A/N; SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT!

This chapter is all sex, I don't even know, hotel/shower/elevator sex are a few of my way too many weaknesses.

I hope you guys enjoy it as much as Ally enjoys Austin's d**k.

The car ride was quick but not nearly as quiet as I would have preferred. Dallas was chatting away, like some sort of mischievous parrot on repeat, or crack, talking about anything and everything while I was somewhat pretending to listen.

It was not that I was trying to be rude, really, it was just that there were other...things that were occupying my mind, recent...memories, memories that wouldn't get out of my head, memories that left my body literally aching for more.

Funny how the worst date ever had somehow involved the best sex ever, albeit the latter did not involve said date.

"I can't believe that we actually played pool with an international pop star." Dallas sounded chipper, as if the events of the now late night were great additions to his very limited supply of good stories to tell.

All I could do was nod, as one of us had done much more than play pool with said pop star.

Pop star.

Right.

He was a pop star, a world-wide sensation, a guy who had girls figuratively and literally worshipping at his feet, and yet he had for some odd reason that I hadn't yet figured out decided to pick me, flirt with me, fuck me, without letting me know who he was.

He was so confusing.

And I felt dumb. Dumb as a rock. A dumb rock. Dumber than Dallas. God.

I sighed in relief, albeit only internally, when we pulled up in front of the hotel, luckily just a few minutes later.

Dallas insisted on once again opening the door for me.

Of course he did.

He held out his hand and helped me out, and then he tried to kiss me, again, inadvertently pushing my back into the now closed car door as I turned my face away, again, his lips making contact with my cheek, again, as I moved and walked away from him. Again.

How he could be so completely clueless was beyond me.

Apparently he wasn't as good at taking a hint as he was at blabbering.

I moved, soon standing a few feet of safety away.

"Thank you, Dallas. It was...fun." It had been lots of fun, actually, just not necessarily with him.

But whatever.

"So...will you be long?" He sounded as if he was hoping I wouldn't be.

I sure hoped so, though.

I shrugged, as I felt that "That's none of your business" might come off a tad too rude.

"I'm not sure." That was the truth.

"I...can wait?"

Hell no. Although that's probably where I was going.

"It's alright, I'll just take a cab back to my place. Thank you, though."

He smiled, perhaps a bit sadly so, and I felt bad for a split second.

Dallas was nice.

Really.

He was.

He would make some girl very happy one day.

I just simply had absolutely no intention of becoming said girl.

I was pretty sure that my intent of earning some good dating karma had had the complete opposite effect, but I didn't care.

Who needed good dates when you could have amazing sex.

I waited for a minute, making sure that Dallas was actually reversing out of the parking lot, before turning around and walking towards the building that I spent most of my time wishing I could find a way to get out of.

I stalled outside the glass door entrance for a second or two, trying to recall the schedule for the week.

It was not like I didn't know where I was going, as I pretty much knew the hotel like the back of my due to a sudden bout of nervousness now slightly shaking hand. As a matter of fact, I used to clean the penthouse, that very same penthouse that sex god was currently occupying, on an almost daily basis, before I moved up from the position of cleaning staff to receptionist.

But I wasn't sure of who was working at the front desk. Dez's shift was over since a few hours back, and he was most likely hanging out (or making out) with Carrie somewhere, or sleeping and snoring loudly on our too beat up living room couch.

Getting upstairs wouldn't necessarily be challenging, as I was in possession of an all-access card, courtesy of the job, but it didn't really know how to explain my need to be at the hotel in the middle of the night when I wasn't working to any of my nosy coworkers. It was a pretty well-known fact that I kind of hated my job and generally spent as little time as possible there.

I took a deep breath, almost as if I was diving into deep water, before I entered, the immediate noise created by the sliding doors ringing like thunderous gunshots in the too quiet lobby, and the receptionist on shift snapped up from behind the familiar desk, almost as if she had literally been shot.

Ah, crap.

It was Emily.

Of course it was.

Just my luck.

Fuck. And sadly not literally.

Don't get me wrong.

Emily was...nice. Maybe a bit too nice. She was basically a living gossip magazine, always ready to share the latest information with everyone and anyone who was willing to listen, and she was quite frankly the last person you wanted to see when you were trying to discretely fuck a pop star sensation late at night at your place of employment.

I was pretty sure she thought we were friends, and I was pretty sure I didn't.

