Room Service at Midnight
They book the suite for one reason: privacy, a locked door, and permission to stop pretending they want gentle.
By midnight, the room-service trolley had been pushed into the hallway.
The champagne remained unopened.
Neither Ava nor Cole had booked the suite for champagne.
They had booked it because their apartment had thin walls, their schedules had been brutal, and for three weeks they had been sending each other increasingly explicit messages about what they wanted when they finally had a night with no neighbours to consider.
Cole watched her.
“Still want what you wrote?”
“Yes.”
“All of it?”
“The consensual parts.”
He smiled.
“That was all of it.”
“Then yes.”
Hard was welcome.
Cruel was not.
No choking.
No surprises.
Red meant stop.
Yellow meant slow down.
Ava walked towards him.
“Now stop interviewing me.”
Cole grabbed her by the hips and kissed her hard enough to push her back against the wall.
That was what she had been waiting for.
Ava bit his lower lip.
Cole’s hand closed around the back of her neck, not squeezing, simply holding her there while he kissed her again.
She pulled his shirt open.
Two buttons hit the carpet.
“Expensive shirt,” he said.
“Send me an invoice.”
He turned her around.
Ava put both palms against the wall.
Cole lifted her dress and slapped her ass.
Hard.
She gasped.
Again.
Ava pushed back towards him.
“More.”
He gave her more.
By the fifth slap her skin burned pleasantly.
Cole paused.
“Colour?”
“Green.”
He pulled her underwear down.
Ava heard his belt open behind her.
Her pulse jumped.
“Condom,” she said.
“Already.”
She glanced back.
He was putting it on.
“Good boy.”
Cole laughed.
“That attitude is going to cost you.”
“That’s the idea.”
He pushed two fingers into her first.
Ava moaned and spread her legs wider.
She was wet enough that his fingers moved easily.
Cole curled them inside her.
“Still mouthy?”
“Yes.”
He withdrew his fingers.
Ava felt the head of his cock against her.
“Ask.”
She looked over her shoulder.
“Fuck me.”
“Properly.”
“Fuck me hard.”
Cole entered her in one controlled thrust.
Ava cried out.
He stopped.
“Good?”
“Green. Move.”
He did.
The first strokes were deep and hard, exactly as they had discussed. Ava braced herself against the wall while Cole held her hips.
The hotel room absorbed the noise.
That was worth half the price by itself.
Cole fucked her faster.
Ava pushed back to meet every thrust.
“Harder.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
He slapped her ass again and drove into her harder.
Ava swore loudly.
She had wanted the loss of politeness more than anything.
Not loss of control.
They still had control.
They had simply agreed to use it differently tonight.
Cole pulled out.
Ava turned.
“Bed.”
He pointed.
She went.
Not because she had to.
Because being told made her wet.
Ava lay on her back.
Cole climbed over her.
She reached for his cock.
He caught her wrist.
“Hands above your head.”
Ava obeyed.
Cole held both wrists in one hand and kissed down her chest.
He bit one nipple gently, then harder when she arched towards him.
“Colour?”
“Green.”
His mouth moved lower.
Ava opened her legs.
Cole went down on her with none of the teasing he usually preferred. His tongue worked her clit quickly while two fingers pushed inside her.
Ava pulled against his grip.
“Fuck.”
He released her wrists.
She grabbed his hair.
“Don’t stop.”
He did not.
Her orgasm came fast and hard, thighs tightening around his head.
Cole barely gave her time to recover before moving back over her.
Ava laughed breathlessly.
“Greedy.”
“You booked until eleven.”
He entered her again.
This time Ava wrapped her legs around his waist.
Cole fucked her into the mattress.
The headboard struck the wall in a steady rhythm.
Ava dug her nails into his back.
He hissed.
“Too much?” she asked.
“No.”
“Good.”
She did it again.
Cole’s control broke slightly after that.
His thrusts became rougher.
Ava wanted exactly that.
“Come on,” she whispered. “Use the room.”
He laughed once, almost disbelieving.
Then he fucked her harder.
Ava came again, less neatly this time, body shaking beneath him.
Cole slowed.
“Need a break?”
“No.”
“Sure?”
“Yes. You?”
“No.”
“Then finish.”
He kissed her.
A minute later his rhythm broke and he came inside the condom with a low groan, forehead pressed against hers.
They stayed tangled together until their breathing slowed.
Then Cole rolled onto his back.
Ava looked at the ceiling.
“That was worth the ridiculous minibar deposit.”
“We didn’t use the minibar.”
“We used the soundproofing.”
Cole turned his head.
“Again in the morning?”
Ava smiled.
“Depends.”
“On?”
“How expensive your replacement shirt is.”
He looked at the two missing buttons on the floor.
“Very.”
“Then definitely.”