In this week's snippet from my WIP “Mountains and Skyscrapers”, businessman Michael grasps the situation in his own way. Enjoy!
Michael was making love to Elle. No, scratch that, he was fucking her. Her warm bare skin smelled of cinnamon and pine and her breath came in raspy gasps near his ear. They turned over, and she sat up, straddling him as she grinded her hips roughly against him. Her hair was wild in the glow of the light shining through the slit in the motel room’s curtains, and he cupped her bare breasts in his palms. This was raw, pure sex.
“Holy hell, baby!” He growled, suddenly pulling her down forcefully to kiss her.
Her hand accidently hit the clock radio on the hotel nightstand, turning it on. He groped in the darkness to turn it off but hit the light switch instead.
The bed was empty, it had been a dream! The hotel phone was ringing. He shook his head and reached for it.
“Hello?” He questioned raspily
“Good morning, this is your 6am wake up call,” a male voice said cheerfully on the other end of the line before it went dead.
“Thanks,” he grumbled, then hung up the phone and lay back straight on the bed, his erection throbbing tightly against the sheet. Randall was going to be picking him up in a half hour so they could meet the rest of the guys for breakfast before the hike. He rubbed his hands through his hair and over his face then glanced at the clock. He wished he had time to go back to sleep and finish his dream, but settled for a quick self-pleasuring session instead, something he hadn’t felt like doing in a very long time.
