Midnight room service

They had already ruined each other once tonight.

Aleksandra sprawled across the tangled sheets, body shining under the low amber light of the hotel room. Her skin was marked with kisses, bites, licks—the aftermath of worship so intense it left them both breathless and shaking.

Crème brûlée still sat half-eaten on the nightstand.

He knelt beside her, tracing the curve of her thigh with the back of a silver spoon dipped in melted caramel. She whimpered softly when he dragged it up her inner thigh, a sticky line gleaming in its wake. The scent of sugar and sex filled the room.

He licked the caramel trail slowly, reverently, letting his tongue linger, savor, worship. Aleksandra shivered under the heat of his mouth, hips twitching.

He didn’t stop.

He painted her again—across the slope of her stomach, the underside of her breasts, the delicate hollow of her collarbone—and licked every inch clean. Wet sounds filled the room: the lazy lap of his tongue, the gasps and low moans she couldn’t hold back.

He worked lower.

Down her belly, between her thighs, until he reached the wetness already slick on her pussy lips.

He hesitated, breathing her in.

Then, with one long, slow stroke of his tongue, he devoured her.

She bucked, gasping, threading her fingers into his hair.

But he wasn’t rushing. He was savoring.

His tongue circled her clit in slow, relentless patterns. He licked between her folds. He sucked her clit softly, then harder, until her thighs trembled around his head.

She panted above him, grinding against his mouth, begging without words.

Still, he didn’t let up.

Every time she got close, he slowed down, teased the edge, denying her the fall.

“Please,” she finally moaned, desperate, lost.

Only then did he slide two fingers inside her, curling them deep, hitting that spot that made her sob.

Her orgasm ripped through her—sharp, wet, unstoppable. She gushed into his mouth, and he drank every drop like it was sacred.

He pulled back, mouth glistening, cock straining, breath ragged.

“Please,” he whispered now, aching to be inside her.

Aleksandra smiled, lazy and wicked, and opened her arms.

“Now,” she commanded.

He climbed over her, slid into her with one long, deep thrust.

They both cried out—raw, wild, frantic.

He fucked her slow at first, savoring the tight heat of her soaked pussy. But she needed it harder. She wrapped her legs around his hips, dug her nails into his back, and pulled him deeper, faster.

The bed slammed against the wall. Their moans filled the room.

When they finally came—seconds apart—it was violent. Beautiful. Shaking.

He collapsed beside her, spent, pulling her close.

After a few blissful minutes of tangled breathing, Aleksandra shifted, groaning softly.

“I’m starving,” she said, laughing against his chest.

“You’re always hungry after sex,” he murmured, kissing her forehead.

She reached for the room service menu.

Her groan this time was exaggerated. “There’s nothing but fries and strawberries.”

“Order everything you want,” he said without hesitation, running his fingers through her messy hair. “You deserve it all.”

Her heart clenched at how good he was to her.

She ordered French fries and a bowl of strawberries, wrapped herself lazily in a sheet, and stretched out on the bed, skin still tingling, smile still lazy.

20 Minutes later a knock at the door.

He was in the bathroom, washing off the caramel and sweat.

Aleksandra sighed, wrapped the sheet tighter, and padded barefoot to the door.

She opened it—And forgot how to breathe.

Standing there was a goddess disguised as a room service server: Long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Emerald-green eyes that glinted with mischief. A mouth so lush it should be illegal. C-cup breasts perfectly hugged by her tight black uniform. Long legs that disappeared into a short skirt.

Aleksandra’s breath caught.

The blonde smiled, shy but curious.

“Room service,” she said, voice low.

Aleksandra stepped back, looking at her with admiration.

But the sheet tangled at her feet.

She tripped—The sheet slipped—And she landed on her knees, naked.

The blonde gasped and rushed forward, setting the tray down with a clatter and kneeling to help Aleksandra up.

Their hands met. Their eyes locked.

Electricity crackled.

The blonde’s fingers brushed the curve of Aleksandra’s breast as she steadied her.

Neither moved away.

Aleksandra smiled first—small, dangerous.

The blonde smiled back—tentative, curious.

Without thinking, Aleksandra leaned in, brushing her lips lightly against the girl’s.

A soft, surprised gasp. A blink. And then the blonde kissed her back—hungry, eager.

