes. "You weren't serious about that."

"Oh, but I was."

I turned around and saw that goofy smile on his face. The one that said our recent venture into hotwifing apparently extended to include him not being present.

"Noah, I love you." I stood on my toes kissing his cheek. "But I'm not wearing a pair of panties hundreds of miles away all alone that say BBC Only."

He laughed and pushed his lower lip out like he was pouting. "I'm just saying..." he pulled me into his arms and kissed my neck. "Four days in Vegas. All alone, surrounded by fit dudes who are definitely going to hit on you."

"You're insane." I grabbed his hair and pulled his lips to mine.

"I'm serious, Liz. You know I think it's hot."

"You're insanely insane. I'll text you when I land."

He'd been bringing it up for weeks. Ever since our first drunken night with his friends. He was always casual about it, always watching my face when he said it. I shut him down every time, telling him it wouldn't happen again. Not because the idea disgusted me. Honestly, I think the idea turned me on more than it did him. But men say they want things until they actually get them. I wasn't going to blow up my marriage over a fantasy.

So I was, mostly, on my best behavior at the convention. I smiled at everyone, posed for pictures, and handed out so many peanut butter protein samples my fingers smelled like cocoa. Saturday was the last full day, and by two in the afternoon I was counting the hours until my Sunday morning flight.

The convention center was thinning out by then. The morning rush of guys lining up for free samples and photo ops had tapered off and now it was mostly vendors talking to each other across aisles, killing time. The bass from someone's booth demo thumped through the floor. A guy three tables down was doing a bicep curl with a kettlebell while his buddy filmed it for TikTok.

I was leaning against the table, half-sitting on it, picking at the label on a water bottle. Then I felt it. That prickle on the back of your neck. The one that tells you someone is watching before you even look up.

I noticed the guy watching me before he ever came over.

He'd been lingering near the booth across the aisle for a while. Big guy. Tall, maybe six-two, six-three. His skin almost as dark as the black t-shirt he was wearing. He didn't look entirely out of place here. He didn't have the shredded bodybuilder look like a lot of the guys, but you could tell he worked out. His shoulders were wide, his neck thick, like maybe he worked out seriously years ago but had since stopped. The t-shirt he was wearing was at least one size too small, and I was pretty sure that was done on purpose.

Every time I looked up, he was watching me. It started hours ago toward the beginning of my day. Not close enough to engage, but always within eyesight. I'd catch him staring and he wouldn't look away. He just held my gaze in a way that both made my skin crawl and my pulse race.

I was reorganizing the sample display when he finally walked over. He moved slowly. I could sense him before I actually saw him. He came up from behind me, no doubt checking out my ass.

"Owen," he said with a deeper voice than I would have pictured, causing me to jump, knocking a few of the packets sideways. There was no preamble, no excuse me. He didn't even bother to apologize for scaring me.

I spun around and saw him smiling, his arm outstretched. His smile was genuine and his teeth white and sparkling, a stark contrast to the patchy goatee with strands of gray.

I shook it because that's what you do at conventions. His hand swallowed mine. His palm was rough, and his fingers thick. He held on a second longer than necessary. "Liz."

"Liz." His lips curved as his smile deepened. His eyes went down my body and back up, slow, not even trying to hide it. They stopped at my chest for a second and a flash of heat passed through me. The sports bra didn't leave much to the imagination and he clearly wasn't using any.

I should have pulled my hand back sooner.

"So," he said, finally releasing my hand. "What are we selling over here? You got anything worth trying?"

"We've got some new flavors launching. Chocolate peanut butter is the big one." I held up a sample packet.

He took it, tore it open, tipped it back. Nodded slowly, chewing, maintaining eye contact the entire time. "That's pretty good. You use this stuff? Or are you just the face?"

"Every day."

He licked his lips. "What else you do every day?"

I laughed before I could stop it. It was so stupid. So transparent. But his timing was good and the delivery was so relaxed that it just landed.

"Usually my husband."

His eyes went wide, not expecting the sharp retort.

He licked a bit of powder from his thumb, still watching me. "Usually?"

I felt my cheeks flush, unsure of how to answer.

"Lots of guys at this place." He leaned in, like he had a secret to tell. "Lot of them probably come through thinking they've got a shot with you."

"Just part of the job." I shrugged.

"Any of them actually have one?"

