EroticReverie

Maddie McAdams

This fucking man, was going to ruin me for all other men, as far as fucking my god damn brains out. Scott Sullivan fucked me and used me, and gave me orgasms, like his life fucking depended on it. 

I can feel the soreness between my legs, my greedy pussy already asking for another helping as we shower silently together. We barely touch, bodies brushing as we switch between the spray of the water, taking turns. I ignore his gaze that never leaves me, catching his eyes a few times, and rolling my eyes at him , that smug smirk on his face as he washes himself up.

It feels good to be cleaned of all the seat and sex, but the dirty part of me wishes I could have just fallen asleep covered in this mans cum. Hygenic? No. Good for my pussy? No. But, I was secretly fucking obsessed with how well Scott Sullivan could fuck me. How he fufils my more filthy side by the way he talks to me, the way he'd thrown me on that bed and demanded for me to let him use me to take care of his hard dick. My mouth and pussy salivated at his power, it was annoying hot and irresistible. Only some men could pull that shit off, the dominant, cave man attitude...and Scott Sullivan , did it so fucking well. 

We walk out into the room, and I grab my suit case, pulling it up onto the bed as I unzip it. I give him a weird look as he grabs his pants from the floor and starts to pull them back on.

"Why are you putting those on? Didnt you bring boxers or sleep pants or something?" I ask as I draw out a peach colored nigtie, his eyes going to it and following it as I toss it onto the bed. 

"yeah, i'll just change when i get to my room though, instead of unpacking it in here and having to pack it back up" she says and my brows pinch as he pulls the pants up. 

I should let him go back to his room. He was ready to go back to his room without any argument. Did he want to actually stay in here? If he did, he'd probably just help himself to my bed. Did he NOT want to stay in here? I didnt want to tell him to stay, or tell him he could...if he really didnt want to. 

So I say nothing, because it's better not to complicate it. We were just two people hate fucking each other, and having super hot sex on planes and in my office. That's all this was. 

I watch him pull his shirt over his head and he looks at me as he tugs it down. He walks over, and lifts his hand to the back of my head, leans down and fucking kisses my forehead. My god damn forehead. What the hell is THAT?

"Make sure you lock your door. Don't answer it for anyone but me." he says and I just lift a brow.

"Okay." I say, unsure of what to do with this sudden protective vibe from him. 

"I'll order room service for us for breakfast, meet me at my room at eight thirty? Then we can be ready to leave by nine?" he asks and I just look at him and nod.

"Yeah, that's fine" I say and he looks at the nightie on my bed, then back at me. A small smile on his face.

"Night McAdams." he says and turns and grabs his suitcase.

"Night." I say and he tosses a small smile at me over his shoulder as he walks to the door, opens it, and it clicks shut. 

I just stand there, and hate that I'm confused right now. 

"Lock this door" I hear his voice humming through the door and I tip toe run to the door and throw the latch over it.

"Got it" I call through the door.

"Good girl" he says through the door, and I swallow, my pussy fucking throbbing as the scent of him lingers in this room, as my nipples harden and I shake my head, because I wonder if I'll be able to get any sleep at all tonight.

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I toss and a turn, even though the hotel sheets are softer than ever and the comforter is like a cloud, the pillows a perfect marshmallow of heaven. It's been about an hour since Scott went to his room. I brushed my hair, braided it, and pulled on my nightie and slipped into bed. Set my alarm, closed my eyes, and was still awake. 

I sigh, knowing I shouldnt pick up my phone, cause i'll end up doo scrolling through different apps, and know i should just shut my eyes and focus on sleeping. But I pick up my phone anyways, and find that it's actually ringing. I keep my phone on do not disturb during certain hours of the night. 

"S.Sullivan" the screen says. I immediately answer.

"Hello?" I ask, unsure of how I feel about the panic rising in my chest that something might be wrong. 

"You awake?" he asks. I roll my eyes to myself.

"I answered the phone, didn't i?" I say with a huff and then drop my head back to my pillow, holding the phone to my ear.

"I mean, I didn't wake you?" he asks.

"No." I answer simply. 

"I can't sleep." he says.

"Me either." I admit. 

"Why cant you sleep?" he asks. 

"I dont know, i've just been laying here." I say and yawn. "And i AM tired, but my mind is just doing that thing, keeping me up even though it knows I want to sleep." I say. 

"Hmm, yeah." he says. 

"Why cant YOU sleep?" I ask, letting my legs stretch out and then relaxing them. 

"Because I can't stop thinking about you laying in that orange lingerie." he says, and I blink several time, surprised by his answer.

"It's peach." I say. He huffs a small life.

"Alright, I can't stop thinking about you laying there in that PEACH lingerie." he says.

"hm" I just hum and he chuckles softly, and we sit in silence for a few moments, it's comfortable and easy, and annoyingly nice, just to hear his slight breaths on the end of the phone. 

"what are you wearing?" I ask. Without any hint of playfulness.

"I'm also wearing peach lingerie." he says and I laugh. My chest shaking, my head going back into the pillow.

