Weeks passed in which both Marissa and Benito lived their lives. While she had gotten over their little encounter rather well - meaning she had went on dates and had her fun with other men, Benito had changed. Although he had tried to hook up with as many women as possible, he had somehow always ditched out, making excuses. All he could think about was the way Marissa had opened up to him. Sure, the other women had done that too - more than he had liked it - but he couldn't compare it to the vulnerability she had shown him. Whenever he hadn't made excuses, he had made sure he didn't have to see anything because only then had he been able to pull through.

Benito was sitting in the back of a car, staring at the endless traffic on LAs busy streets. Although he loved his job, he didn't want to go on a talkshow the next day. He felt trapped and aimless and he most definitely needed a break. Sighing, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling through Instagram. Since he wasn't following anyone, his feed was filled with suggested posts. Most of them were memes, the perfect way to pass some time. It took him more than two hours to finally get to his hotel. Benito was more than tired, when he walked up to the reception. It was nighttime, so only one person was sitting behind it. The woman was typing something on the computer - he assumed it was emails - and paid him no attention. He cleared his throat, then leaned onto the counter. In the second the receptionist looked at him, his palms became sweaty, his heartbeat started racing and his throat became incredibly dry. It was Marissa. "Welcome to Ace Hotel, how can I help you?" she said in a friendly tone. She didn't realise that it was him until she had finished her sentence. Benito tried to say something but the words didn't come out. "Benito?" Marissa asked a little surprised. He quickly nodded, swallowed hard and forced a smile on his face. "Yeah. I booked a room." he gave back when he had finally found his voice again. Marissa nodded, then looked back at the computer screen. Since he was the only guest not checked in yet, she had no trouble finding him. After a few seconds of clicking around, Benito heard the printer behind her. Marissa turned towards the printer, grabbed the form from it and put it on the counter. „Please fill this out and sign it." she said, before smiling at Benito.

Benito had checked in and he had been glad, when he finally had made it to the bed but somehow he couldn't sleep. The memory of Marissa letting him eat her out was replaying itself automatically on repeat ever since he had seen her sit behind the reception desk. He could feel his lower body tense up, he was getting hard. Whenever he was horny, his brain didn't work properly anymore, so he put on a pair of sweatpants and a white shirt, slipped into his flip flops and grabbed his key card. He needed the satisfaction. As he was waiting for the elevator, he was scrolling through his Instagram. Nothing made him think about anything but her moans, the way she had moved her hips towards him. Benito felt like a wolf on the hunt. When the elevator came, he stepped inside and pressed the button for the bottom floor. Although it only took him about 20 seconds to get into the lobby, it felt like an eternity. Finally, the doors opened and the desk of the reception came to view. With long strides he walked over to where he had checked in just 30 minutes earlier. Marissa was typing in the information of him and other guests. She wasn't paying him any attention since it was 3am and there were no other reservations until at least 6am, she believed she was alone. "I need to fuck you again!" Benito's voice echoed loudly through the lobby, causing her to jump a little. "I'm sorry, what?" she responded unsure if she had not just imagined it. Marissa looked at him and noticed that he looked tired but also lustful. "You heard me. Come with me!" he almost demanded. „Benito, I'm working, besides I'd get fired if I sleep with a guest." she gave back calmly. Benito but his lower lip to swallow his frustration. "When does your shift end?" he questioned. Marissa felt herself get aroused, she wanted him too and loved how dominant and demanding he was in this moment. She looked at the clock on the computer. "In about one hour. You'll have to come to my place again." she responded honestly. Benito nodded, pulled his phone out and sat down on one of the couches across from her.

Marissa nervously tried to find the keys to her car in her bag. Benito was standing next to her, impatiently waiting and when he finally had enough, he just turned towards her, stopped her actions and grabbed her face. He was hungry with lust and it showed in the way he smashed his lips into hers. For at least 5 minutes they were standing next to Marissa's car, lip locked. Benitos left hand was holding onto her hair, right above her neck, while his right one slipped underneath her black dress shirt. Marissa didn't fight it nor did she try to stop him - she was craving him just as much. Her small hands were entangled in his curls, pulling them gently every now and then. Benito broke the kiss to catch his breath. "We should go, I can't wait any longer." he mumbled between breathing. Marissa nodded, let go of him and stuck her hand into her bag, without breaking eye contact with him. When she finally found the key, she unlocked the car. Both of them got inside as fast as they could. At first, Benito kept his hands to himself but the longer the car ride got, the more touchy he got. By the time they arrived at Marissa's apartment, he had two fingers inside of her. As soon as the car stopped, they both hurried to get inside. They didn't even make it to her bedroom. In the second the apartment door closed behind them, Benito attacked her. His kisses were aggressive and longing. He didn't even take off his pants, he just unzipped them, pulled down her panties underneath her skirt that he pushed upwards and entered her without warning with her pushed against the wall of her entrance area. Marissa let out a loud muffled moan. "Te extrañé." Benito mumbled between their kisses. He was rough, rougher than the first time and Marissa loved every second of it.

They had moved to her bed where he had asked her to get on all fours and she had obeyed. Now she was laying on her back, her hands in his hair as he was eating her out. She was loud but she couldn't help it, Benito was simply doing a good job. He had already finished inside of her but he wanted to repeat what he had done the first time. Benito could feel her tense up and soon enough, she started to move her hips with the rhythm of his tongue again. A satisfied smile was plastered onto Benito's face when he sat up and looked at her. Out of breath, covered in sweat and a little dizzy, Marissa sat up as well. "Are you gonna hit and run again?" she asked, sounding absolutely devastated. Benito felt bad that he had done it to her a second time, so he shook his head. "I'm obsessed with you somehow, I couldn't run, even if I wanted to." he admitted, his voice raspy from moaning. Marissa stared at him in disbelief. "Obsessed with me?" she questioned confused. "I can't get you out of my mind, especially your eyes and the way you moan for me drive me crazy." he responded honestly. "What about the whole 'I can't fall in love, I'm heartless' crap?" Marissa gave back, crossing her arms over her chest. "Never said I was in love. I am heartless and that's why I didn't want to start this in the first place. You don't deserve to be treated like a sexdoll whenever I crave your body." Benito answered, looking at his fingers on the mattress. Marissa didn't mind to be his sexdoll as long as she was the only one he let his frustration out on, she was fine with it. "That's fine. Use me as much as you want to, I don't care, as long as I'm the only one." she said, crawling towards him. She placed a kiss on his lips when she reached him, then she pushed him back. "I'm addicted to your kisses and the way you make me feel about myself." she admitted, before kissing down his stomach. Benito let his head fall back. She was his and only his, she had made that clear now, and he was hers and he would make sure that she would know it.