My mouth had gone dry. His gaze was so intense, I had to look away. "Okay." I took a breath. "I think you got your free sample." I gave him a friendly smile and grabbed a tray.

“Yeah,” he said, glancing down at the empty packet. Then back at me. “I did."

He gave me another once over and I nearly dropped the tray I was holding. When I finally regained my balance I looked again but he had disappeared into the crowd.

I pulled out my phone before I started walking.

Liz: Some guy at the booth will NOT stop hitting on me.

Noah: Lol what kind of guy.

Liz: Older. Black guy. Big. I'm not sure he's looked up from my tits once.

Noah: Are you wearing the panties?

Liz: Noah I'm serious. The guy is creepy AF.

Noah: He can't be that bad otherwise you would just ignore him.

Liz: I AM ignoring him. He just left

Noah: Uh huh. Are you wet?

Liz: NOAH

Noah: Just curious

Liz: You think I'm making all this up, don't you?

Noah: No. I just think it turns you on more than you're admitting to yourself. You've always had a stalker kink.

Liz: You're impossible

Noah: ❤️

As I made my way around the convention center I scanned the room. I couldn't see Owen, but I could feel his presence like he was watching me from the shadows. I put the thought aside, focused on meeting potential clients and passing out samples. My tray was nearly empty when he walked back up to me.

"I keep running into you. Some people would call that fate." He was standing too close to me, and his cologne assaulted my senses. It was like he'd gone to the bathroom and rolled in a vat of Axe Body Spray.

"Some would call it stalking." I batted my eyes, cocking my hip to one side. If he was offended, he didn't show it.

"You should give me your number." He kept pace with me as I walked back toward my table.

"I don't give my number to strangers." I couldn't help but smile. He was persistent if nothing else.

"Then we should get to know each other." His hand landed on my arm and I gasped, goosebumps spreading across my body. "So we're not strangers."

"I um... I need to pack up here. Early flight in the morning."

"You staying at the convention center hotel?"

"No, the Marquis."

I don't know why I told him that. It wasn't an invitation. But it came out of my mouth before I could stop it, and something shifted behind Owen's eyes. Something I recognized because I'd seen it on Noah's face a hundred times.

"The Marquis," he said, nodding slowly. "That's a nice spot."

"The company's paying."

"Even nicer."

I watched him disappear into the crowd and my hands were shaking. Not a lot. Just enough that I noticed when I pulled my phone out.

Liz: He definitely followed me around the center.

Noah: Of course he did. What did he want?

Liz: You know what he wanted.

Noah: And?

I chewed on my lip and glanced around the building. It was beginning to empty out. Vendors had started to pack up and most of the crowd had dispersed in hopes of beating traffic. My thighs rubbed together as I considered how much to tell Noah. More importantly, how far I was really going to let this go.

Liz: I told him I'm staying at the Marquis not the convention hotel.

Noah: You're leading him on. Unless...

Liz: I'm not leading anyone on. It was just a conversation and it slipped out.

Noah: Sure. So what happens when he shows up at the hotel?

Liz: You're ridiculous. Nothing is going to happen. He's like 20 years older than me and not even attractive.

Noah: You keep saying that but you keep teasing him.

Liz: Because YOU keep egging me on! You really want me to sleep with a guy I just met?

Noah: So, now you're thinking about sleeping with him? Just admit you're turned on by this.

Liz: I'm going back to work. This conversation is over.

Noah: Let me know what happens at the hotel 😏

I packed up the booth on autopilot. Stacked the sample boxes, folded the tablecloth, zipped up the banner into its carrying case. The convention center was mostly empty now. Crews were already breaking down the bigger displays, forklifts beeping somewhere in the back. The air conditioning felt colder without the crowd.

My mind kept drifting to the conversation with Noah. There was no way this guy would just show up at my hotel. Sure, maybe I was flirting with him a little, but I was hardly leading him on. He asked for my number and I told him no. Then gave him the name to your hotel instead. Noah's taunts rang through my head, but I dismissed it. I wasn't leading him on.

At six o'clock, I ordered an Uber back to the Marquis. My feet were aching and I was ready to get back to my room, order room service, and shower. I'd almost completely forgotten about Owen. Then I walked through the sliding glass doors of the Marquis and saw him sitting at the bar.

He saw me first. I could tell by the way he was already watching when I walked in, already clocking the moment I spotted him. I considered making a run for the elevator, but Noah's taunts about leading him on kept replaying in my head. I turned toward the bar and gave him a friendly smile.