I tried to think of ways to quickly become invisible. I wasn't a very good liar, my skills of deception only good enough to fool dumbasses like Dallas, and Emily was anything but dumb.

Annoying, overbearing, slightly conceded...but not dumb.

The sound of her bubblegum chewing was so loud that I could hear it from where I stood, across the room, and I could already see that the wheels in her head were turning, rapidly so, as she was trying to figure out what I was doing there.

"Ally? What are you doing here?" She sounded cheery and I felt anything but.

Selling girl-scout cookies?

Taking the measurements to replace the curtains?

Looking for a missing...screw?

Yeah, like I said, I was not a great liar.

I could tell that she was trying to sneak a glance at the nearby wall clock without me noticing, as I started to walk towards the elevators.

"Hi Emily. I...I left something here." My voice sounded funny.

Good one.

Crap.

"Aha..." She raised an impeccably groomed eyebrow and sounded as if she didn't believe me, but was yet for some reason expecting me to continue.

"There's something I forgot to...do."

More like someone, but whatever.

She just shook her head, as if questioning whether I really thought she was that stupid.

I didn't, but I wasn't going to elaborate.

I had a feeling that that would get me into further trouble.

And the only trouble I was currently interested in was waiting for me upstairs.

I continued to walk towards the elevators, passing the front desk, my balance slightly off and I was silently but vigorously praying that I wouldn't trip before I got there.

"You're going upstairs?" Her voice was colored with disbelief.

I just nodded. What else could I say?

She shrugged. "Ok." There was a smile on her face now, and I knew that she knew that I was there for some sort of midnight rendezvous, and that she would forever and ever bug me about it.

Whatever.

I was pretty sure it would be well worth it.

Besides, she didn't know who I was meeting. And I had no intention of telling her.

I pressed the button for the elevators, twice, as if that somehow would make it move faster, then tapping the shiny floor with my shoe, slightly nervously, as I waited for the cart to arrive while Emily's gaze dug into my back like a knife.

It took an eternity and a half.

Fuck, were the elevators always this slow?

"You want to hear something?"

I almost literally jumped at the sound of Emily's voice, as it was now coming from right behind me.

I turned around to face her and she looked like she was about to burst.

"Sure."

"There's a celebrity staying here tonight." She squealed. Loudly.

I recovered fairly quickly as I turned around. "Is that so?" I was trying to sound neutral.

She nodded, eagerly, like a pre-schooler that had a secret she had been told not to tell but still had absolutely no intention of keeping to herself. "You didn't hear it from me." She raised her manicured pointer finger and crossed her very red lips with it, needlessly emphasizing the need for me to keep the information quiet.

I just nodded, my heart beating a bit faster just by her mentioning the word celebrity.

"He must have checked in earlier today. He came in, maybe about half an hour ago, and I recognized him immediately, of course I did, and I kind of wanted to walk up to him, but that bodyguard looked intimidating."

Crap, Emily could blabber. Her and Dallas would be a match made in headache heaven.

But right.

Bodyguard.

So Vince and that other grumpy looking guy weren't his friends.

Crap, I was so stupid.

Was I the only one who hadn't immediately figured it out?

Emily was still looking at me, with a semi-amused smile across her overly make-uped face, as if she was trying to see how I would react to her information.

Right.

She didn't know that I already knew who she was referring to.

I just shrugged, still nonchalantly. "So, who is it?"

She leaned in even closer, her strong perfume almost making me nauseous, and whispered loudly and overly dramatically in my ear.

"Austin fucking Moon."

His name alone did things to me, and the words fucking and Austin made me mind go haywire. I needed to see him. Now.

"Who?" Maybe I wasn't as bad of an actress as I thought I was.

Her smile turned into an expression of disbelief. "He's an artist? Like, he has several best selling albums, a sold out world tour, and he's hot as fuck and single. God, if I could get my hand on him, I would..."

I felt the need to interrupt. "Oh. I'm not really that into music." Lies. Lies lies lies.

And I was very into him. I was hoping he would get into me too.

I could hear the elevator moving from floor to floor, its speed accompanied by a small beep at each passing one, the noise functioning as some sort of seemingly never-ending countdown, until it finally, finally, arrived with a loud plink, signaling the end of our uncomfortable chit-chat and the beginning of my almost uncontrollable spaghetti legs, as I was suddenly very, very nervous.

"Ok, well...good luck finding whatever it is that you're looking for."

I nodded in thanks as I walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor, then leaning back against the mirrored wall as the doors slowly but thankfully slammed shut.

