**Room Service**

The moment the hotel door clicked shut behind us, I knew where this was going. Nutty turned to me with that wicked grin of hers, the one that always sent a shiver down my spine, and tossed her purse onto the bed.

“You ready for me, Dave?” she murmured, stepping closer.

I swallowed hard, already half-hard in my jeans. “Fuck yes.”

She reached out and ran a finger down my chest, tracing the outline of my pecs through my t-shirt. “Good. Because tonight, I’m in charge.”

With that, she pushed me back onto the bed, straddling me before I could even catch my breath. Her hips rocked against mine, her pussy already wet enough I could feel the heat through my jeans. She leaned down, biting my earlobe. “Take these off,” she growled, tugging at my belt.

I didn’t need telling twice. I wriggled out of my jeans and boxers, my cock springing free, already thick and leaking. Nutty licked her lips as she admired me, then slid off the bed just long enough to strip out of her dress, leaving her in nothing but a black lace thong.

“Turn over,” she ordered.

My heart pounded as I obeyed, rolling onto my stomach. I felt the bed dip behind me, then Nutty’s fingers tracing the curve of my ass. “God, you’ve got such a perfect ass, baby,” she purred. Then, before I could react, her tongue was on me—hot and wet, dragging up the seam of my cheeks before zeroing in on my hole.

I groaned into the mattress as she rimmed me, her tongue flicking and probing, making my cock twitch against the sheets. “Fuck, Nutty—”

“You like that?” she teased, her breath hot against my skin. She swirled her tongue around my tight ring before pushing inside, just enough to make me shudder. I was panting now, gripping the sheets as she worked me open with her mouth, her fingers digging into my hips to keep me still.

When she finally pulled away, I was aching. I heard the sound of her opening the nightstand drawer—the harness and strap-on we’d packed were already waiting.

“Watch,” she ordered, and I twisted just enough to see her step into the harness, adjusting the thick, silicone cock until it jutted proudly between her thighs. My mouth went dry. She slicked it up with lube, stroking it slowly, her eyes locked on mine.

“Now, where were we?” she smirked, climbing back onto the bed.

She guided me onto my hands and knees, her fingers massaging my ass before pressing the tip of the toy against me. “Breathe, baby,” she whispered, and then she was pushing in—slow, relentless, stretching me wide.

I groaned as she filled me, my cock dripping pre-cum onto the sheets below. Once she was fully seated, she paused, letting me adjust. “Fuck, you feel good,” she breathed, her fingers digging into my hips.

Then she started moving.

Each thrust sent sparks up my spine, the toy rubbing against my prostate with every deep stroke. “Oh fuck—Nutty—right there—” I babbled, my voice breaking.

“You love taking my cock, don’t you?” she taunted, slamming into me harder. “Bet you never thought you’d beg for it like this.”

I was beyond words now, just moans and gasps as she fucked me relentlessly. The sound of the harness slapping against my ass filled the room, mixed with our ragged breathing.

Then she reached around and wrapped her fingers around my cock, jerking me in time with her thrusts. “Cum for me, Dave,” she demanded, her voice rough.

That was all it took. My whole body tensed as I came hard, shooting streaks of cum onto the sheets below. Nutty kept fucking me through it, her own moans growing louder until she was shuddering against me, her thighs trembling as she rode out her own climax.

When she finally pulled out, we collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and breathless. She curled against me, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“Room service?” she teased.

I laughed weakly. “Give me five minutes.”

She smirked. “Better make it ten.”