The rain tapped against the hotel window like an impatient lover, each drop a tiny plea for entry. Robert sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers drumming against his thigh, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. He had joked about this moment in their late-night chats—how two people flirting harmlessly online could end up this close to something real. And now, Joanna was on the other side of that door, her tired footsteps barely audible through the wood.
He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. Fuck. He hadn’t expected this—hadn’t expected her—to be this real, this soon. Their conversations had been playful, charged, but this? This was different. This was now.
A soft knock. Not the sharp rap of a stranger, but the hesitant tap of someone who wasn’t entirely sure they should be here. Robert stood, his pulse quickening as he crossed the room. He didn’t hesitate before pulling the door open.
Joanna stood there, her nurse’s uniform wrinkled, her dark hair pulled into a messy bun. No makeup, her cheeks flushed from exhaustion—or maybe nerves. The sight of her hit him like a punch to the gut. She looked real. And for some reason, that made him harder.
"Robert," she breathed, her voice rough from a long shift.
He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he gripped the back of her neck and pulled her into the room, slamming the door shut behind her. Their mouths crashed together, desperate, hungry. Joanna moaned into the kiss, her hands fisting in his shirt as he backed her against the wall.
Her uniform was in the way. Fuck that.
Robert’s fingers flew to the buttons of her dress, popping them open one by one, revealing the swell of her breasts, the lace of her bra beneath. Joanna gasped as his mouth trailed down her throat, his teeth grazing her collarbone.
"You’re so fucking beautiful," he growled, his hands sliding down to grip her thighs, hiking her skirt up around her waist.
Joanna whimpered, her head thudding back against the wall. "I haven’t even washed off the hospital smells yet."
Robert smirked against her skin. "I don’t care." His fingers hooked into the waistband of her tights, dragging them down along with her knickers. The sight of her bare, glistening pussy made his cock twitch painfully in his pants.
Joanna’s breath hitched as he dropped to his knees, his hands gripping her thighs. "Robert—"
He didn’t let her finish. His tongue dragged up her slit in one slow, deliberate stroke, making her cry out. She tasted like salt and something sweet, like exhaustion and need all tangled together. Robert groaned, his hands tightening as he feasted on her, his tongue circling her clit before plunging inside.
Joanna’s fingers twisted in his hair, her hips bucking against his face.
He didn’t stop. He wanted her to come on his tongue, wanted to feel her thighs shake as pleasure crashed over her. His fingers joined the assault, two of them sinking inside her as his mouth worked her clit, sucking hard.
Joanna’s back arched off the wall, a broken moan tearing from her throat as she came, her pussy clenching around his fingers. Robert lapped at her through it, slow and thorough, until she was trembling, her legs barely holding her up.
Only then did he stand, his mouth glistening with her arousal. Joanna’s eyes were dark, her lips parted as she watched him unbuckle his belt, shove his pants down just enough to free his cock. It sprang free, thick and flushed, the head already leaking.
She didn’t waste time. Joanna pushed him back onto the bed, climbing onto his lap before he could even catch his breath. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking once, twice—
"Fuck," he hissed.
Then she was sinking down on him, taking him inch by inch, her tight heat swallowing him whole. Robert groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him, slow at first, then faster, her tits bouncing with every roll of her hips.
Joanna’s nails dug into his shoulders as she chased her next orgasm, her thighs trembling. Robert flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head as he pounded into her, his hips snapping against hers.
"Look at me," he growled, his voice rough.
Joanna’s eyes locked onto his, her lips parted in a silent scream as another orgasm ripped through her. Robert followed, his release tearing through him as he buried himself deep, his cock pulsing inside her.
They collapsed together, breathless, sweaty, limbs tangled.
Joanna let out a shaky laugh, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "I came here thinking I’d just… talk to you. Maybe have a drink."
Robert chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "And now?"
She smirked, her hand sliding down to wrap around his semi-hard cock. "Now I think I’m gonna need round two."
He groaned, already hardening again beneath her touch. "Fuck, Joanna. You’re insatiable."
She grinned, biting her lip as she guided him back inside her. "And you love it."
And he did.