My messy reflection was immediately staring back at me.

I looked drunk.

And kind of like I had had rough sex up against an outside wall.

The mirrors clearly didn't lie.

The elevator was still beeping, continuing the count down, or perhaps now the count up, my heart-rate increasing further in speed with each passing floor.

What was I doing?

I quickly pressed the button for the floor right beneath the penthouse, almost as if in panic, the cart coming to an almost screeching stop, the doors popping open and revealing an empty hallway.

I put my foot out, blocking the doors from closing and thereby hindering the elevator from moving, while my thoughts were flying around like a stack of papers in a hurricane in my too jumbled head.

Was I really going to do this?

And him?

Again?

I was suddenly and oddly worried about his impression of me.

Crap.

Crap, crap, crap.

But, come to think of it, who cared?

I had already fucked him outside of a freaking pool hall, without even knowing his name. Any "good" reputation I could have pretended to have had pretty much disintegrated a bit further with each wall thrust, and disappeared completely by the time he had cum inside of me.

Besides, shit like this probably happened to him on the daily.

Fuck.

No.

Never mind.

I didn't really want to think about that, about the fact that I was one in a crowd, one of many, many nameless and possibly faceless girls that he 'encountered' throughout his world tour.

But that fact was also what made me more determined to see him again.

This meant nothing.

And nothing twice still equalled nothing.

That, and I was insanely curious.

If he was capable of sex like that up against a wall, I could only imagine what he would be capable of doing in other places.

I owed it to myself.

I owed it to my pussy.

Who knew when, or if, it, and I, would get to experience similar levels of satisfaction again.

I moved my foot and let the door close, allowing the elevator to continue on its journey, moving for a few short seconds and then I arrived.

My head was still spinning a bit, although now it was more of a small wind rather than a hurricane, and I leaned up against the grayish wall across from his door for a minute before finding the courage to walk up and knock on it.

It flew open before my fisted hand had made contact with the white fake wood, as if he had been standing behind it waiting for me.

"You came." I nodded, smiling at the excitement that was clearly evident in his voice, along with the fact that he had coincidentally just summarized the last time we met in just two words.

He didn't sound surprised and I realized that he had expected me to come.

Perhaps he knew me better than myself despite not knowing me at all.

He held out his arm, gesturing for me to come in, and I entered, hesitantly and perhaps a bit slowly, as my mind still wasn't as sure of my recent decisions as my body was.

It didn't take more than a second before I felt him coming up behind me, and soon his arms were embracing me, his glorious arms, wrapping around me as he rapidly walked us towards the nearby and closest wall, pressing me into it in a matter of a few seconds and I felt short on air. But in a good way.

He moved my hair and then his lips were on my neck, teasing the skin below my ear, breathing me in as if I was a much needed air freshener in an otherwise polluted world, inadvertently creating goosebumps, everywhere, before he flipped me around and pinned me against the hard wall with his body. He instantly grabbed and raised my arms, locking them above my head by using his large hand, fitting both of my wrists in just one of them, his much taller body almost completely covering mine as he pressed my back even further into the concrete.

His lips were already embarking on the mission of almost eating mine, and any second thoughts I might have had were as far gone as the discarded panties I had left in the alley where we had...done... things, no more than an hour ago.

This kiss was urgent, and hot, and amazing, and I still couldn't really stand straight, but it was no longer due to nervousness, although the spaghetti was approaching boiling status. That was most likely due to the scorching hot company, though.

His mouth left mine for a second, possibly to allow him to catch his breath, and I took a deep breath before I spoke.

"So, Mr. Moon, or do you still prefer me to call you mr. Sun..."

He moved away from me, almost as if on reflex, my body immediately missing the presence of his, while he was slightly shaking his good-looking head. "So you figured it out, huh?" He looked upset. Or maybe disappointed.

I shrugged, mostly because I didn't want to have to tell him that it was actually Dallas of all people who had in fact figured it out for me.

He turned around and walked into the expensive suite, myself slowly trailing behind.

"Do you want a drink, or something?" He was pointing towards the overstocked and all but cheap minibar.

I wanted or something, alright.

I shook my head.

I was already having a hard time walking as it was.

He sat down on the leather couch, pointing for me to sit down next to him, the light in the room dimmed but I could clearly see the expression on his face.

Serious.

"So...now you know who I am." It wasn't a question, but more of a statement, and almost a defeated one.