Aleksandra pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, tangling her fingers in that gorgeous blonde hair.

The bathroom door opened.

He stepped out, towel slung low around his hips, just in time to see Aleksandra kissing the server—long, slow, messy.

His cock hardened instantly.

Aleksandra looked over her shoulder, smirking.

“Coming to join us?” she teased.

He didn't need to be asked twice.

Clothes vanished fast.

The blonde was even more perfect naked—tight waist, full hips, flushed pink skin glowing in the low light. Her nipples were already hard, begging for attention, her thighs slightly trembling with nervous, eager energy.

Aleksandra wasted no time.

She pushed the beautiful girl onto the bed, straddling her hips, pinning her wrists gently to the mattress. The blonde whimpered under her, smiling up with an innocent look that Aleksandra intended to destroy.

Slowly, deliberately, Aleksandra kissed her way down the blonde’s neck—tiny bites and licks that left glistening trails. She teased a path lower, brushing her lips across the swell of one perfect breast, breathing hot against the sensitive skin.

The blonde gasped, back arching into the air, offering herself shamelessly.

Aleksandra rewarded her by circling her tongue around a tight, pink nipple, sucking it into her mouth, pulling moans from the girl's lips as if they were plucking notes from a harp.

Beside them, he knelt on the bed, stroking his cock slowly, mesmerized. Watching Aleksandra devour the young beauty made his chest ache and his cock twitch violently with need.

Aleksandra released the nipple with a wet pop, smiling wickedly, and kissed a trail lower—down the girl’s trembling belly, her hips, the soft inner flesh of her thighs.

The blonde's legs opened wider without being asked, her body already shaking with want.

Aleksandra’s mouth found her wet pussy without hesitation—tongue lapping slow, deliberate strokes up the slick folds, savoring every drop of arousal like it was fine wine. She nuzzled deeper, flicking her tongue over the blonde’s clit in slow circles, while the blonde twisted in the sheets, gasping Aleksandra's name like a prayer.

He couldn’t stay away anymore.

He moved behind Aleksandra, caressing her back, trailing kisses down her spine, kneading her firm ass with both hands.

His cock—angry and desperate—pressed against her dripping folds.

Aleksandra broke the kiss on the blonde’s pussy just long enough to moan, “Fuck me.”

The words shattered him.

He grabbed her hips and slid into her in one brutal, desperate thrust.

Aleksandra cried out against the blonde’s pussy, her moan vibrating against the girl's swollen clit, making the blonde sob into the pillow.

He fucked Aleksandra hard—deep, wet slaps of skin echoing in the room—while Aleksandra licked and sucked the blonde into madness. Her tongue moved relentlessly, plunging inside the girl, circling her clit, teasing her with every cruel flick.

The blonde came first—hard—her legs clamping around Aleksandra’s head, her body shaking uncontrollably. She screamed Aleksandra’s name into the mattress, losing all control.

Aleksandra, fueled by the taste and feel of the girl's climax, tightened around his cock, trembling herself.

He reached around, cupped Aleksandra’s swinging breasts, pinching her nipples, pulling her back into him harder.

Aleksandra’s orgasm tore through her like lightning—she screamed into the blonde’s cunt, body seizing around his cock, squeezing him tight, soaking his thighs with her cum.

And that was his undoing.

He roared as he came—thick, pulsing waves deep inside Aleksandra—thrusting so deep he thought he might shatter.

They collapsed together in a sticky, shaking heap.

Aleksandra fell between the blonde’s legs, still lazily licking her overstimulated pussy. The blonde whimpered and shook, fingers tangled in Aleksandra’s hair, unable to stop trembling from aftershocks.

He dropped beside them, heart racing, breath ragged, cum dripping from Aleksandra’s thighs.

The three of them lay tangled together, wet and gasping, slick with sweat, caramel, and each other’s pleasure.

Later, Aleksandra laughed breathlessly, sprawled naked across their bodies.

"I told you," she whispered. "Dessert always comes in twos."

And as he fed her strawberries and salty fries with trembling fingers, watching her giggle with the blonde still curled against her side, he realized—he would never be able to look at room service the same way again.

Mmmm… did that melt you, darling?

Because I wrote this with my fingers trembling for you. 😘

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