Content Warning: Explicit NSFW

"Hi, can we book a room for the night?" We were standing in the lobby of a nice hotel, probably a beach resort based on how close to the water it was. It was huge, several stories high. The lobby was beautiful. It had a bright glass chandelier in the center, slot machines lining one of the walls, and a gorgeous waiting area. The seats actually looked comfy. To the right of the massive front desk were the doors to a restaurant and dining hall. I felt bad when coming in and leaving a mess, Clay and I were still dripping wet from the downpour. We decided to stay the night in Miami instead of taking the long drive since the rain was still off and on.

The front desk worker was typing away on her computer. "We are mostly booked right now because of early spring but we do have 4 rooms open. Three are double twins and the last unfortunately is in the mini penthouse suite."

"We'll take the penthouse for the night." Clay put down his card and turned to me, giving a thumbs up.

"What?" I mouthed to him.

"It's fine." He whispered.

The employee looked him up and down. "Sir, are you sure? It's 15,000 a night."

His eyes shot open and he slammed his hand on the desk. "Fifteen grand? For one night?" She shook her head and slid the card back. He turned to me and pointed his finger. "You're helping me write my next song, ok?"

"Of course." I chuckled.

"We'll take it. And, do you do dry cleaning services?"

"Yes sir, just call the front desk and we can send someone up." She swiped the card and grabbed the room key. "For your information, the penthouse suites have room service and dining available twenty-four hours a day. The walls are completely soundproof for your pleasure." She winked at me. "Have a nice night."

Clay immediately got flustered. "Oh no it's not, we won't. That's no." He was stumbling over his words. All I could do is laugh with the desk lady.

"Let's go." I grabbed him and pulled him to the elevator. We got up to our floor and were met with only 5 doors. "What do you think mini penthouse means?"

"No clue." He opened the door and I was immediately amazed. Fifteen thousand looked cheap for the place. To the right of the door was a seating area. A nice leather couch and a swing chair attached to the ceiling set in front of a massive television placed above a fireplace. Why would you need fireplaces in Florida? I front of us was a double king bed with nice baize satin sheets and comforter. The foot of the bed had another tv that was retractable into the fake dresser. The floor was a soft brown carpet that oddly matched the deep red walls. I had never been in a place that nice.

I kicked off my shoes at the door and pulled off my nasty wet socks. I ran to investigate the bathroom. It had a double vanity with a huge light-up mirror. There was a tub tucked in the corner, it was basically a hot tub. Filled with jets and led lights. The shower was in the other corner with glass sliding doors and double heads. "The shower is massive," I yelled out the door. I walked back out to the main room. Clay was sitting on the couch on his phone. "What are you doing?"

"I haven't checked twitter all day."

"Anything happen?"

"No, just making some tweets and joking around with the boys."

"Well, I'm cold." I whined. I hugged my arms to rub them.

"What am I supposed to do?" He teased, not looking up from his phone.

"Let's go shower." I pointed my thumb over my shoulder to the bathroom.

"Ok." Then he took a double-take at me. "Let's? As in let us?" I nodded. "Fuck yes." He peeled off his shirt so fast and threw it at the door. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

"What are you doing!" I laughed, smacking his back.

"Calm down princess." He sat me down on the counter. "Let me turn it on. Don't move." He ran over to the faucet and turn on both heads, I could immediately see the steam coming from it. He pulled out two towels from the cabinet and tossed them on the sink next to me. "Ok. I'm ready." I went to slide off the counter when he grabbed my thighs and pushed me back. I looked up at him confused. "I'm ready to see you take it off." He softly dragged his fingers up and down my thighs.

"You first." I teased, biting my lip at him. He rolled his eyes, then brought them back to me. Somehow they turned dark. Slowly he untied his sweatpants, letting them fall to his ankles. He was clearly hard for me already. I looked him up and down, he started to develop abs from how much he was working out. I liked it.

He placed his hands on his hips and cocked his hip out. His hands. I loved his hands. They were big, and extra veiny at moments like this. "Like what you see?" I nodded. "Your turn." I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it at him, he caught it and tossed it out the door. "Shirt doesn't count. Mine was already off." I unclipped my bra and let it fall to the ground next to me. The cold air of the room hit my chest and made me shiver. Somehow the shower hadn't let out its steam yet.