"You followed me."

"I got here first." His gaze held mine as his smile widened. "Besides, I thought it was an invite."

My stomach dropped. The roller coaster kind where the bar is already locked and there's nothing to do but ride it out.

"It absolutely was not."

He shrugged and sipped his whiskey. "Well, it's too late now." He motioned to the chair beside him. "Join me for a drink. We can get to know each other."

I scoffed, not even giving him the courtesy of an answer before turning around and walking toward the elevator. I didn't look back. I didn't need to. I just let my hips do what they wanted.

The bed had been made when I got into my room. I kicked off my sneakers and quickly pulled off the sports bra, excited that I didn't have to wear it again. My suitcase sat in front of the air conditioner. The air hit me as I opened it and I started to look for something to put on.

I pulled out a black teddy to sleep in. The day had been draining, and I was looking forward to climbing into bed in something comfy. As I pulled it free my hand brushed black lace.

A small black thong sat in front of me, the words 'BBC Only' printed across the front in white block letters.

"Fucking Noah."

Well, if he wanted to play games, then so would I. Instead of stuffing them back in the suitcase, a wicked thought popped in my head. I slid them on, the lace causing me to shift in place as it caressed my bare skin. Once I found a good angle, one that included my now hard nipples, I snapped a picture and sent it off to Noah.

Liz: Look what I found in my suitcase you pervert. That guy Owen is downstairs at the bar right now. Last chance. Tell me you don't want this to go further and I'll order room service and go to bed.

Noah: Planning to wear anything else down or just that?

My breath caught and the warmth in my core began to spread across my body.

Liz: I'm serious, Noah. He's downstairs right now. The creep followed me here. He's been eye fucking me all day. You really think I should go down and show him my new panties?

Three dots appeared then disappeared. I smiled. He was going to back down. There was a moment where I thought he might call my bluff but now—

Noah: You should probably wear that black dress. It's short enough I'm sure he'd get a good peek.

Liz: Okay Mr. tough guy. I'm heading down. You have until I finish my second drink to reconsider this.

Noah: Have fun ;)

The air conditioner suddenly didn't feel cool enough. I stared at the black dress Noah was referring to. Was I really going to go through with this? I pushed the dress aside, settling on a pair of white jeans and a leopard-print top instead. Then I put on my wedges and touched up my lipstick, ensuring both room keys were in my purse. Noah would text me in fifteen minutes asking for an update. I'd ignore him for another five and he would blow me up telling me how this was all a mistake and he was sorry.

The whole elevator ride down, the panties seemed to burn my skin. A secret that only I knew. Every time I shifted my weight I was reminded they were there, and what they represented.

The doors opened. He was still at the bar.

I walked toward him and his eyes tracked me across the lobby. He didn't smile this time. He just watched, slowly sipping his drink. When I got closer, I saw the corner of his mouth twitch into a smile.

"Couldn't stay away," he said.

"Don't flatter yourself. I wanted a drink." I climbed onto the stool next to him and set my purse on the bar.

He raised a hand and ordered me a Malbec without asking. It was exactly what I would have ordered. I allowed my mind to wander. Had he been following me for longer than just today? There was something incredibly unsettling, and incredibly erotic about the question. I crossed my legs.

"So," he said, turning to face me. His knee pressed against my thigh as he did. "Your husband know you're down here with me?"

"Why would my husband be okay with me coming to the bar to have a drink with another man?"

Owen's expression shifted, something hungry flickering behind his eyes. "I think people do a lot of things that surprise us."

The wine arrived before I could answer, and I quickly grabbed the stem and brought it to my lips. I wasn't entirely sure why I was acting like this or why it seemed like every answer Owen gave was exactly the right one.

The wine was good. His knee stayed pressed against my leg, and I didn't pull away. We talked for a while. He told me he was divorced, no kids, something in logistics. He'd been coming to these expos for years. I didn't ask why. I already knew why.

He was funny in a way I didn't expect. Not charming. The opposite of that actually, just blunt. He had no filter and somehow that made everything he said land harder than it should have. I caught myself laughing more than once, and each time I did his eyes would drop to my chest and linger there before coming back up.

I was halfway through my second glass of wine and already feeling the effects when he leaned back on his stool and studied me.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You've been asking me things all day."

"You ever do any escorting?"