"Don't do that." he says.

"Do what?" I ask as my laugh tapers off. 

"Don't laugh when I'm not there to see the smile that goes with it." he says and huffs. 

I chew my lip. "Mkay, I wont laugh anymore" 

There's more silence. 

"Do you really hate me Madeline McAdams?" he asks. I soft smile turns my lips upwards.

"Sometimes. Yes." I say and he huffs a small laugh. 

"Do you really hate ME, Scott Sullivan?" I ask him the same question.

"Not even a little bit." he says and my toes curl. Why was I doing this? Why was I doing pillow talk on the phone with Scott Sullivan. 

"I've always enjoyed you." he says and I let out a skeptical little hum. 

"I enjoy watching you work. I enjoy watching you kick everyone's ass that works there, mine included." he says and I smile even more at that but then sigh softly, cause it reminds me that we're competing, we're both going after the same thing at work, the same promotion, and I'm already sleeping with him and letting that get in the way of things, and now I'm having late night chats with him on the phone?

"And I'm going to enjoy watching you get that promotion Maddie." he says and my brows pinch.

"It's not decided yet, we're pretty much tied." I say. 

"No. Everyone knows you deserve it. We might be tied in terms of money we brought in...or pretty close anyways" he yawns. "But mine were all sure things, they weren't hard , there was no finessing needed....yours we're difficulut...and ones nobody else wanted to try to pull cause they were too scared to fail, to waste their time....but you snagged every single one handed to you. Like you do, every fucking time." he says and I swallow. 

"Thanks Sullivan." I say softly.

"Mhm." he just hums. 

"you know what else I enjoy about you?" he asks, and I smile to myself, already knowing that the conversation has become too far off our normal path and that he's ready to bring back our more comfortable banter and bullshit.

"The fucking clothes you wear....those tight dresses....those pretty blouses....those heels.....fuck...that garterbelt you had on earlier." he says, of when he'd taken me in the office at work and I feel my thighs press together.

"Knowing that you have that shit on under your clothes at work....how am I supposed to ever concentrate ever again?" he asks and I give a little laugh. 

"Want to know a secret?" I ask quietly. 

He groans. "yes, i do" 

"sometimes....I don't wear anything at all under my dresses or skirts." I whisper. 

He groans. "You're lying...just to throw me off my game..to make it even harder to focus" 

"maybe i am...maybe i'm not....maybe I take them off sometimes in the middle of the day, just to be able to touch myself easier when i'm stressed out." I whisper.

Scott groans and curses softly. "fuck...are you telling me you masturbate at work Miss McAdams?" 

"Don't you?" I ask. 

He groans. "yeah , i do" 

I hum and feel my legs spread, my hand going down between them, and up under my nightie.

I let out a soft exhale and soft moan as I let my fingertip graze my clit and I start to circle it.

"Maddie" he breathes into the phone.

"Yeah?" I breathe into the phone.

"Are you touching yourself?" he asks. 

"yes" I answer and he groans. 

"you're a naughty girl Maddie" he whispers and I listen to him moving about hearing his door open and shut, wondering, if he's going to the bathroom so he doesnt make a mess. 

I'm moaning quietly and then gasp as someone knocks at my door. 

"someone is knocking at my-" I say panicked

"It's me" Scott groans. 

"Come open this door so I can come in there and take care of that pussy...I'm gonna spell a bedtime story on your clit Madeline...and hum a lullaby on your hot little pussy and put you to sleep" 

I whimper. "Jesus" I exhale. "all you had to say was ..Maddie, I'm here to eat your pussy" I say and chuckles as I throw the covers off and slip out of bed, turning on the side lamp. 

"Let me in" he groans. 

"I'm coming, calm down you pussy vulture" I huff, and I'm smiling, and I cant see him , but I know he is too.

When I unlock the door and open it, he's standing there, in just his boxers, plain black and his phone is to his ear, he smiles, looking down at my nightie, and back up at me. 

"did you just call me a pussy vulture?" he asks, his voice in my ear through the phone as well as naturally with him standing before me. 

"sure did" I say and he chuckles, lowering his phone and I lower mine. 

"Can I come in, or should I drop to my knees and just eat you out in the doorway?" he asks and I smirk and then shrug.

"That could be fun." I say teasing. 

"alright" he says about to lower himself.

"im kidding!" i squeak, and grab his arm and pull him in and he laughs. 

"I mean it's probably less risky than you using that sweet mouth on my cock in a plane, or givin me that pussy under the blanket" he smirks and I roll my eyes.

"did you come here to talk or lick my pussy Sullivan? cause you're doing a lot of one and none of the other" I say and he laughs and I crawl onto the bed and he follows, I lay on my back and spread my legs as he looks at me, and lays on his stomach between my legs and I bite my lips, and watch as he just smirks and begins to kiss my leg at the knee, then the inside and up my thigh, and I exhale slowly, my head going back, my eyes closing, and my lip tucked between my teeth as I let out soft moans as Scott Sullivan gives me one more reason to never want another man between my legs every again.