Disclaimer - No, I don't know Tate McRae and none of this happened. It is all fiction.
I Need A Quickie
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Hotel rooms became a sort of luxury when you were on tour and it was all you had. In the old days, one could imagine the packed living that came on a tour bus. Not for Tate McRae. First class hotels were where to be. She kicked off her heels by the door, the soft thud echoing in the quiet space. But now she was here, in Tel Aviv, with only twelve hours before she had to fly to London. She wanted to relax and have some time to herself and share only with one person who mattered.
Samuel was already waiting, looking out the window at the beautiful view. The sunset painted his skin in shades of amber and gold. He was older than she remembered, the lines around his eyes deeper, but his body was still lean and hard under his thin t-shirt. He didn't say much when she walked in, just watched her with that familiar, heavy-lidded gaze that had always made her feel like the only person in the world.
"Are you having a rough tour?" he asked, his voice low, carrying a hint of the accent she'd missed more than anything lately. Samuel was an old boyfriend she had known now for two years.
"Yeah, it's been exhausting. But I'm not really in the mood to talk about it."
"How come?"
"It's been nonstop for the past three months. I need to have some fun outside of the stage."
She crossed the room, stopping a foot from him so he could see her better. Months of missed calls, canceled plans, the weird push-and-pull of an off-and-on thing that never really ended. But she didn't want to talk about any of that either. She wanted to forget the schedule, the pressure, the constant performance every other night. She wanted to feel something raw and real and she could only get that from him.
Samuel reached out, his fingers brushing her jawline, tilting her face up. "You look good, Tate. Tired, but good."
"Good enough for you?"
His thumb traced her lower lip, and she parted her mouth slightly, letting the tip of his thumb slide inside. She sucked gently, tasting his skin and moaned around it, vibrating his thumb in her mouth with a hmmmmmmmm. "You're always good for me, baby", Samuel said.
"Don't make me wait," she murmured around his thumb.
He pulled his hand back, then cupped the back of her head, fingers tangling in her dirty blonde hair. He kissed her hard, not gentle at all. A kiss that was hungry and demanding, the kind she'd been craving for the past several weeks now. His tongue pushed past her lips, and she opened wide, letting him dominate the kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the muscle flex under the fabric. This turned her on.
He broke away just long enough to say something, "Lets go to the bed," and then he was leading her by the hand, past the designer luggage and room service trays, to the unmade bedsheets.
Tate fell backward onto the bed, pulling him down with her. He landed half on top of her, his weight a welcome pressure. She reached down, grabbing his cock through his jeans. He was already hard. She felt it against the denim. She squeezed, and he groaned, his forehead dropping to hers and rubbing.
"No time for anything slow," she said, her voice husky. "Just fuck me, Samuel. I need a good quick fuck. I think you know what I mean."
He didn't argue with her. Not at all. He sat back on his feet, pulling her top off with practiced ease. Her breasts spilled out, and he leaned down to take one nipple into his mouth. She arched her back, pushing her chest into him, while his hand found her other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. She was wet already, her pussy aching with need.
"Get these off me," she said, tugging at his jeans. He stood to shuck them, along with his briefs, and she took the chance to yank down her own leggings and panties. She lay there, naked and flushed, her legs slightly open, inviting him to look at her wet pussy. He did. His gaze fell down her stomach to the dark patch of hair between her thighs, where her slickness glistened.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, climbing back onto the bed. "Every inch of you looks so good."
He settled between her legs, his cock pressing against her inner thigh. She reached down, guiding him to her entrance. His tip nudged against her clit, and she gasped, her hips bucking to push more of him. Samuel met her demand and began to thrust, fucking her.
"Fuck me," she said, impatience sharp in her voice as she bit her lower lip and purred.
He drove into her with solid thrusts. Pump after pump. She cried out, her back arching, her nails digging into his shoulders. He was big and had always been a perfect fit and the feeling of being filled after months of no love in her life was overwhelming. He stilled for a moment, letting her adjust to his length, but she shook her head. She wanted it all. Give or take.
"Don't stop. Fuck me. Don't stop at all. Give it to me."
He started to fuck her, slow at first, then faster. His hips pounded against hers, each thrust pushing her deeper into the bed. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with her gasps and his low groans. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he lowered himself so his chest pressed against hers. He could feel her tits rubbing against his chest. His sweat dripped onto her skin, and she licked it off his neck, tasting salt and man.
"I need to cum," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Make me cum, Samuel."
He shifted his angle, hitting that spot inside her that made her toes curl. He kept driving into her, his rhythm relentless. She felt the pressure building, coiling tight in her core. She let go of all the tension, all the exhaustion, and surrendered to the wave. Her orgasm crashed through her, her body convulsing around his cock, and she cried out his name, a broken, breathless sound.