I choked on my wine. "What the hell?" I set the glass down on the bar, coughing into my shoulder.

"I'm serious. A woman who looks like you, walking around like that all day." He gestured vaguely at my body. "You telling me nobody's ever offered you money?"

I should have thrown the wine in his face. I should have gotten up, gone back to my room, and never thought about this man again. That's what a normal person would do. Instead, the heat that had been building in my stomach all day flared so hard I had to grip the edge of the bar.

"No," I said. Quieter than I meant to. "I've never done that."

"Shame." He shook his head slowly. "I know a lot of guys who would pay good money." He was staring at my chest again.

I squeezed my thighs together on the stool. The lace shifted against my skin.

I pulled my phone out under the bar. We'd been down there for almost twenty minutes, and I hadn't gotten a single text from Noah. I shifted on my stool again, suddenly hyper-aware of how turned on I was.

My face was on fire. I put the phone down and finished my wine. Owen signaled for another.

"Expecting a text from hubby?"

I opened my mouth to answer and then his hand was on my knee. Big, warm, heavy against my white jeans.

"Just checking the time." I didn't move his hand. I should have moved his hand.

Another fifteen minutes passed. Owen was telling a story about a vendor who got caught stealing samples from a competitor's booth. I laughed at the punchline, or at least I think I did. His hand had moved. I wasn't sure when. But his fingers were splayed across my inner thigh now, and whatever he was saying had become static. Could he feel the heat coming from between my thighs? And then about the panties... fuck, the panties.

I broke down and texted Noah first. He clearly wasn't going to cave.

Liz: I'm wet and his hand is on my thigh. Last chance Noah.

Noah: Last chance for what

Liz: To tell me to stop

Noah: Do you want to stop?

I put the phone away and reached for my purse.

"I should go up," I said. "Early flight."

"Should I come with you?"

"Absolutely not. I'm way out of your league." I smiled. "And you don't have near enough money."

I stood up. My heart was hammering so hard I could hear it over the music. I reached into the zippered pocket, pulled out one of the keycards still in the sleeve with the room number, and set it on the bar.

Owen looked at the key. Then at me.

"If the key still works, don't let me say no again."

I turned and walked toward the elevators without another word. The second the elevator doors closed I pulled out my phone and called Noah. He answered on the first ring.

"Everything okay?" He sounded concerned.

"I'm heading up to my room now. Put your phone on mute."

"Does that mean—"

"You started this. Now you're going to listen to another man fuck your wife."

The hallway was quiet. My wedges sank into the carpet as I walked to my room, the keycard trembling in my hand. I missed the slot twice before the green light flashed and the door clicked open.

The room was dark except for the glow of the city through the window. I set my purse on the desk and placed my phone on the nightstand, screen up, the call still connected. I could hear Noah breathing on the other end.

"I'm in the room," I said.

"Okay." His voice was tight, strained.

"Last chance to back out. I can still lock the door."

My heart was pounding as I waited for his answer. We'd come so far. I wasn't sure I would actually be okay with him backing out.

"I love you," he said, and my nipples turned to diamond.

"I love you too. Now, mute."

I went to the bathroom and closed the door. I caught my reflection in the mirror as I leaned against the sink. My cheeks were flushed, my pupils wide. I placed a hand on the counter, the world spinning too quickly for me as I pulled off my top and unhooked my bra.

The butterflies in my stomach had exploded. Was this who we were now? The husband who listens on the phone while his wife... My panties were soaked. I peeled off my jeans, folding them neatly and placing them on the counter. I laughed at the outrageousness of it. Here I was about to be fucked in a hotel room by a complete stranger, but I had the wherewithal to fold my jeans. I stood there in nothing but the black lace thong. BBC Only. White block letters across the front.

I ran the water, splashed my face, patted it dry. Then took one more look in the mirror and opened the door wondering if I was actually about to be stood up.

The moment I walked into the dark room a hand closed around my throat. I gasped, my fingers clawing at the thick, dark skin pressing against my windpipe. I hadn't heard him come in.

My knees almost buckled. His free hand slid down my stomach, fingers spreading wide across my skin. Then lower. His fingertips brushed the waistband of the panties and stopped. My skin was on fire, and I was confident he could feel it too.

He turned me around. Slowly. His hand never left my throat. The city light coming through the window caught the white letters across my hips, and Owen looked down.

