He doesn’t have long. He never has long. 8 minutes. Sometimes sex just has to be quick. And dirty. 

“I’m so sorry babe.” Kai shouts over to me. He’s in the en-suit bathroom trying to fix his hair. It’s been 2 weeks since we last had a date night and once again I’m being cut short for his wife. The company. “Our American clients, just, it’s blown up. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” Less that twenty minutes ago we were eating burgers at our local gastro pub and I was telling him I wasn’t wearing panties. One phone call and he’s booked on the 11pm flight out to Boston. This is the problem with dating a character of Suits.

I’m lying back on the big double bed. Crisp, white sheets. Why do men always like white sheets? Is it manly to be minimalistic? I’m wearing a short skirt and opaque shirt. My black stockings contrast nicely. He comes over to give me a goodbye kiss.

I kiss him back. Hard. I’m so angry. He always does this. Every. Single. Time.

“Babe, I can’t.” He says trying to pull away, but I bite at his lower lip and kiss him harder. He opens his mouth to give another protest and I use the opportunity to slip my tongue in. He lets me.

“Mmm, babe, I really, mm, can’t. I’ve got to get to the airport.” But he’s unbuttoning my shirt anyway. My hands are in his hair, massaging his neck, grabbing his collar and pulling him towards me.

“Taxi’s not going to get here for another 10 minutes. At least.” I tell him, and since he’s close enough now I wrap my legs around his waist, effectively pulling him onto the bed. But I don’t want to be on the bottom, so I push him off before straddling him.

“My clothes are going to get creased” He complains but unclips my bra anyway. My breasts are freed and spill forward, his eager mouth encloses over one taunt nipple and I gasp in delight. He helps me unfasten his belt. I pull his trousers down a little and his cock practically jumps out at me. I start to stroke it, very gently and lightly. He’s groaning in appreciation and this is the moment I’ve been waiting for.

“Darling, you’re going to be late” I whisper and my hand swiftly caresses him. He doesn’t reply but his breathing is getting very heavy. “We don’t have time for this, the taxi will be waiting.” I tease as I position myself over the head. As I slowly ease myself onto him, enjoy the feeling of him filling me. I rock back once, twice. I want him to see our bodies joining and lift up my skirt which I’m still wearing. “Do you want me to stop?” I ask and then give a quick thrust.

“Oh God no.” He manages to pant, and so I start riding him in earnest. It feels so good. I forget why I’m meant to be angry at him. I just want to cum. I bounce faster, grind harder and before I know it my body is rocking him in a shattering climax. “Shit, Fuck. I can’t hold on” I hear him say.

I get off him, slide down and taste myself on his cock. I love how it tastes when our juices are mixed together. I position myself so that I’m able to massage his member with my breasts, my mouth sucking lightly on the tip. I feel him tense and sit back slightly, he loves it when his jizz squirts onto my face and tits.

Then I quickly get up and go the bathroom. I get him a wet hand towel to clean himself up with. He doesn’t register what’s happening for a moment so I tell him “It’s been 10 minutes. Taxi’s been calling you for the past 2.” He quickly cleans and zips himself back up. I give him a quick kiss goodbye and get ready for round two – bonus solo level.