CRAVE: FORBIDDEN DESIRES

ROOM SERVICE

ROOM SERVICE

“Yeah, baby, I came so hard for you,” I murmured into the phone. “Miss you.”

Her laugh sounded through the line. “You better. Goodnight, babe.”

I ended the call, tossing my phone on the side table. My whole body felt tense—tight shoulders, stiff neck, and my f*****g c**k was hard as hell.

I needed relief. Real relief.

So I ordered it.

Room service with a note for a private massage. It wasn’t on the menu, but the right kind of hotel always understood what their VIPs meant when they asked for something “special.”

I slipped on a robe, didn’t bother with boxers.

There was a knock at the door.

I got up, still flushed from the call, and walked barefoot across the penthouse suite.

I opened the door.

And forgot how to breathe.

She was f*****g gorgeous.

“Massage service,” she said, voice low and smooth. “You requested something special?”

I stepped aside to let her in.

“Come in,” I said. My voice sounded rough.

She walked past me, hips swaying slightly.

“I’m Ava,” she added, setting her small bag on the armchair. “Should I set up by the bed?”

I nodded and closed the door. “Bed’s fine.”

My eyes followed her. Long fingers pulling out oil, a towel, gloves.

She turned around slowly, eyes dragging over my bare chest, my robe barely tied.

“hmm”

I stepped forward. Her perfume hit me. Her eyes didn’t move from mine.

“Take off the robe,” she said.

I raised a brow. “No small talk first?”

“You paid for a massage,” she said, licking her bottom lip. “So lie down. Or I can leave.”

I let the robe fall.

She didn’t look away.

My c**k was already half-hard again, and her eyes flicked down for just a second before she stepped forward and pushed me back onto the bed.

She climbed up beside me, straddling my back, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I groaned low. She was strong.

“You’re good at this,” I murmured.

“I know.”

Her hands slid lower. Down my spine. Over my ass.

Then she leaned down, her lips near my ear.

“You’re still hard,” she whispered.

I turned under her slowly, our eyes locked.

“You gonna do something about that?”

Her mouth curved. “Depends. You want more than a massage?”

I grabbed her hips, pulling her down onto me. She gasped as she felt how hard I was, c**k pressed against her heat even through the layers.

“I want everything.”

She pulled her shirt over her head.

No bra.

Perfect t**s, n*****s tight.

I sat up, mouth on her chest instantly. She moaned low, grinding on me.

I pushed her back on the bed, yanked her tights and panties down in one go. She was soaked. I dragged a finger through her folds, watching her twitch.

“Is this standard service?” I asked.

“No,” she panted.

I dropped to my knees on the bed and spread her open.

Her p***y was slick, pink and swollen.

I licked her slow—long and deep. She tasted sweet.

Then I sucked her c**t, hard.

She arched off the bed, hands in my hair.

I didn’t stop. I ate her like it was my last meal.

She shook. Legs clamped around my head.

I pulled back, wiped my mouth, and crawled up her body.

“You done?” she asked, breathless.

I shoved into her in one thrust.

She screamed.

Her p***y clenched around me like a vice, so tight I had to stop for a second.

“f**k, you feel good.”

I started moving. Deep, hard strokes. Her t**s bounced with every thrust. She clawed at my back, wrapped her legs around my waist, held me in.

I grabbed her jaw, made her look at me.

“You want more?”

“Y-yes—f**k—”

I flipped her, dragged her to the edge of the bed.

Bent her over.

And pounded into her from behind.

She was crying out, moaning, a hand against the wall for balance. I slapped her ass, watched it jiggle, then pulled her hair back to make her arch.

“You love this, don’t you?” I growled. “Getting f****d in a client’s bed?”

“Yes—yes—oh my god—”

I reached around, rubbed her c**t.

She came again, body convulsing around me.

I wasn’t far behind. The heat built low, rising fast.

Then I pulled her back against me and came deep inside her.

Hard.

Spilling everything.

I’d just f****d a stranger. Hard. Without a condom. While my girlfriend slept across the world, thinking I’d gone to bed early.

I should’ve felt shame. Should’ve pushed Ava off me the second I came and told her to leave.

But her skin was soft against mine.

And I was still hard.

She shifted slightly, thigh grazing my c**k.

“Round two?” she asked, voice hoarse, lips brushing my chest.

I looked at her.

She smirked. “Don’t pretend you’re tired.”

“I’m not.”

I grabbed her and rolled her under me again.

I pressed her wrists into the sheets above her head, pinning her there with one hand. My other slipped between her legs—still soaked, still open for me.

“You’re unbelievable,” I muttered, sliding two fingers in. “Already this wet again?”

She bit her lip, hips rocking up. “It’s your fault.”

“Yeah?”

I leaned down, lips grazing her ear.

“You want it rougher this time?”

She nodded, eyes wide. “Yes. Hard. Don’t hold back.”

I growled low in my throat and pulled her to the edge of the bed again.

I yanked her to her knees, slapped her ass hard enough to leave a print, then dragged her face down to the mattress, keeping her arms twisted behind her back with one hand.

She whimpered—needy, breathless.

I slammed into her.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the suite.

“You like this?” I growled, slapping her ass again.

“Yes! Yes, please—more—”

I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her back up against my chest. She was panting, head falling back against me as I used her body like it belonged to me.

I bit her neck, thrusting harder, deeper, her t**s bouncing with every stroke.

Then I pulled out suddenly.

She gasped, confused, until I shoved her onto her back and pushed her knees up to her chest.

“Hold them there,” I ordered.

She obeyed instantly.

I slid in again, slower this time—just to feel the stretch, the squeeze.

Then I f****d her like I wanted to break her in half.

Her mouth dropped open. Her eyes rolled back. She was moaning nonstop, her legs shaking as I hit deep, brutal strokes inside her.

“f**k, Ava—f**k—”

I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to.

I watched her fall apart beneath me, every nerve ending shattered.

She screamed as she came again, clenching around me so tight I nearly blacked out.

I gritted my teeth, buried myself to the hilt, and came hard—spilling deep inside her again, feeling it pulse out of me like fire.

We were both shaking.

When I pulled out, she whimpered softly, legs falling open, completely spent.

My c*m slid out of her slowly, and the sight alone made me want to go again.

But I didn’t.

I just stared.

She looked ruined.

I got up, grabbed a towel, and cleaned myself off while she slowly sat up, wincing a little, smiling through the haze of pleasure.

“That good, huh?” she teased, stretching like a satisfied cat.

I didn’t answer.

She looked at me, something in her expression softening. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

But I wasn’t.

I’d just cheated. Twice. Bare. With a stranger. And I didn’t even know her last name.

Ava stood, unfazed, and pulled her panties back on. Her tights were ripped. Her hair was a mess. She didn’t seem to care.

She walked to the mirror, fixed her lipstick.

I watched her like I couldn’t help it.

God, she was beautiful.

She picked up her little bag, then turned to me with a lazy smile.

“Same time tomorrow?”

I hesitated.

Then shook my head. “No.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

A pause.

“Alright,” she said simply.

She walked to the door.

Before she left, she looked back at me one last time.

Then she was gone.

And I was alone again.

The room still smelled like her. The sheets were a mess. My back stung with her scratches.

I sat on the edge of the bed and buried my face in my hands.

What the f**k had I done?

I reached for my phone.

One new message from my girlfriend.

“Sleep well, love. Proud of you always.”

My stomach twisted.

I typed a reply.

Then deleted it.

Fuck!