"Is...is that a problem?" I wasn't completely sure of why it would be, but he made it sound like it was.

It was his turn to shrug. "You tell me." He sounded as if he thought that I might think so.

"Why would that be a problem?"

He sighed but stayed quiet for a minute, a handful of emotions running amok all over his face while he remained quiet.

"Do you ever feel like you just want to get away?" He had a small wrinkle between his perfect eye brows, a grave expression on his face that I hadn't seen before.

Did I ever want to get away?

He had no idea.

More like, when did I not.

I nodded. "All the time."

"Like, from yourself?"

Maybe not as often as I wanted to get away from the boring town, but there were times, many times, that I kind of wanted to be somewhere, someone, else.

I nodded in agreement, and he continued. "Ok. But you can't, right, because everywhere you go, everyone knows who you are, and everyone has an opinion of you, want something from you. It's funny, because I think every boy has that rock star dream. Sex drugs and ricin roll, right? But the drugs grow old and the girls wanting you only because you're famous gets old surprisingly quick. And then all that is left is the music." He sighed.

It hit me that perhaps the most popular boy was, after all, the loneliest of them all.

And then something clicked.

So that's why he had hooked up with me.

Because I was stupid enough not to know who he was.

That made sense, I guess. Why else would he want me?

"I think...I can understand that." Kind of. Being a rock stat still sounded kind of fun.

"I know it's crazy...I just wanted to...I don't know, be normal, be myself, for a few minutes."

"So that's why you...that's why we, you know... " I knew it was probably blushing and he looked amused.

"Why we fucked?" He manage to look somewhat innocent while speaking of things that were anything but, but I could tell that a devilish smirk was waiting in he corner of his mouth.

I nodded, trying to restrain myself from freaking jump him. I had never known that cursing could be so damn attractive. It was probably just when he did it, though.

"Yeah. Because I didn't know who you were, right? That's why you picked me?"

He stopped smiling, immediately, as he shook his head. "No, that's not why. I knew I wanted to fuck you the second I saw you, standing there behind the counter, that freaking uniform begging for me to pull it off, and that was before you had even seen me. You seeming not to recognize me was just a nicely added bonus."

"Oh." I wasn't sure of what else to say as my mouth was suddenly dry and I was very, very thirsty.

A minute passed, both of us still sitting on the couch, nothing but breathing heard in the room before he turned towards me and smiled. Again. It was addictive.

It made me want to lick his dimples. And other things. "Did you really not recognize me?"

I shook my head. I had heard of him, obviously, and I actually even kind of liked his music, but the chances of running into a worldwide celebrity in our small town had, up until this very night, seemed as likely as my parents actually getting along, namely close to non-existent.

And my only previous experience with famous people extended to seeing the local news anchor at the nearby mall. Once. And I had been to freaked out to ask for an autograph.

"I'm sorry." It was kind of embarrassing. I really should have known who he was.

"Don't apologize." He sounded grateful, not upset.

And I realized he was right. "Actually, maybe you should apologize. You let me make a fool of myself, let me sing and dance to one or your songs like I was...washing the windows or something."

He laughed. "You were adorable. And sexy as fuck. And I'm sorry, I really am, but I can't remember the last time I went somewhere without people recognizing me. I enjoyed it. It was...refreshing. I hate when people suck up to me."

Oh, but I wanted to suck him, alright.

His light hair was falling slightly in his face, and he raised his hand to move it out of the way, a quick movement that made me want to pull on it, run my fingers through it, untangle the slight messiness while still making it messier.

I know it made no sense. I made no sense. This night made no sense.

I nodded as he moved closer to me on the comfortable couch.

"It was amazing." His eyes were penetrating mine now, and God, did I want him to penetrate other things.

Another minute passed before he looked away.

"Yes, it was." We both knew we were no longer talking about the night, but about the extraordinary round of wall-fucking that had taken place between us.

"And it was really nice."

He had been naughty, though.

"What was nice?"

"Being myself, or I guess maybe not being myself, for a little bit."

I nodded. I was pretty sure he could fuck me as himself, or as Austin Sun, or as any other name under the stars that he wanted to use, and it would still be fucking fantastic.

"For what it's worth, Mr. Sun was excellent at what...he did."

He smiled, or maybe smirked, but he didn't say anything as his eyes found mine again, and this time he stayed in them.

Our arms were touching now, the suntanned skin of his now only t-shirt wearing arms rubbing up against the sliver of skin beneath my rolled-up blouse sleeves and I was suddenly sweating.