"Well now." His thumb traced the lettering on the front of the thong and I whimpered, no doubt he could already tell how aroused I was. "What's this all about?"

My mouth opened but nothing came out.

"Hm?" He hooked one finger under the waistband and snapped it against my hip. "You wear these for me?"

"I..." My voice cracked. "I've always fantasized about this."

"About what?"

"Submitting." I swallowed as blood rushed in my ears. "To someone like you."

"Someone like me." His expression shifted and his fingers pressed into the front of the fabric drawing out a whimper. "What does that mean?"

"Someone who... watched me all day... followed me." My knees were growing weak as the pressure on the front of my panties increased. Someone..." I was barely breathing. "Creepy."

His hand tightened on my throat. The fingers against my mound suddenly pulling away. "Creepy." He didn't like that word. I could see it in his jaw.

Before I could say anything else he spun me around and pulled me back against his chest. I could feel him through his pants, hard and thick against my lower back. His left hand stayed on my throat and his right tugged the panties to the side.

Two thick fingers pushed inside me and I cried out.

"Goddamn." His lips were on my neck, his breath hot. "You're fucking soaked." He curled his fingers and my legs gave out. He held me up with the hand on my throat. "Not so creepy now am I?" He pushed his digits knuckle deep and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. "Or do you always drip through your little slut panties hoping for a creepy black man to fuck you?"

"Please," I whispered, my hips already pushing back trying to take his fingers deeper.

"Please what?"

"Please just... fuck me."

"Not yet." He pulled his fingers out and I whined at the emptiness. "You were teasing me all day. Shaking your ass when you walked. Pressing your tits out when you thought I was looking." His hand, still damp with my juices, came up and squeezed my breast, his dark fingers rolling the tight nubs. "You were thinking about my cock all day, weren't you?"

"No," I lied.

He chuckled, pinching my nipple so hard it hurt. "Liar. You were thinking about my dick, weren't you?" He released my nipple, his hand sliding back to the front of my drenched panties as he shoved the fabric between my lips. "My big black cock."

"Fuck." I was panting now, my fingers closing into a fist. "Yes..." I grabbed his wrist, trying to push his fingers deeper, wanting to feel the stretch again. "I thought about it. Fuck, all day I thought about how bad I wanted your dick."

"Good girl." He released me and stepped back. I stumbled without his body holding me up. "Now, take off the panties. Let me see how wet you really are."

I was embarrassed by how quickly I pulled the thin fabric down my legs. The air immediately hitting my slick folds causing me to shiver. They pooled at my feet, a dark patch clearly staining the middle. But I was so turned on I didn't care.

"Look at you." He chuckled, and I looked up at him through my lashes. He stood next to the bed, his eyes raking over me like a prize he'd just won, and I guess he had.

I took a step toward him, reaching for the button of his pants, but he slapped my hand away. "Not yet." His grin grew. "I like my sluts in heels. Go find a pair of heels and put them on. Then you beg me to properly fuck you."

My legs were shaking as I walked to the bathroom. My face was red with equal parts anger and embarrassment. He should be begging me to fuck him, thanking his lucky stars he got to see someone like me naked. Instead, I was kneeling on the bathroom floor, slipping off my wedges and trading them in for a pair of three-inch heels.

I walked back out. Owen was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully clothed, leaning back on his hands. He looked at me the way he'd been looking at me all day and I felt a fresh wave of arousal running down my thigh.

"Now, crawl to me and beg."

"Please." The carpet was soft on my knees as I made my way to the bed, my eyes glancing at the phone on the stand to ensure Noah was still on the line. "Please fuck me, Owen."

"Not good enough."

I reached up, grabbing his pant leg, my lips finding his dark thumb as I planted slow kisses on it. "Please. I need it. I need your cock inside me." My tongue slid out and across his knuckle. "I've been thinking about it all day and I need you to fuck me."

He stared down at me for a long moment. Then he reached forward and grabbed my jaw, tilting my face up.

"That's better."

He stood and undressed slowly, leaving me on the floor like a dog to watch. He lifted the black shirt over his head. A mat of coarse dark hair covered his chest with patches of gray. His belt came next and I heard my breath catch as my knees began to ache. When he pushed his pants down I saw him for the first time and a moan escaped my lips. He was big. Not just long, but thick. The kind of thick that made my stomach clench just looking at it.

