Vivian's POV
In the silence that followed the amazing sex that they'd just had. Shame began to cling to Vivian.
'What sort of woman has sex in a bar restroom with a man
that she has just met?'
Since when have you become so loose?
The critical voice sounded suspiciously like her long dead mother, and that made her feel even more ashamed. Not turning around to look at Ryan Terrell, Vivian bent down, and grabbed her underwear from around her ankle. Slipping it onto her other foot she dragged it up. Resolutely ignoring the stickiness as the material came into contact with her drying juices she reached up, straightening as she began adjusting her dress. Only she felt more presentable did she turn to look at Ryan. She found the man buckling his belt. Just watching him do that simple act made her very aware of yet another thing that she was feeling.
Horniness.
She had literally just come, and already she was salivating… wanting more.
Her shame amplified, she and Bryce had not had sex in months. Now she'd gotten a taste of good dick, and she was suddenly the most horny creature on earth.
How embarrassing!
Clearing her throat to get Ryan's attention, she gave him a smile that she hoped looked casual, and not at all like she wanted to jump him again.
"Thanks for the good time Ryan, goodbye," Hoping that she did not look as much of a mess as she felt, Vivian threw him one more smile and turned to leave.
But her hand missed the doorknob completely, as Ryan plastered himself against her back. Pulling her so close that it was impossible for her not to feel his half-hard dick grinding
against her. The man nibbled lightly at the curve of her neck, and she went boneless against him,
Her hand, not at all caring about her mental war, went lower and she began rubbing at her clit through the fabric of her clothing.
What was this man doing to her?
"Do you have anything pressing that you will be doing tonight?" Ryan asked, his voice rumbling through his chest. The vibrations going straight through her back, and hitting her groin.
"Why do you ask?"
His strong hands settled over her breasts and he began kneading the mounds, all the while grinding his cock against her clothed backside.
Gosh, why was temptation so…tempting?
"If you have nothing to do, you and I can go to a hotel and we can keep each other entertained for a few hours," It did not even take her a moment to decide.
"Yes, I will come with you," She agreed, and she meant that in more ways than one.
***
Ryan Terrell was a well-known playboy. So Vivian did not let it bother her when some of the hotel staff rolled their eyes upon seeing the two of them enter.
The workers professional enough not to let anything show to Ryan's face. But deeming Vivian, as just his flavour of the night and not bothering to hide their reactions.
She did not let the knowing looks bug her. Whatever they were thinking was probably not too far from the truth.
They could have their opinions, she was just there to enjoy herself.
When they entered the far too big hotel room though, her confidence began to diminish.
In the restroom she'd had her clothes mostly on. Now the two of them would be getting naked.
Her self-consciousness about her body did not ease when Ryan, walking ahead of her, began to strip out of his own clothing. Pausing only to pull out a string of condoms, ( the man was very prepared) before continuing to disrobe, doing so with a confidence that only people with gorgeous physiques had.
She on the other hand just stood there watching him as every bit of fabric fell away. Revealing tanned skin and muscles that rippled with every move he made.
Completely naked by the time that he reached the bed, Ryan climbed on and got himself comfortable, his cock standing proud. So big that Vivian had to swallow audibly, unable to believe that she'd had that monster in her. Not only that, she was going to do it again.
"Are we going to do this, or are you just going to spend the whole night staring at me," Ryan asked, looking like a Greek god as he lay on his side, his cheek pillowed on his palm. Staring at her in amusement, totally not self-conscious at all.
Realizing that if he were able to see her properly, she would not be able to act. Vivian turned to the lights and lowered the intensity. Making it just dark enough that they could see each other, but also that he would not be able to see all of her flaws.
"Let's dim the lights to set the mood,"
***
Instead of just agreeing with her so that he could get back into her, there was a loud clapping sound and all of a sudden the room was once again flooded in light.
" I want to see you," Ryan said, and when
Vivian was done blinking the stars out of her eyes, she found him no longer on the bed but standing far too close for comfort. Swallowing, Vivian contemplated just leaving.
There was no way she could be naked in front of this perfect specimen. But then she took a steadying breath and made her choice.
The man had already fucked her, if he saw her naked and was repulsed, then so be it.
She had already tasted his magnificent cock, so it would not be a complete loss on her part.
First, she shrugged off her dress. Letting it pool around her ankles. When she looked up, Ryan was staring at her intently, his hungry eyes fixed on her breasts like he wanted to bury himself in them.
Not really understanding the reaction, but feeling emboldened. Vivian took off her underwear next. Turning around,
she began undoing the straps of her sandals. She had just finished taking off the last one when she suddenly found herself pushed onto her hands and knees on the carpet, with Ryan kneeling behind her.
"What are you doing?" She threw a look over her shoulder and her mouth formed into a soft 'o' of shock.
Ryan Terrell was kneeling behind her looking pained. His hand gripping the base of his cock in a way that made it very clear that he was trying not to come on the spot.
What?
Had just looking at her back done that to him? The alcohol had to be messing with his vision a bit.
Despite that being the most likely reason, Vivian, feeling sexy all of a sudden, lowered her upper body onto the soft carpet. Her sensitive nipples dragging on it in a way that made her let out an involuntary hiss.
Reaching back, she grabbed a butt cheek in each hand. Exposing herself even more to him. Then she very purposefully wiggled her rear at him.
"Mr Terrell, I'm feeling a bit sore, can you please lick it better?"