The ride to the hotel felt like an eternity because Monica was furiously typing away on her phone and then chucking it every now and again. It would ring and she would ignore it. This happened about twenty times before she ultimately ended up shutting her phone off. Then she fell asleep.

I didn't ask her what she was talking about or with whom because I already knew it was Carter. I don't know if they'd broken up or what the deal was nor did I really care to know. As long as Monica was with me that's all that mattered. Even though I guess she's not really with me with me.

"Hey, sleepy head, we're at the hotel." I give her shoulder a little push.

"Hmm?" She murmurs as she slowly opens her eyes. "Oh, we're here." She sits up and stretches.

"Indeed we are." I get out of the car and grab our bags out of the back, tossing them over my shoulder. We walk to the front desk and confirm our reservation before getting our room key. It's a short walk to the elevator and then a quick walk to our room.

"Oh this is really nice." Monica flops herself down on one of the beds. "Soooo so comfy." I bring her bag over to her and set it down on the bed next to her. "Thank you." My eyes focus down on her, lying there, spread eagle, and I am automatically filled with dirty thoughts.

God fucking dammit. The things I would do to her... I would do all of the things...

I clear my throat. "Yeah, no problem." I set my bag down on the bed. After unzipping it I rummage around until I find my bathing suit. I need to fucking cool off.

"What're you doing?"

"I'm going to go for a swim. I've been sitting stationary for too long. Need to move around a little bit and work out the soreness." Also, need to cleanse my brain of it's dirty thoughts. "You want to come along?"

She ponders for a moment. "Nah, I think I'm going to stay behind. I've got a phone call I need to make." Thank God. I don't think I'd be able to handle her in a bathing suit with the way my thought process is right now.

"Alright."

I head into the bathroom and quickly change. When I come out she's sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, probably debating whether she really wants to talk to her dead beat boyfriend or not. When she looks up her eyes land on my half naked body then immediately widen. If I'm not mistaken she likes what she sees.

"My eyes are up here, you know." Her cheeks flush a deep crimson color. "You see something you want, Miss Virgin?"

"Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I don't get turned on." My brow raises at that admission. I turn her on. "Not that you, uhm. Yeah." She looks away from me, cheeks still aflame. "That came out wrong."

Bullshit.

"Honest mistake, I'm sure." It wasn't. Not to sound arrogant but I am a regular at the gym and train with my friend Torey all the time. "Well, I'll see you later." She doesn't respond and she still doesn't look at me before I exit. It's adorable how easily embarrassed she gets.

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I'd taken several laps in the pool, stretching out my body and effectively ridding myself of my perverse thoughts. Luckily there were no other people, specifically kids, in my way.  I'm currently sitting in the hot tub enjoying the heat against my muscles. I hear the door open and let out a frustrated sigh knowing my peace has finally been disturbed.

Fuck me. Fuck me straight to hell.

Monica had stepped through the door and my jaw nearly dropped to the floor. She's in a two-piece, revealing the majority of her gorgeous body to me. Her dark hair is down and in waves, stopping at her luscious breasts. They're not too large but they are pretty big.

I just want to wrap my hands around them and then my mou—

"Hey, my eyes are up here, you know." She chuckles out before making her way toward me.

"Oh I know." I sit up more as she sits across from me. "I was appreciating the view."

"Of my boobs?"

I shrug. "Can you blame me?" She rolls her eyes. "That bathing suit looks really fucking good on you." Emphasis on the fucking. Her face turns red again. "I'm going to start calling you cherry." I shut my mouth right up thinking about the double meaning of that name. I meant the color of her face, not the elephant in the room.

"Cherry?"

"Never mind."

"You don't mean like because I'm a vir—"

"You're easily flustered and your face is consistently a shade of bright red. That's what I meant by that." I interjected quickly, not wanting her to feel further embarrassment.

"You don't fluster me." I cock a disbelieving brow. "Alright, fine, maybe you do a little."