"Oh my god," I said. Loud enough that I knew the nightstand would pick it up.

Owen picked me up off the floor like I weighed nothing and put me on the bed on my back. He climbed between my legs with no preamble.

"Well, slut," he let his manhood press against my parted thighs. The heat of it nearly making me climax. "You wanted a big black cock. Does this fit the bill?"

He ran it along my slit, allowing my juices to coat him. I trembled as the thick head traveled past my belly-button, my legs instinctively opening wider. "This is what you came to the convention for, isn't it? You planned it."

"N... no I didn't." My back arched off the bed as his heavy balls rested against my ass.

"You're not laughing at me now, are you?" He grabbed my thighs, his fingers scalding my skin. "Not thinking about what a creep Owen is."

I shook my head. I couldn't speak. He pulled back, the tip of his fat cock nudging my entrance and my mouth fell open.

"Now you're letting this creepy black man fuck you." His hips pressed forward and the stretch overwhelmed me. "You want it so bad you didn't even ask about a condom." He pushed another inch and a low moan escaped my lips. "You're not too good for me now, are you?" Another inch.

"Ohhhh fuuuuck." My hands flew to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.

"That's what I thought." With a low grunt he buried himself to the hilt in one final thrust causing me to see stars.

"God damn, you're tight. Hubby isn't very big is he?"

I couldn't speak. All the air had left my lungs as he slammed into me. The stretch was unlike anything I'd felt before. I hooked my legs around his waist as he slammed back into me. His body fell on top of me, covering me completely as his mouth crashed into mine.

For a minute all that could be heard were the wet smacks of our lips as Owen devoured me. Every time he drove into me I moaned into his mouth, wanting more. He'd pull almost all the way out and then push back in until I felt him in my stomach.

"Oh god," I moaned. "Your cock feels so good. Fuck, you're so deep."

"We're just getting started." He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head as he began a brutal pace.

The headboard began slamming against the wall almost immediately. Each thrust drove me up the mattress and his grip on my wrists was the only thing keeping me from sliding off the bed entirely. I tried to wrap my legs tighter around him but he was too powerful, his hips driving forward with a force that rattled my teeth.

"Tell me you love this black cock."

"I love it." My voice broke on the words. "I love your cock. Oh god, Owen, don't stop."

"I knew it." He shifted his angle, grinding deeper. His body rubbed against my clit and a thousand tiny bombs ignited inside of me. "Knew you wanted this from the second you laughed at my corny ass pickup line. You were just waiting for someone to come take it."

I couldn't argue. I couldn't do anything but lie there pinned beneath him, feeling every inch of him stretch me open, my heels digging into the small of his back. The room smelled like sex and his cologne and sweat and I was drowning in all of it. Someone in the room next door banged on the wall, but it only seemed to fuel Owen even more.

"Look at me," he said.

I opened my eyes. His face was inches from mine, his dark skin glistening from the workout. He slowed his pace to a crawl, pulling almost all the way out, holding there, then sinking back in so slow I could feel every ridge of him.

"This is why you needed me." He tilted his hips, making my toes curl. "Your husband can't hit the places I can. He can't make you feel like this."

My pussy clenched around him telling him what my mouth couldn't. His eyes fluttered closed and for a moment I thought he was going to lose control. Then his pace picked back up again, harder than before and I was completely at his mercy.

"Owen, I'm going to— fuck, I'm—"

"Not yet." He stopped completely, buried inside of me but completely still. I squirmed beneath him, trying to grind my hips, trying to get any friction at all, but his weight had me pinned flat. "You cum when I tell you to cum."

"Please," I begged. "Please. Let me cum, baby. I need it so bad."

"Say my name."

"Owen." I was crying now. Actually crying. "Owen, please let me cum."

He stared at me for what felt like an eternity. Then he released my wrists, grabbed the back of both my knees, and pushed my legs up until they were folded against my chest. The new angle let him impossibly deeper and I screamed.

"Cum."

My entire body seized. The orgasm tore through me so hard my vision went white and I heard a sound come out of my mouth that I didn't recognize. My back arched off the bed, my nails raking down his arms, and I came and came and came while he fucked me through every second of it.

"God damn," he growled, and his voice sounded far away. "They are going to need to throw away these sheets from the mess you're making."

I was still shaking when he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach so fast I didn't have time to react. His hands gripped my hips and pulled them up and back and then he was inside me again from behind and the angle was completely different and I buried my face in the pillow and screamed into it.

