I checked into the hotel, the kind of place with plush carpets and the faint scent of expensive perfume lingering in the air. I was here for a golf tournament, though the game was the last thing on my mind. I was lonely, and the quiet hum of the hotel was a stark reminder of that. I tossed my bag onto the bed, the king-size mattress sinking under the weight. I was in room 306, and as I glanced out the window, I noticed the room next door, 308, was occupied. A man stepped out onto the balcony, his silhouette tall and broad-shouldered. He was handsome, in a rugged, careless way. I could tell he was trouble, the kind of guy who left a trail of broken hearts and satisfied women in his wake.
I didn't expect to see him again, but fate had other plans. Later that evening, I found myself in the hotel bar, nursing a glass of wine. He walked in, his eyes scanning the room before landing on me. He smiled, a slow, cocky grin that made my pulse quicken. He sat down next to me, his thigh brushing against mine.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Suit yourself."
He ordered a whiskey, neat, and turned to me. "I'm Aleco," he said, extending a hand.
"I'm Andrea," I replied, shaking it. His grip was firm, his fingers calloused.
"So, Andrea, what brings you to this fine establishment?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"I'm here for the golf tournament," I said, taking a sip of my wine.
He laughed, a deep, rich sound. "Golf? That's cute. I'm here for the pussy."
I nearly choked on my drink. "Excuse me?"
He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "I like to fuck, Andrea. And I can tell you like it too."
I should have been offended, but his words sent a jolt of excitement through me. I was lonely, and he was offering exactly what I needed. I turned to him, my eyes meeting his. "Prove it."
He didn't need to be told twice. He stood up, taking my hand and leading me to the elevator. The ride up to our floor was tense, the air thick with anticipation. As soon as the doors slid open, he pushed me against the wall, his mouth crashing down on mine. I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair.
He backed me into his room, kicking the door shut behind us. He was all over me, his hands roaming my body, his mouth hot and demanding. I gasped as he pulled my shirt off, his fingers deftly unhooking my bra. He cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, making me whimper.
"I want to taste you," he growled, pushing me onto the bed. He knelt between my legs, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my pants. He pulled them off, along with my panties, leaving me bare and exposed. He leaned down, his breath hot against my pussy. "Fuck, you're already wet," he murmured, his tongue flicking out to taste me.
I cried out, my hips bucking as he licked and sucked, his tongue swirling around my clit. He slid two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out as he continued to lick me. I was writhing beneath him, my orgasm building, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Aleco, please," I begged, my fingers clutching at the sheets.
He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust. "Please what, Andrea? Tell me what you want."
"I want you inside me," I panted. "I want your dick."
He grinned, standing up and stripping off his clothes. His cock was hard and thick, and I licked my lips at the sight of it. He rolled on a condom, then climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. He rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy, teasing me, making me whimper with need.
"Fuck me, Aleco," I begged, my hips lifting, trying to impale myself on him.
He chuckled, his eyes burning into mine. "Begging already? I like that." He thrust into me, hard and deep, making me cry out. He set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against mine, his cock filling me completely. I wrapped my legs around him, my nails digging into his back as I met his thrusts, my body on fire with need.
"Fuck, you feel good," he groaned, his mouth capturing mine in a fierce kiss. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He reached between us, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in tight circles. I moaned, my orgasm crashing over me, my pussy clenching around his cock.
He groaned, his hips stuttering as he came, his cock pulsing inside me. He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot against my neck. We lay there for a moment, our bodies tangled together, our hearts pounding in sync.
He rolled off me, disposing of the condom and pulling me into his arms. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. I felt content, sated, and for the first time in a long time, not lonely.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the shower running. I stretched, my body deliciously sore, and smiled. Aleco stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair damp. He grinned at me, his eyes raking over my naked body.
"Morning, beautiful," he said, sitting down on the bed. "I have to head out, but I wanted to leave you with something to remember me by."
He pulled me onto his lap, his hands roaming my body. He kissed me, his tongue exploring my body, leaving a mark as if I was his.