Somehow, it was hotter in the room than in the pool hall, despite the AC undoubtedly working on full speed, much as my heart beat that I was pretty sure he could hear from where he was sitting.

His eyes were amazing, as if hey had many stories to tell, and I found myself wishing that he would stick around for a bit.

No no no.

Crap.

That wasn't the plan.

Mindless sex.

One night.

That was it.

He was leaving in the morning.

In like, a few hours.

For forever.

We didn't have much time to...do things.

And then I realized that he hadn't made a move since I had gotten there.

He had invited me back to his room, sure, but maybe he realized that he had already gotten all that he wanted from me. Perhaps he was no longer interested.

I, on the other hand, kind of wanted to throw myself at him, as I was dying to see if Mr. Moon was as good or perhaps even better at what Mr. Sun did oh so well, but that would be slightly embarrassing and I did have some dignity. Or at least I would like to think I did.

It was probably time for me to leave.

I stood up, my legs still a bit wobbly from the impromptu swim session in his eyes.

"So, I'm...maybe I should...leave, it's getting late and..."

"Maybe you should. Or maybe you could stick around for just a bit longer."

I nodded, as cheering and yodeling seemed slightly inappropriate. Besides, I should probably leave the singing up to him from now on.

He grabbed my hand as I was still nodding, pulling me back onto the couch and soon into his lap, my skirt riding up but I didn't really care as I was soon straddling him on the black couch.

My skirt was magically transforming from knee-length to mini, and I realized I still wasn't wearing any underwear.

His hands were on my things, trailing upwards, and I felt the need to speak in order for me not to give in and kiss him. As if I was going to be able to resist for any lengthier period of time.

"So...what do you want to do?" There was really only one thing that I had in mind. And it wasn't exactly playing chess.

"You."

Check mate. Game over.

"What...do you want to do to me?"

He pulled me closer to him by placing one of his hands behind my neck, pulling me to him, his voice a hoarse whisper in my ear. "I want to revisit that tight pussy of yours. Possibly, probably, more than once."

Funny how I was now less drunk, yet more horny.

And the current weather advisory of my head might be wind free, but there was an overall flood warning.

His nose was back on my neck, as he was once again breathing me in, and I became acutely aware that I smelled like smoke. Reeked, even. Damn pool hall.

And then his lips returned to mine, kissing me, softly, slowly, deeply.

"Fuck, I can't stop thinking of how amazing it felt to be inside of you."

We kissed again, still slowly, exploringly, his hands running under my skirt and over my ass before I broke away.

"What's wrong?"

"I...smell like smoke."

"Yes, you do."

He looked like nothing would deter him from continuing our current activity, but as he could probably see my uncomfortable concern, he moved me off of him and smiled as he rose, pulling me to my feet, soon walking me backwards towards the other side of the room.

"Let's take a shower."

He undressed me on our way there, urgently, pulling on the non-stretchy material of my stinky clothes, and for a second I thought he might rip the buttons off of my once again neck-gracing blouse, but luckily he didn't, as I needed to wear it again for my too early morning shift.

My skirt landed somewhere along the path, my bra soon unhooked and haphazardly thrown somewhere around the spacious room, and then I was naked in front of him.

I unbuttoned his pants, then rapidly pulling his t-shirt over his head, leaving him in his boxers, soon pulling down the tight material from his muscular legs and the black fabric landed on the floor.

And then he was naked in front of me, and I stalled for a second.

It was fucking ridiculous.

He was fucking ridiculous.

There I was, starch naked with a guy that the men at the local gym could only dream of coming close to resembling.

He looked like a freaking model and I looked like a freaking...frog.

My eyes made their way down his body as other things were clearly up.

His well-defined collarbone was somehow calling my name, I wanted both that bone and his boner in my thirsty mouth,

His arms were bulgy, the veins as well-defined as his abundant muscles, and his stomach was...

Fuck. That pretty much summarized everything.

He was ripped.

I'm pretty sure I could throw something at him (perhaps myself, but wait, I was already doing that) and it would bounce back right at me like a God damn boomerang.

He turned on the shower, pulling me into it as the water was running down his face, and he was clearly an animal lover as he attacked me with his mouth, licking my neck, letting the water stream trickle down my now pulled down hair while small rivers were running down his all but small chest. I instinctively leaned in to lick them off, his muscles contracting underneath my tongue and I wanted to lick him all over.

