Tinder Hookup in a hotel

The Setting: A dimly lit hotel room, the scent of sex and alcohol wafting through the air. The walls are adorned with generic landscape prints, the bedders were unkempt. In the center of it all, a man lays on the bed, his shirt unbuttoned revealing a chiseled physique. A woman enters the room, her curvaceous figure draped in a tight-fitting red dress that hugs her every curve. Her hair is a tousled blonde mane, her eyes a smoky grey. She’s the man’s ex-girlfriend, a forbidden fruit he couldn’t resist.

The man, let’s call him Mike, sat up in bed as the woman, Valerie, sauntered over with a mischievous glint in her eye. “What are you doing here, Val?” Mike asked, his voice a mix of surprise and desire.

Valerie smirked, her ruby red lips curling into a seductive smile as she slowly walked toward the bed. “Did you miss me, Mike?” she purred, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor echoing through the room.

Mike’s eyes trailed down her body, noticing how the tight fabric of her dress hugged her ample bosom and accentuated her perky rear. “Of course I did,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But we agreed it was over. You found someone else, remember?”

Valerie discarded her jacket, revealing the smooth, tanned skin of her shoulders. She rolled her hips suggestively as she climbed onto the bed, straddling Mike’s lap. “And you didn’t? I find that hard to believe,” she replied, her fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt.

Mike couldn’t help but groan as he felt her warmth against him. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Val,” he warned, his hands gripping her hips.

Valerie’s lips curled into a devilish grin. “Aren’t games more fun when they’re a bit dangerous?”

She leaned in close, her breath hot against Mike’s ear. “Besides, I missed you. Missed this,” she whispered, grinding her hips against his growing arousal.

Mike’s mind raced with conflicting thoughts. His rational side screamed at him to push her away, but his body craved her touch. Valerie’s fingertips traced circles on his chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Val…” he groaned, his resolve weakening by the second.

Valerie silenced him with a kiss, her tongue plunging into his mouth with a fervor he’d nearly forgotten. They made out passionately, hands roaming and exploring each other’s bodies like starving animals. Valerie’s hands made quick work of Mike’s shirt, tossing it carelessly to the side as she peppered his chest with kisses.

Mike’s hands slid up her thighs, pushing her dress up in the process. Valerie moaned when he grabbed her ass, squeezing the supple flesh. She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his jaw towards his neck. “Oh, Mike,” she gasped, her voice dripping with need. “I’ve missed you so much. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

He could see the raw desire burning in Valerie’s eyes, and it was intoxicating. A part of him knew it was wrong, knew it was only going to end in heartbreak, but he couldn’t resist the temptation of indulging in their former passion one last time.

Mike pulled Valerie into a deep, hungry kiss, his hands roaming her body with renewed urgency. Valerie’s fingers tugged at his belt, the sound of the buckle clinking as she undid it. She shuffled back, straddling his thighs as she worked on his pants. With a deft flick of her wrist, she undid his fly, freeing his hard, throbbing member.

She looked up at him with those smoldering grey eyes, biting her plump lower lip as she took him in hand. Mike hissed through gritted teeth at the sentir of her delicate fingers wrapping around him, giveing him a few languid strokes. “Fuck, Val,” he gasped.

Valerie licked her lips hungrily as she positioned his tip at her entrance. She was already wet, evident by how easily he slipped inside her. She let out a loud, shameless moan the moment he filled her, her walls clenching around him like a vice. “Oh god, Mike,” she whimpered. “Mmm, I’d forgotten how big you are.”

Mike gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guided her movements. She rode him with abandon, her ample breasts bouncing with each dip and roll of her hips. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, each grunt and moan spurring them on.

Valerie leaned back, gripping Mike’s knees for leverage as she bounced on his lap. Her hands slid up her body, squeezing and kneading her breasts through her dress. The sight of her pleasuring herself while he fucked her drove Mike over the edge.

He flipped them over, pinning her underneath him as he drove into her harder, faster. The new angle made Valerie gasp and cry out, her nails digging into his back. “Harder, Mike!” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. “Fuck me harder!”

Mike obliged, slamming into her with a primal urgency. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust. Valerie’s moans grew louder, more desperate as she felt her climax building. “I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered, her walls starting to flutter around him. “Fuck, I’m cumming, Mike!”

Mike could feel her tightening around him as her orgasm hit, pushing him over the edge as well. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, grunting as he emptied himself into her willing body.

They collapsed onto the bed, both panting and gasping for air as they came down from the high of their shared release. Valerie tangled her legs with his, draping her arm across his sweat-slicked chest. “That was amazing,” she sighed happily. “I had almost forgotten how good you were.”

Mike could only grunt in response, still trying to catch his breath. He knew this was ruined, that the woman he loved was cheating on him, but it didn’t stop the satisfaction he felt at that moment. The question now was whether or not they had both just gotten in too deep. Would this be a one-time hookup, or the start of something even more dangerous and alluring?