"Happy?"

"Very." He pulled down his boxers, letting his dick pop out. It looked bigger than last time, intimidating even. I hopped off the counter and pulled down my pants. "A thong?" He smirked at me.

I crossed my arms, pushing up my tits in the process. "I wanted to try something new."

"I like it. Let me." He dropped to his knees in front of me, placing soft kisses on my stomach as he slipped my underwear off. He made sure to graze his nails on the way down. He gripped the back of my thighs and pulled me against his chest, now kissing right above my clit.

I grabbed his hair and pulled his head straight up at me, letting his chin rest on my navel. "Shower Clay." I smiled. His hands fell off me as he groaned. I slid the glass door open, letting the steam smack my face. The water hit my head, warming of the cold, damp hair that was there. One of his hands wrapped around my chest, groping my boob. He played with my nipples as he poured shampoo on my head. "I can do it." I reminded him.

"But I want to." He scrapped my scalp for a bit as I let the water hit my front. I grabbed the shampoo off the shelf and squirted some into my hand to wash his head. I reached up to clean his hair and he kept kissing my wrists. It was cute seeing his face twist when he tasted the soap. I liked him playing with the hair rinsing on my back. Twiddling it around his finger and giving it little tugs.

We calmed down a bit. I conditioned my hair as he rinsed his, then he did the same. I went to pick up the body wash when he snatched it from me. "Rude." I joked. He pulled me to him by my waist, opened the bottle, and poured the soap on my chest.

"Is this rude?" He turned me around and rubbed his hands across my chest to make suds. He squeezed my tits to the point it was almost painful, pinching the nipples every so often. "You like this?" He whispered against my ear.

"Yes." I whimpered. He bit down on the back of my shoulder, sucking to bruise. It felt good but I wanted to reciprocate. I reached behind to touch his hard-on rubbing against my back. One of his hands shot down to grip my wrist and pull it tight.

"Don't touch me like that." His voice was deep and humming in my ear. "The next time I cum, it will be inside you." I accidentally let out a soft moan just from his talking. God, I want him to rail me. I ripped out of his grip and quickly cleaned off the soap from me. "Wait." I turned off the faucets. "Did I do something wrong?" I took his hand and led him out of the shower, grabbing a towel and throwing it over his head.

"Shut up and dry off." I rubbed my hair then patted down my body while Clay slowly dried himself. I grabbed the towel from him and wrapped it around his head, rubbing it to dry for him. I dropped the towel around his neck and pulled myself up to kiss him. He stuck his tongue in my mouth and playing with me a bit. My left hand rubbed his chest, making him tense under my touch. My other dropped to jerk him off.

He snatched my hand away. "I told you, only if I can cum inside you." My legs nearly gave out to his voice.

"Then you better take me to the bed." His smirk grew on his face. His hand let go of mine and gripped my waist, his other slipped under my legs and he scooped me up bridal style. He walked back to the main room and to the bed, laying me on the edge. He pushed one knee against my crotch and hovered over me. His left hand sat next to my face while the other gripped my jaw.

"You've been bratty tonight." I nodded. "Now you're quiet?" I nodded again. "That won't work. You better be loud for me." I nodded. He gripped my jaw harder. "Words baby."

"Yes sir." He hummed and let go of my face, letting his finger traced my jaw and neck. I moaned as he took his finger over my nipple and down my stomach.

"Say it again."

"Yes sir." I whimpered. His fingers pressed against my clit and started rubbing. My stomach twitched and hips rolled into his fingers. His lips connected with my neck, leaving marks whenever he came off me. Quickly I felt the ball grow in my stomach. "Clay, I-"

"Ready to cum for me, and my fingers aren't even in you yet?" He chuckled.

"Clay." I moaned softly, then his fingers pulled away. "No." I whined as my hips tried to follow his disappeared touch.

"You're not allowed to cum yet." He slammed himself against my lips, letting me chew on his bottom lip. Him and that tongue. He slid his finger up and down my folds, then found his way back on my clit. This time he was faster, painfully faster. I moaned louder this time, covering my mouth with a hand. His hand pulled off me and took my hand from my mouth, slamming it into the bed above my head. "Let me hear you." He scolded.

