Only One Bed

Jodie and Lola finally drag themselves into the hotel room after hours on the road. They freeze in the doorway. One bed. Lola’s already muttering curses under her breath, kicking off her heels, wincing like the carpet personally insulted her arches. “One bed? Fucking perfect.” Jodie just wants his head on a pillow. Lola phones the front desk, gets nowhere, then says screw it. Bra and panties stay on, everything else hits the floor. Jodie sneaks a glance, twice, then looks away fast when she catches him. His face goes red. Hers almost cracks a grin. He offers to rub her feet because the woman sounds two seconds from rioting. She drops them in his lap without argument. Jodie’s thumbs dig in. She sighs like someone unplugged the tension. When she asks about trading favors, Jodie shrugs, rolls onto his stomach. Big mistake. Her palms slide over his shoulders and she notices. Muscle, warm skin, that faint give. Heat kicks up in her belly. Her hands wander lower, hook the waistband of his pajama pants, tug him free. His cock springs up and she actually laughs—quiet, impressed. Both hands wrap around it; there’s still room. She gives him a couple slow strokes, then swings her legs up, presses those freshly rubbed soles together around the shaft and starts sliding. Slick skin on skin. Her toes curl over the head with each pass. Jodie’s breath goes ragged. Lola can’t wait anymore. She ducks down, takes him into her mouth, tongue swirling, one palm still working the base. Then she climbs aboard, peels her panties aside, sinks down until he’s buried to the hilt. The first bounce knocks a moan out of both of them. Jodie grips her hips, flips her onto all fours, drives in deep. Her ass ripples each time he slams home. She bites the pillow, rides the second orgasm like a prize. A third sneaks up quick when his thumb circles her clit. When his rhythm stutters she pulls off, drops to her knees at the edge of the bed. Opens wide, jerks him fast. Hot ropes stripe her cheek, her tongue, drip down her chin. She swipes one with her finger, sucks it clean, then flops backward, boneless and grinning. Lights out. Problem solved. One bed worked out just fine.