He didn't slow down. He fucked her through her climax, then pushed harder, his breathing ragged. She felt him swell inside her, and then he buried himself deep, his cock twitching as he came. Hot cum flooded her, and she clenched around him, drawing out every last drop. He collapsed on top of her, his weight comforting, his heart hammering against her ribs.
They lay there for a while, sweaty and tangled, the only sound their breathing. Tate could feel the cum leaking from her, the evidence of him still inside her. She loved that messy, intimate part.
Samuel shifted, propping himself up on an elbow. "Was that enough unwinding for you?"
Tate laughed, a low, satisfied sound. "For now. I have a few more hours before my flight."
He grinned, his hand sliding down her belly, fingers finding her pussy, slick and sensitive. "Good. Because I didn't think we were done yet. It's been so long since we last did anything together."
She bit her lip, letting her legs fall open again. "You're right. We're not done yet."
The sweat was still cooling on their skin from the hard fucking when Tate pushed herself up, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Samuel’s cum was still leaking from her cunt, a warm trickle down her thigh, but she wasn’t satisfied yet. She wanted more—wanted to taste him, to feel him in her throat, to have him paint her face like a trophy.
“Stay,” she murmured, her voice low and commanding.
She slid off the bed, her knees hitting the plush carpet. Samuel propped himself up on the pillows, his cock still half-hard, slick with their combined wetness. He watched her with heavy-lidded eyes, his hands resting on his stomach, making no move to touch her. Just as she wanted.
Tate crawled forward, settling between his spread legs. She could smell herself on him and she loved that sensation. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the head of his cock, tasting the salt of her own cum mixed with his.
She took her time, tracing the ridge of his crown with the tip of her tongue, licking downward to the underside. She circled the head,slowly, savoring every drop of precum that beaded at the slit. Her hands rested on his thighs, feeling the tension in his muscles, but she didn’t grip him. Not yet.
“You like watching me play with your cock?”
"Oh yeah."
She smiled and opened her mouth wide, taking him in now. She slid down slowly, letting her lips glide over his shaft, inch by inch. His cock was thick, filling her mouth completely. She breathed through her nose, relaxing her throat, and pushed deeper. The head bumped the back of her throat, and she paused, swallowing around him. She felt him twitch, heard his sharp intake of breath.
Then she took him deeper, her nose brushing his pubic bone. Her throat convulsed around his length, but she held, her eyes watering. She stayed there for a long moment, savoring the fullness of his thick meat. When she finally pulled back, she gasped, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.
She didn’t wipe them away. She looked up at him, her eyes glistening, and then deliberately spat onto his cock. The glob of spit landed on the head, mixing with her saliva and his precum. She smeared it with her thumb, then took him back into her mouth, this time with a slurping, wet sound.
She bobbed her head, faster now, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. She let her teeth graze him just slightly, enough to send a shiver through his body, then soothed the spot with her tongue. She deepthroated him again, holding him deep, her throat working around him. When she came up for air, she spat again, this time onto the carpet, then licked the head clean, her tongue flicking over the slit.
“You want to cum in my mouth?” she asked. “Or on my face?” A second choice.
“On your face.”
She grinned, pulling off his cock with a wet pop. She wrapped her fist around the base, her grip tight, and began jerking him off. Her hand moved in a steady rhythm, twisting at the top, while her other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently. She leaned forward, her face inches from his cock, her tongue out, licking the head between strokes.
“Look at me,” she said, "watch me suck you off."
He did, his eyes dark and desperate. She worked him faster, her hand slick with his precum and her spit. She could feel him throbbing, could see his abs clench, his cock swelling. She aimed the head at her face, not caring where it went just so long as her face gets drenched.
“Cum for me, Samuel. Cover me.”
He screamed. The first hot rope of cum shot across her cheek, thick and white. The second hit her lips, and she parted them, letting some of it land on her tongue. The third splashed across her nose and forehead, and the final spurts dribbled down her chin. She kept jerking him off, releasing every last hot drop, until his cock softened in her hand.
She stayed there, her face glistening with his cum as she licked her lips. She touched a finger to her cheek, scooped up a glob, and brought it to her mouth, sucking it clean loudly, "mmmmmmmmm, yummy."
Samuel collapsed back onto the pillows, panting, his eyes fixed on her painted face. “Wow, that was so fun."
She wiped the excess semen from her forehead, smearing it across her left eyebrow, then crawled up onto the bed, lying beside him. She was relaxed after this quickie.
“I have to shower before my flight,” she said.
“Want company?”
"Only you."