"That's it." His hand gathered my hair and pulled my head back. "Let the whole floor hear how big of a slut you are for black dick."

"Fuck, Owen." I was grateful Noah wasn't there. Even though I knew he could hear me, I didn't want him to see the way my body was responding. How the simplest thing would set me off. "Your cock is so fucking big. You're going to ruin me. Oh god, oh fuck, don't stop, please don't stop."

He was relentless. Each thrust pushed me forward on the bed and I had to brace my hands against the headboard to keep from hitting it. His hand was still in my hair, pulling just hard enough to keep my back arched.

"You're doing such a good job taking me."

A jolt ran through my body at his praise and I heard him gasp as I contracted around him.

"Your body was made to fuck." He slammed harder into me. "This is prime pussy, Liz." He leaned down, his chest against my back, his lips at my ear. "I would have paid every dollar I had for this. And you gave it to me for free."

The orgasm hit from out of nowhere. My whole body locked up. He growled I clenched around him so tight, every muscle seizing at once.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming again, oh my god—"

"Holy fuck." His voice was strained, his sweat dripping onto my back. "There's my little whore. Cumming all over my cock."

He pulled out and I collapsed face-first into the mattress. My legs were trembling so badly I couldn't have stood if I wanted to. My face was a mess. Tears, mascara, sweat. I could feel it all smeared across the pillow.

I felt the mattress shift as he moved beside me. I turned my head and he was standing at the side of the bed, right next to my face. His hand found my hair and he turned my head toward him.

"Open."

He didn't wait for me to reposition or catch my breath. He just tilted my head off the edge of the mattress and pushed his cock into my mouth while I was still lying face-down.

I gagged immediately. He was slick with me, the taste of my own pussy flooding my mouth. His hand held the back of my head firm, controlling the depth, controlling the pace. I gripped the sheets with both hands, my body still trembling from the orgasm, unable to do anything but take it.

"That's it." His hips rocked forward. "You look so good like this. All fucked out and still taking my cock."

My jaw ached from the stretch. Spit ran down my chin and onto the sheets. I couldn't breathe through my nose and every time he pushed too deep my throat seized and he'd pull back just enough to let me gasp before pushing back in.

"Use your tongue. Hubby may be small, but there's no way he doesn't use this pretty mouth of yours."

I wanted to talk back, to defend my husband. But his words were like oxygen to the fire that wouldn't seem to quench. My cheeks hollowed out as I pressed my tongue flat against the underside of his shaft. His hand tightened in my hair and I knew he was getting close.

"Look at me."

I tilted my eyes up from the mattress. Mascara running, lips stretched around him, lying face-down on a hotel bed while a man I met that morning fucked my mouth. His dark eyes locked onto mine and I saw his jaw clench.

A smile formed on my lips as I managed to take him deeper. My left hand reached up, cupping his balls. The light from the moon caused the diamond to sparkle as I felt his large sack pull forward.

"Swallow... every... fucking... drop."

He barely got the last word out when his hips jerked forward and he came. I moaned in delight as his hot, thick seed hit the back of my throat, filling my mouth. He held my head in place as my throat worked to not let any of it spill. He pulsed against my tongue as my throat worked, my eyes going large as rope after rope continued to spray. When he finally pulled out I buried my face in the mattress, gasping, my chin slick with spit and cum.

He sat on the edge of the bed, breathing hard. I lay there, still face-down, taking large breaths as I tried to make my lungs work again.

"Oh my god." I pressed my face into the pillow, a shaky laugh escaping between breaths. My whole body was buzzing. "That was... fuck. I don't even have words."

I expected him to get dressed. To say something about having a good time, maybe ask for my number, head for the door. Normal post-hookup stuff.

"We're not done yet." Another zap, straight to my clit. I turned my head to look at him. He was stroking himself, his hungry gaze staring down at me.

"What?"

He stood up, pushing his hips forward as the slick head of his cock slapped against my cheek. "Get me hard again." It was already starting to rise. The man must have taken a pill before I came down. I shuddered thinking about what that would have meant.

"Owen, I can't—"

"I told you." His hand found the back of my head again, guiding me gently this time. "I'm taking every hole, and there's still one left."