His body was pressed into mine, his grip on my hip tightening as he leaned down, soon sucking on my nipple while letting his now soap-laden hand run over my back, tracing my spine, leaving tingles along it that spread out through my whole body.

He continued his body excursion, somehow managing to touch me everywhere but there, purposefully ignoring the one place that was undoubtedly dirtier than all other places and by now wetter than the fucking shower itself.

He rinsed off the soap, then letting his tongue take the place of his hand, licking my skin in greedy mouthfuls and I desperately wanted him to take me in the shower, I needed him to take me in the shower, I was counting on it.

Apparently I wasn't as good of a mathematician as I thought, though, as he suddenly turned off the water and reached for the nearby towel.

He wrapped me up in it, then wrapping another one around his fit waist before pushing me backwards out of the bathroom (that was probably bigger than my apartment) and in to the bedroom.

He pushed me down on the bed, roughly yet somehow surprisingly tenderly, unwrapping the towel from around my body as he started to dry me off, letting the luxurious towel run over my body as a blanket of sexual want, and therefore creating the complete opposite effect of its intent as I was currently anything but dry.

The material was soft, and he was still hard, very hard, his whole body on full display where he was standing by the edge of the large bed, just observing me for a minute where I was laying, on my back, his gaze mimicking the now discarded towel as the small light from the living room area was seeping in through the cracked open door.

A few curses left his mouth, before he joined me, covered me, with his own, naked body this time around, first nibbling on my ear, his dick pressing into my thigh while his mouth set out to massage my collarbone. He sloppily outlined it with his saturated tongue, painting it wet before covering it with small bites that would probably leave marks, but it wasn't as if my boring work uniform wouldn't cover it up anyways.

And in an odd way I wanted him to mark me, leave me with something to remember him by in the morning.

He was hovering over me, pressing into me but resting some of his weight on the devine arms that were now bulging on each side of my shoulders.

"Just relax and let me show you what I can really do."

I nodded as I couldn't speak, and he kissed me again before he started off underneath my ear.

At first it was a kiss, then a quick nibble that made my skin both ache and tingle, soon followed by yet another kiss, his mouth moving along my body as if he was completing a dot-to-dot activity, my skin was the paper and the paintbrush was his tongue. He was a bit sloppy, and he perhaps did not completely stay within the lines, as he let his tounge explore my skin, slowly, thoroughly, licking me, everywhere, lapping up the last few water drops that lingered on my skin, creating floods while he was drinking up small rivers, making his way down my damp body in an agonizingly slow yet amazingly tantalizing pace.

He reached my hips, his body now positioned between me legs, leaning down to lick them, and my whole body jerked.

"Lay still." He sounded authoritative. And horny.

I complied and he repeated, and I was pretty sure that I couldn't stay still even if my freaking life depended on it.

"Lay still."

"Why?" My voice was a moan as his tongue was already back on me.

"Because I'm going to lick every inch of your pussy, and I don't want to miss out on a single spot."

And with that, he let his tounge run over me, over my wetness, humming as soon as his lips made contact with my folds, soon running his wet lips all over me, drinking me, massaging my aching pussy with his amazing mouth, thoroughly, alternating between slow and fast strokes, his tongue managing to be both soft and rough against me, and if what was coming out of my mouth was coherent words I couldn't remember them.

He continued, his tongue on me, in me, all around me, teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue, before he added his fingers, pushing into me, pumping me, until he made me cum, all over his face, my body jerking as arrhythmically as my earlier dance moves as I was screaming out my high into the high-ceiling room while tugging on his now definite sex hair in harsh handfuls, my nails digging into his scalp, but he really didn't seem to mind, as he was growling loudly between me legs while still eating me out.

He made sure I was finished, his tongue still on me while the last waves died out and I pushed hi off of me.

"My turn."

He smirked and stood up, and I followed suit, standing next to before pushing him down on the bed and he just nodded, as if saying go for it.

His broad back was resting against the numerous and over-sized pillows, as I lowered my still due-to-orgasm semi-shaking body on top of him, my tongue immediately on him.

I mimicked his script, starting underneath his ear, nibbling, biting, kissing, licking, making my way down to his mouth-watering collarbone. I kissed it, softly, then nibbling on it, and I felt his pulse increase while I straddled his his thick thigh, rubbing myself up against him as my mouth continued to feast on his skin.

It was delicious.

My lips slid down his chest, my tounge soon running through the maze that were his abs, finding its way through it, down to the end destination, the goal, the exit, although I ironically wanted what was located there to enter somewhere.

