Sage

I lay in my hotel suite; the plush pillow beneath my head did little to cushion the weight of my emotions pressing down. The ceiling was a canvas for my racing thoughts, each light fixture a twinkling star in a sea of regret. Why had I gone to that damn Fashion Fux event? It wasn't like I had any interest in the latest designer crap. But no, my fucking pride had to get the better of me.

My hand started to inch down my abs, the soft fabric of my shirt the only barrier between my fingertips and the warm, firm muscles beneath. I couldn't get the image of Winter out of my head. The way she had looked at me with those seductive brown eyes. "You know I can help with that," a small voice said from the bathroom doorway. Breaking my thoughts of Winter, she walked over and dropped her robe. 'A fan' I allowed to accompany me back to my room last night. She's gorgeous; her features scream girl next door, but her eyes have a fire. "Good morning, Ebony," I said with a small smile. "Good morning, Sage." She removed the sheet from my lower half and crawled in between my legs. "You fell asleep on me last night." She said with pouty lips, "I know, I'm sorry. I had a bit too much to drink." I replied, trying to ignore the guilt creeping in.

Ebony, the gorgeous model from last night's party, straddled me, her legs on either side of my waist. She leaned in, her perky breasts brushing against my chest as she whispered, "I've got an idea for how you can make it up to me." Her smile was mischievous, and I couldn't help but be drawn in. She slipped my t-shirt off and kissed my lips in one swift motion. She began to kiss down my chest, her tongue tracing the line of my abs. "What did you have in mind?" I asked, my voice thick with lust.

Her hand wrapped around my dick, stroking it gently. "How about you give me what I didn't get last night?" She purred, her teeth grazing my nipples. "And what's that?" I asked, my hips bucking upward slightly.

"You," she murmured, taking the tip of my dick into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it, teasing me, making me groan. She looked up at me with those sultry eyes, and I knew I was lost. She was a welcome distraction from the emotions I had been drowning in. I gripped her head. My eyes squeezed shut as she took me deeper, her hand pumping in rhythm with her mouth. She was skilled, and I forgot about everything for a moment.

When she climbed off the bed, I thought she was going to leave me hanging, but instead, she grabbed a condom from the dresser and sheathed my erection with ease. She turned around, her ass glowing in the soft light. "You like?" she asked, her voice sultry. "Yeah," I managed to croak out, my throat dry with desire. She climbed onto the bed, straddling me in reverse cowgirl, her wet pussy hovering over my dick. I gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them. "Beautiful," I said softly.

She stretched that tight little pussy down on me, and I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my lips. She whimpered as her pussy adjusted to my size. I could feel her legs trembling. I grinned; I wish I could see her face right now. She began to ride me, her movements slow and deliberate, each bounce sending waves of pleasure through my body. "Fuck, you're tight," I murmured, my hands reaching up to grab her hips.

Her laugh was light and airy. "You like it?" she asked, her accent thick. "Yeah," I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. "I like it."

Her hips rolled in a way that had me gritting my teeth, trying not to come too soon. "You from the south?" I panted, trying to keep my mind on anything other than the pleasure she was giving me. She nodded, her curly hair bobbing up and down with her movements. "Mmhmm," she murmured; her moans were soft and delicious to my ears. "Makes sense," I grunted, "you're very gentle." "I'm not," she moaned.

Her smile grew wider, and she picked up the pace, bouncing on me. Shit ..her pussy tightening around me. "You're trying to make me cum?" I asked, my voice strained. "That's the idea," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She leaned back, her breasts bouncing as she took me even deeper, her walls clenching around me. "Fuck," I cursed, feeling my orgasm build.

I eased her off my throbbing dick. "Come suck me, baby, let me paint that pretty face." She offered me a wicked grin before eagerly getting on her knees. I brushed her hair from her face and pulled the condom off. "you're very pretty, Ebony." I said, biting my lip, her eyes fluttering shut as she took me into her mouth again. "look at me," I whispered; her eyes snapped open, hooded and shining with desire. The tension in my body is reaching a crescendo.

My dick started expanding; I could feel the waves of pleasure traveling up my spine, and my balls tightened. She released me from her mouth with a pop and stroked me quickly. "Open your mouth, baby," I said, straining. With a final thrust, my dick slipped through her fingers; I came, my seed spurting onto her face and in her mouth. She swallowed greedily, a droplet escaping the corner of her mouth and sliding down her chin. I grabbed the back of her head. Holding her in place. "There you go, baby, take it all." I groaned. I felt her gag a little. I hissed. "Yess"

Her eyes watered, but she didn't stop, her throat moving as she swallowed everything I had to give. I let go of her head, and she sat back, licking her lips. "shit," I murmured.

The shrill ring of a phone shattered the moment. Ebony's eyes widened, and she bolted upright. "Shit," she whispered, scrambling to grab her discarded clothes. The phone continued to ring, the sound piercing the suite's quiet.

"I've got to take this," she said, rushing to the bathroom. "It's my agent."

I lay there, my chest heaving, the reality of the situation setting in. What the fuck was I doing? I had just gotten out of a mess with one woman, and here I was, creating another.

Ebony emerged from the bathroom, her face flushed and hair tied neatly in a ponytail. "Sorry about that," she said, her voice still thick with desire. "I have to go to a casting call."

"It's fine," I said, waving her off. "But listen, I've got to get back to Chicago today." The words felt like a weight lifted off my chest.

Her expression fell slightly, but she nodded. "Okay," she said, "I understand." She leaned in and kissed me softly, her lips lingering on mine for a moment too long. "Call me when you're back in town?"

I nodded, though I knew it was a lie. "Sure," I murmured, my voice lacking conviction.

After she left, I couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and sadness. Relief that I wouldn't have to deal with the complications of a new relationship and sadness that I couldn't give her what she deserved. I took a deep breath, the scent of her lingering in the room. I needed to get my shit together.

I hopped out of bed and into the shower, the hot water washing away the sweat and guilt. As the water cascaded down my body, I couldn't help but think of Winter because she's permanently taken up residence in my mind.

After my shower, I quickly dressed in my favorite pair of worn-in jeans and a simple black button-down. I couldn't stand the thought of staying in the hotel room any longer. It was suffocating me with memories of what could have been. I stuffed my clothes into my bag and paused to strip the bed. The scent of sex lingered in the sheets, a bittersweet reminder of the woman who had just left.

Grabbing my bag, I slung it over my shoulder and went to the door. I looked around the room, the messy bed, a silent witness to this morning's events. I left a hefty tip on the dresser, hoping it would make up for the mess I had made of everything. It was the least I could do for the hotel staff, who had to deal with the aftermath of my messy love life.

The cool air of the hotel hallway hit me as I stepped out. It was time to get out of New York and back to Chicago. I needed space and time to think. This trip was bullshit; I should have kept my ass at home.