My breath hitched. "Yes sir." His hand came back down to my legs, this time he shoved his fingers inside me making me moan at the stretch. He dug in and out of me, curling to hit the right spot. My thighs tensed around his arm as the ball grew in my stomach again. "Clay." I whimpered. That was a mistake. He dead stopped inside me. "No." I groaned.

"Beg." I could see him smirking through my eyelashes. I hadn't met this side of him before. It scared me but I loved it.

"Please." I whined. "Please."

"Please what?" He thrusted once making me wince.

"Please let me cum."

"Good girl." He picked up his pace again, I was amazed by his hand stamina. I balled the sheets into my hand and could feel myself clench around him. He curled one last time and I hit my climax. My hips buckled under him and his fingers pulled out. He kissed my shoulder. "Was that too much?" I shook my head. I probably looked like a mess, I was sweating and could feel the tears racing down my cheeks. I was making horrifying sounds that he somehow loved. He made me slide back on the bed and dragged my legs over his hips so he could kneel between me. I realized he was also a mess, a beautiful mess. Sweating caused him to glisten from the dim light of the sun setting outside the window. His freckles were bright at the moment, a nice brown on his pale skin. "Are you ok to continue?" Always so sweet. I reached down to grab him and slid his tip against me.

"Just do it." I responded with an attitude. He gripped my hips and thrusted in. I moaned aloud.

"Was that too much?"

I loved him being considerate but I was getting tired of him asking. "You don't have to ask permission. You can do whatever you want to me. Now move." I bit out.

I saw him clench his teeth and try to hide his smirk. "That's a dangerous thing to say."

He pulled out slightly. "I know what I'm sa-" He thrusted again. I moaned again, this time grabbing his shoulders in response.

"Use your nails." He started a consistent pace and I listened, digging my nails into his back. My eyes fluttered close at the pleasure. I felt one of his hands leave my hip and grabbed my neck, turning my face to him. "Open your eyes and look at me." He ordered. I managed to open them back up and he made me keep eye contact. I'm sure I made the most horrifying faces but I didn't care, it felt good. Every few thrusts he put pound a harder one that made me squeak. "I can't believe I'm the first guy lucky enough to fuck you." He breathed into my ear.

"I only want you." His pattern started to get sloppy after I said that, I knew he was close. His hand came off my neck and down to my clit, rubbing circles for extra stimulation. I wanted to cum with him but I couldn't hold on. I clenched around him and felt my body go limp. He grabbed my hips.

"Just hold on for me."

"Ok." He gave six more hard thrusts and came. I could feel it ooze in me, I liked it. He collapsed on top of me, still inside, and kissed my forehead. We breathed onto each other for a moment, then he ruined it by talking.

"You're on birth control right?"

"No."

"What?" He peeled off me and pulled out. I bit my lip to hide the laugh but I couldn't. I starting laughing so hard I could feel more tears form in my eye. "Don't joke like that!"

"I'm sorry." I finally calmed down. I could feel his cum start to slip out of me. He looked down at it.

"I wish I could take a picture." He joked.

"Ok." I was so tired I wasn't thinking straight, but I meant it.

"Really?" I nodded. He practically ran over to the couch to grab his phone. When he got back, he got between my legs again. His hand wrapped around my throat as he took pictures of my fully exposed body. "Fuck you're so hot." I watched him drop to his knees by the bed and open my lips with his fingers, allowing him to take close-up photos.

"You love your work, huh?"

"Yeah." He shoved a finger in, curling to pull more of his cum out. It made me moan.

He kissed my thigh. "Next time we should record it." I playfully kicked his shoulder. "Let me get you a towel." He giggled. "Sit still."

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"You've seriously never seen Endgame?" I choked on my burrito from the shock. We were sitting on the couch watching Thor on live TV while we ate the dinner he ordered. The hotel really did do twenty-four-hour dining services, it was at least 1 am. We were lounging in the complimentary robes while the hotel did our laundry.

"Nope. I was never interested." He scooped some rice out of his bowl and took a bite while I glared at him.

"We're changing that when we get home." Home. Nick. Adam. Nick is meeting Adam tomorrow.