Sweet Rush: Dirty Little Diaries

ONE ROOM LEFT

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: ONE ROOM LEFT

The storm was raging outside the hotel.

The rain hammered against the tall glass windows of the lobby as Sophia clutched her suitcase, water dripping from her coat. Her flight had been cancelled, the roads were flooded, and every hotel in the city was fully booked.

Except this one had one room left.

“The honeymoon suite,” the receptionist said apologetically. “It’s the only one we have. I’m so sorry, but with the storm…”

Sophia sighed. “I’ll take it.”

She was exhausted, soaked, and just wanted a hot shower and a bed. She didn’t care that it was meant for newlyweds.

She took the keycard and headed to the top floor.

When she opened the door to the luxurious suite, her heart nearly stopped.

A man was already inside.

He stood by the windows, his shirt unbuttoned, and dark hair slightly damp from his own shower. He was tall, broad-shouldered, jawline and piercing gray eyes. He turned when he heard the door, surprise flashing across his face.

“Who are you?” he asked, his voice deep and smooth.

“Sophia,” she said, holding up her keycard. “They gave me this room. The hotel is full because of the storm.”

He ran a hand through his hair and let out a low laugh. “Same here. I’m Marcus. Looks like we’re sharing tonight.”

Sophia’s stomach flipped. The suite was stunning, with a massive king bed, luxurious living area, private jacuzzi on the balcony, and huge windows overlooking the stormy city.

There was only one bed.

“I can sleep on the couch,” Marcus offered, but his eyes lingered on her a second too long.

“It’s fine,” Sophia said, trying to sound casual. “It’s a big bed. We’re both adults.”

The tension in the room thickened instantly.

They ordered room service and tried to make small talk while the storm raged outside. But every glance, every accidental brush of hands, every time their eyes met felt electric.

By midnight, the power flickered and the lights went out.

The only light came from the city below and occasional flashes of lightning.

Sophia lay in the huge bed, hyper-aware of Marcus on the other side. The silence was deafening.

“I can’t sleep,” she whispered.

“Me neither,” he replied.

A flash of lightning illuminated the room. Their eyes met.

Marcus moved first.

He rolled over, his hand finding her waist under the sheets. “Tell me to stop,” he said, voice low.

Sophia didn’t.

She pulled him on top of her instead.

Their kiss was hungry and desperate from the start. Hands roamed each other's body, clothes were torn off. Marcus kissed down her neck, sucking marks into her skin as he peeled her nightdress off.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he groaned, cupping her breasts and sucking on her n*****s until she arched off the bed.

Sophia moaned loudly, her hands in his hair. She could feel how hard he was against her thigh.

Marcus moved lower, spreading her legs and burying his face between them. His tongue was relentless. Licking, sucking, devouring her until she was writhing and moaning his name.

When she came on his tongue, shaking and crying out, he didn’t stop. He kept licking her through the orgasm, then climbed back up and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips.

He pushed her legs apart and thrust into her in one deep stroke.

Sophia cried out in pleasure as he filled her completely.

Marcus f****d her hard and deep, the storm outside matching the intensity in the room. The bed creaked with every powerful thrust. He pinned her wrists above her head, looking into her eyes as he took her.

“You feel so f*****g good,” he groaned. “So tight and wet for me.”

They changed positions multiple times. Her riding him, him taking her from behind against the window, lightning flashing across their bodies as he pounded into her.

By the time they both came together, Sophia screaming his name as her p***y clenched around him, Marcus groaning as he filled her with his release. They were exhausted, sweaty, and completely satisfied.

They lay tangled in the sheets as the storm slowly calmed outside.

Marcus kissed her shoulder softly.

“Best storm I’ve ever been stuck in,” he murmured.

Sophia smiled, already wondering how many more nights the storm would last.