I slowed down, outlining his body with my fingers, practicing my hand-writing, as the perfectionist I was, focusing on one particular letter, the V, outlining it at minuscule precision as coloring outside of the lines wasn't my thing.

And then I grabbed him, stroking him a few times, and I could feel him instantly grow even harder in my hand.

I moved further down, positing myself between his legs, then just breathing on his dick for a second as he was visibly squirming in front of me.

"Ally, I want...fuck...I need..."

I fulfilled his unspoken wish by letting my tongue run over the head of his dick, swirling it around it as the taste of his precum immediately filled my mouth, a string of male, loud noises that could probably be heard down in the freaking lobby filling the room, and all I could think of was him filling me.

His hands were intertwined in my still damp hair, not pulling on it but simply holding me in place, as I allowed him to slowly slide into my mouth, all the way, until his cock made contact with the back of my throat, then sliding him out and back in, over and over, repeatedly,increasing my speed as I felt his whole body respond from my treatment and, if possible, I was getting even wetter.

He pulled me off of him right when I thought he was about to cum in my mouth, his cock twitching as he pulled me off of him.

"Fuck, I need to be in you."

I climbed on top of him, determinedly, as if I was rock climbing, and fittingly so as he was undoubtedly rock hard, his personal Everest soon located between my legs and I was planning on climbing high, alright.

I lowered myself on top of him, letting one glorious inch at a time slide into me, until he was fully sheeted inside of me and I stalled for a second, relishing in the feeling of having him underneath me, panting, making me feel as if I was in control or at least somewhat so.

His large hands were covering almost all of my hips, holding my tightly in place as I started to move on top of him, each movement creating moans and groans that quickly filled the room, noises that were increasing in volume in pace with my fucking-rhythm, one of my hands holding onto the bed rail while I was scratching his half-sweaty chest with the other, gradually speeding up until I was riding him fast and hard, his amazing dick plunging into me, and he was undoubtedly a talented diver, as I could feel myself tightening around him almost immediately.

He pulled me down on top of him, my hard nipples moving over his hard chest as his hands moved from my hips to my ass, his arms soon setting the rhythm of our glorious fucking as he was bouncing me up and down on his dick,McMaster and faster, until I came, biting his collarbone, his hands holding my body in place on top of him while my pussy squeezed him tight in drenched embraces.

He moved me off of him, pulling out and I immediately felt incomplete as he grabbed me, flipping me around, on my side, him behind me and soon licking my shoulder blades, my spine, slowly, lovingly, almost romantically, making his way down to my lower back and almost making me beg for his dick before he stood up and pulled me by the legs towards the edge of the bed in one rough pull, the sheet sliding along my body.

My legs were soon hanging off of the bed, my ass up in the air, him standing on the floor between my spread wide knees, his muscular thighs rubbing up against the inside of mine and he didn't say anything before he pushed himself back in, my wetness making a sloppy sound around him, and he pulled out, in, out, in, hitting me deeper than before and so fucking hard, so amazingly, his hand once again in my hair, tugging harshly this time around, his dick working hard on massaging my insides, expertingly so, his growls loud and interspersed with curses and the occasional chanting of my name, his hard, long dick hitting me deep and spot on and I kind of wanted the night to never end.

As my third orgasm hit me, like a fucking earth quake, my body shaking and trembling, he turned into a volcano, erupting, thoroughly filling my insides with his hot seed while his loud growl was almost equally ear deafening.

He pulled out and laid down next to me, still breathing hard, and we laid there for a minute, on our backs.

And then he kissed me again.

"I'm pretty sure I want to fuck you, over and over, until my balls are completely empty."

I responded with an approving noise and he kick-started round two, soon once again fucking me hard into the morning.

I really didn't mind.

Sleep was overrated and he was clearly not.

...

I woke up in the morning, with a bad headache and a feeling of loneliness as the comfortable bed was empty next to me.

He was gone.

Not that I had expected anything else.

But I instantly missed his body heat that I was pretty sure had been engulfing me for the few hours that we had actually slept.

I sighed.

I don't know why I was disappointed. I had known all along what this was, but I couldn't help but feel like a goodbye would have been nice.

I was sober.

Hang-over.

And surprisingly regret free.

I sat up, glancing over at the nearby alarm clock. What time was it?

Shit.

Too early yet too late.

I needed to get going.

