“Oh. My. God. Tal. Please,” she panted along with his thrusts. He gripped harder on her breast, pulled harder on her arm, forced her back closer to him.

“I'm gonna come soon, Mischa,” he whispered, leaning close so his lips were at her ear, his teeth grazing it.

“Me, too. Me, too,” she cried. She couldn't believe it. She'd only ever come twice during sex maybe a handful of times in her entire life – even with herself! Now a complete stranger was going to accomplish it like he had been training for it.

“Good girl. Very good girl.”

His hand let go of her breast and slithered down her body, pressing between her thighs. Those long fingers, goddamn. She could feel a finger on either side of his dick, then he was pulling back, drumming his fingers against her sensitive skin. Then back again, sliding against his thrusts. So many sensations, so little time.

She screamed his name, coming hard enough that she couldn't maintain her balance. She fell forward and he let her arm go, let her top half fall flat on the mattress. She whimpered and shuddered and clenched, all while he slammed away. Then he let out a roar, and she could actually feel him coming, feel him pumping into her. He bent over her, his chest pressed to her back.

Misch wasn't sure how long they laid like that together. Long enough that her knees slowly slid out from underneath her. He went down with her and she laid flat on the bed, with him on top of her. He panted, his breath hot against the back of her neck. His hand rested on top of her arm, his thumb brushing back and forth.

“You do that like it's your sport in the Olympics,” she managed to breathe. He snorted at her.

“Do I get all tens?” he asked.

“Fuck yeah.”

He kissed her in the middle of her shoulder blades, then pushed himself off of her. She closed her eyes, ready to pass out, but he grabbed her arm again and began pulling her off the bed.

“C'mon, let me show you what I can do with a detachable shower head,” he said in a low voice, pulling her towards the bathroom.

I love Italy.

There was an incessant chirping noise. Misch waved her hand at it, but it didn't go away. She groaned and tried to unbury herself from the blanket and pillows that seemed to be all over her. She didn't remember there being so many pillows on her bed before, she'd have to toss some onto the floor.

She finally broke free, and reality crashed in on her. They weren't her pillows. It wasn't her bed. It wasn't her room. Not even her hotel. In fact, she didn't even know what hotel she was in at all.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. What have I done!?

“Answer your goddamn phone,” a voice grumbled near her.

Misch jumped, a little startled, and turned to the lump next to her. Tal was laying on his stomach. She pressed her hands over her face for a second, then looked at him again. The sheet had been yanked away from him, only covering his legs up to his thighs, revealing the fact that he wasn't wearing any clothing.

Neither was she.

Misch slithered sideways out of the bed, taking the top blanket with her, leaving the sheet for him. When she had the blanket wrapped around her body, she tiptoed across the suite. Found her bag where it had fallen on the floor. She dug through it till she located the chirping noise. She pulled out her cell phone and looked at the screen.

Mikey Boy

She felt sick, to the point she pressed a hand over her mouth to stop herself from throwing up right then and there. To make matters worse, she heard movement from the bedroom. Tal was getting out of bed.

“I'm gonna take another shower. Wanna join me?” he asked through a yawn. She shook her head.

“No,” she managed to answer, though her voice was coming from somewhere near the middle of her throat.

“You sure?”

His voice sounded sly, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see him strut past the bedroom door, still completely naked.

She refused to take a second look.

“I'm sure,” she replied. Her phone stopped chirping and she looked down. She had a new voicemail.

“Your loss. I'll be a couple minutes, order us breakfast,” he called out. Then she heard the bathroom door shut, quickly followed by the shower turning on.

Misch went into full blown panic mode. She ran around the hotel room, searching for her shit. She wiggled her panties back on, but couldn't find her bra anywhere. She gave up and slid her dress on without it. Glanced in the mirror. She actually had pretty good breasts, she didn't really need a bra, but she felt like when she didn't wear one and it was obvious, like it was with that dress, it screamed “slut”.

Well, technically, if the slutty shoe fits …

“Oh god,” she moaned out loud, digging her shoes out from underneath the bed.

She rushed across the hotel room, swiping a pair of sunglasses on her way out the door. Her hands were shaking as she put them on in the elevator, but by the time she got out at the lobby, she was almost in control of herself again.

Almost.

It wasn't till she got to her own hotel that she realized she'd left her purse back at Tal's. There really wasn't much of importance left behind – thankfully her wallet and passport weren't in it. Just some necessities for spending a day out and about were in the purse. But it also had her insurance binder, and her hotel room key card.

Fuck.

“I'm sorry, I misplaced my key,” she said in a low voice at the front desk. She felt like the clerk was staring at her.

Can people just tell!? Does it say “heartless cheating bitch” on my forehead!?