I took him back in my mouth. Slower now. His hand rested on my head but he wasn't pushing. Within a few minutes I felt him growing against my tongue, thickening, filling my mouth again. When I pulled back he was fully hard and the knot in my stomach told me exactly what was coming next.

He laid me face-down on the bed. His hand ran down my spine, over the curve of my ass. I felt his thumb press against my back entrance and every muscle in my body tightened.

"Wait." I tried to turn over but his hand pressed flat between my shoulder blades, pinning me. "Owen, wait—"

"Relax." His other hand slid between my legs from behind and two fingers pushed into my pussy. I moaned into the sheets, my hips pushing back involuntarily. He worked me like that for a minute, teasing me until I was the one pressing back into him. Then I felt the head of his cock pressing where his thumb had been.

"You want it, don't you?"

The pressure was enormous. I buried my face in the pillow and bit down, my fists clenching the sheets.

"Say it," his tongue slid across my ear.

"Yes." I rocked my hips backward.

"Tell me." His teeth scraped my neck.

"I want you..." I was panting. The head of his cock pressed against my tight entrance, slipping in a fraction of an inch. "To fuck my.... UH!" Another inch slipped in and I threw my head back.

"Your what?" His arm snaked around my body, finding my clit swollen and hard.

"My... ass." My mouth hung open as air pushed from my lungs. His fingers were magic and I pushed myself back onto his hard cock another inch. "Ohhhhh."

The fullness was immediate. His body stuttered as he slipped past the tight ring.

"Oh fuck. Oh, God." My fingers unclenched. My words coming out as broken sobs. "Slow... slower."

"That's it. Just relax." He pushed another inch and I gasped. "That's what I was waiting for. So fucking tight."

I tried to follow his instructions to breathe, but all I could focus on was the sensation. A white-hot coal searing into me, then the pain began to subside and turn into a pleasure I'd never imagined.

He slid home. His balls tapping my pulsing slit.

"All the way in. How's that feel?" His fingers glided over my skin, tangling in my hair.

"Ffff... full. So full."

My hand slid between my body and the mattress, finding my clit. I was soaked. Swollen. The second I touched myself my whole body jerked and Owen groaned behind me.

"You like that don't you? You like feeling my cock in your ass?"

"Ngh, huh..." I moaned, twisting like a pig on a spit as he eased out of me then slammed back home.

Owen accelerated his pace. "Play with yourself. Finger yourself while I take your slutty ass."

My fingers moved faster and I could feel something massive building. Different from the other orgasms. Bigger.

"Jesus Christ!" Owen cried out, feeling my body begin to tremble over the edge. I shoved two fingers inside my greedy snatch as he slammed into me hard enough that his body slapped against me. I curled my fingers, feeling his cock on the other side of the thin skin.

"Ohhhh God. Oh fuck, Owen. I'm going to—"

"Do it. Cum while my cock is buried in your ass." He gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him, and the angle shifted and I lost my mind.

The orgasm ripped through my entire body. I screamed into the pillow, my ass clenching around him, my pussy spasming against my fingers. It rolled through me in waves and somewhere in the middle of it Owen groaned and buried himself deep and I felt him pulsing inside me. Filling me.

"Fuck," he gasped. "Fuck, Oooohhhh."

We stayed locked together for a long moment. Both of us shaking. Both of us trying to breathe. Then he pulled out slowly and I collapsed completely. Done. Completely destroyed and unable to move a single muscle.

He knew what this was. He didn't try to cuddle after, or whisper sweet nothings in my ear. Once his legs were working he got dressed quietly. I lay on the sheets, face down, my entire body a live wire. I could still feel him inside me even though he was across the room buttoning his shirt.

He picked the BBC Only panties up off the floor. He looked me in the eye as he brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply, then stuffing them in his pocket.

"You really should consider escorting." He shot me one final grin and walked out.

I'm not sure how long I lay there after he left, just listening to the soft hum of the air conditioner. Eventually, I gathered enough strength to roll over and grab my phone from the nightstand.

"Noah?"

There was nothing but dead air at first and I looked at the screen to make sure he didn't hang up. "I'm here," he finally said, his voice hoarse.

"I love you."

"I love you too, baby. That was... holy fuck, Liz. That was the hottest thing I've ever experienced."

I giggled. "Yeah, me too."

Neither of us spoke for a while. I closed my eyes and listened to him breathe.

"He um... he took my panties."

"Well, I guess that means I need to buy you a new pair."

I smiled.