I had agreed to cover the early shift at the hotel as I hadn't expected a date with Dallas to last very long.

I got up, walking towards my clothes that were folded neatly on the nearby chair when I heard something from the bathroom.

I almost literally jumped as the door flew open, and God entered with a towel nonchalantly wrapped around his waist, a smirk on his face as his eyes landed on my naked body.

"Good morning. I had them washed for you." He nodded towards the clothes.

I nodded. Clearly, I was still in speechless mode.

A minute passed, as I was searching for words.

"I've...got to go. I have to work." I started to get dressed, quickly, him observing me from a few feet away before he started to get dressed as well.

I finished in less than a minute, then turning towards him.

"Well...bye." I didn't know what else to say.

It was awkward, to say the least.

He didn't answer and I turned to walk towards the door, rapidly exiting the penthouse and pressing the button for the elevator, the silver doors shooting open almost immediately, and I entered before a strong arm prevented the doors from slamming shut.

He entered, as well, pushing me into the wall as the doors closed behind him.

"What are you doing?"

"Giving you a proper good bye."

I didn't really get the chance to react before he had turned me around, lifted up my skirt, and pushed his long finger into me, soon massaging, pumping, as I was biting my lip to keep from screaming.

Good thing I knew for a fact that no one ever checked the security cameras.

"There's not enough time for this." I sounded as if I had sprinted up the 30+ floors to the penthouse.

He just laughed while pulling down his pants, positioning himself behind me and pushing his hard dick back inside in one quick shove, then immediately pulling out and slamming back in. Again. Again. Again.

I could see him behind me in the mirror reflection, his face serious and lost in pleasure, his eyes half-way closed but his mouth open, his breath coming out in small puffs and accompanied with small groans of pleasure as he was moving into me, his pace increasing ever so slightly with each repetition.

"I have to go." I was already late.

He smirked as he reached for and pressed the button for the bottom floor, the cart starting to move, fast, the same way as he was moving inside of me, soon fucking me hard in the moving elevator, the beeping sound of the passing floors a constant reminder that the door could shoot open at any second.

His hand soon came around my body, rubbing my in rhythm to his fucking, my breath leaving small clouds on the impeccably clean mirror as he continued to pound me from behind.

"We're almost there." I was talking about our arrival at the lobby, although the same could be said for me as well.

And then he made me cum, maybe twenty seconds before the doors were about to shut open on the bottom floor, and he joined me, screaming out his own orgasm into my ear while filling me, roughly, thoroughly, a few hard thrusts as his hands were digging into my hips, holding me in place while he painted my insides with his cum.

He pulled out, pulling up his pants as I was pulling down my skirt, my cheeks a bit flushed as my body was still trembling, but my hair thankfully still in presentable condition.

We arrived at the lobby, mere seconds later, and I walked out of the elevator without turning around, almost making it all the way to my desk before I realized that he wasn't behind me.

He had gone back up to his room.

Emily was still there.

"Found what you were looking for last night?" I knew she was going to bug me. Relentlessly. Whatever.

I nodded, slightly absent-mindingly, as I had probably found more than I had been looking for.

If she only knew.

A few minutes passed, and I had almost fallen asleep on top of the counter when Emily elbowed my rib.

"That's him, that's him, the celebrity I was talking about, Austin Moon. Isn't he dreamy?"

More like a dream cum true.

He was walking towards us, smile on his face and his bag slung over his shoulder, with Vince and the other guy close behind him.

"Checking out?" Emily sounded flirtatious.

He ignored her, with a polite smile, looking straight at me.

"So...I'll be traveling through here again in a month or so."

I could hear Emily's jaw drop open.

I nodded. "I'll be here." It no longer sounded as sad as it could have.

He surprised me and leaned in over the desk, letting his nose run against my neck, up to my ear, his hot breath tickling me as he handed me a small note, leaving a small kiss on my cheek before he turned around and started walking towards the exit.

I was too dumbfounded and turned on to move. Or think.

He stopped halfway through the lobby, turning around with a movie star smile on his face.

"Bye, Ally." And with that, he turned around and exited through the sliding doors.

It took a minute before I moved, Emily still a frozen statue by my side, and I looked at the small piece of paper that I was holding in my slightly shaking hand.

There was a date written on it. The date he would travel through. The date he would return.

There was a small arrow at the bottom of the page, and I flipped the note around.

"Next time, I'm going to fuck you on the lobby counter."

And I smiled as I tucked the note into my bra.

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