"You know this is our third night spent together. Who would've thought having a smoke on a park bench would lead to sitting in a hot tub with you two nights later?"

"Honestly this is one of the most impulsive things I've ever done. I don't do things like this."

"Sit in hot tubs with men you're barely acquainted with that also turn you on?" There's that color again. I point at her cheeks. "Cherry."

"Shut up." She splashes water at me but all I can do is laugh.

"Serious question— How wet do I get you?"

"Alright, I'm out." She gets out of the water and I immediately head after her. "Leave me alone, perv."

"I'm a guy. It's in my genetics to perv." Her feet move faster but she's not fast enough. I wrap my arms around her waist which causes her to shriek out before I toss her into the pool.

"You dick!" She yells out once she surfaces. I double over in laughter. "It's freezing in here compared to that!" She gestures to the hot tub irritatedly.

"Sorry, I just wanted to prove the fact I could get you soaking wet." Her mouth opens and closes several times, like a fish. Monica just shakes her head before swimming over to the stairs. She heads back into the hot tub wordlessly.

"You going to join me or what, super soaker?" I bark out a laugh at that. "I know, the idea is hysterical, isn't it?" Feisty little thing.

"If I wasn't already pruning I would but I think I'm going to head back up to the room for a shower."

"Okay. I'll see you in a few."

I snatch a towel from the communal rack and wrap it around my waist. I take one last look over at Monica. She now has her eyes closed and her head lulled back. Half of me wants to stay but the other half knows I shouldn't.

Nothing but perverse thoughts plague me the entire way back up to the room. I had to go and be insane, inviting a hot girl on a road trip with me who wasn't easy either. She couldn't take care of the itch that I suddenly so badly needed to scratch.

After making sure the shower is at the right temperature, I step inside. I wash my hair and rinse it and the moment I close my eyes I see Monica's bathing suit clad body and picture it naked. Fuck. I feel the blood rush down and I'm immediately hard.

Blowing off some steam never hurt anyone, right? And she's not in the room so it's not weird or anything. Right? Right.

Feeling completely justified, I reach down and grab ahold of my stiff member. I stroke myself a few times picturing things I know will never happen. Monica's mouth on me while those large green eyes stare at me. My hands fisted in those beautiful darks locks as she does. Her pace picking up, just like my hand is.

"Oh fuck..." I mutter out before I tense up and spurt all over the floor of the tub. I try to choke back the groan that threatens to escape me and am just barely able to do it. My toes curl and my body falls forward slightly, making me have to prop myself up against the bathroom wall.

I hear the door close to the room and thank Christ that didn't happen a minute ago. Monica would've probably heard my barely contained orgasm. I make quick work of making sure my mess is down the drain, all evidence gone. I wash off the rest of my body before stepping out.

I towel myself off then throw on some sweats and a t-shirt. Monica is standing just outside of the door when I open it. She looks me up and down, biting her lip between her teeth. I notice she's holding a change of clothes in her hand so I hold the door open for her to go inside.

"Thanks."

"Yeah, no problem. I'm going to go have a smoke while you do your thing." She nods her head, clutching her towel to her body; the one I'd just fantasized about. I stand there for a second longer and then close the door for her.

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The smoke had been just what I needed. It was always nice to have a cigarette after a good orgasm. Thinking of Monica giving me head had given me just that and would help me shove all sexual thoughts about her to the side for the night.

I open the door to the room and freeze. I hear a low sexual whimper come from the other side of the bathroom door. No fucking way. I close the door as gently as possible, not wanting to startle her and most certainly not wanting her to stop.

I press my ear up to the door, not being able to help myself. Monica's soft whimpers and small little pants coming out quicker and quicker until she lets out a similar choking noise as to what I had. I close my eyes picturing her playing with her clit, swirling over it repetitively until her core clenches. Clenching around nothing, longing to milk something.

"Fuck." I murmur under my breath as I push myself away from the door. The beginning of another erection tempting to pop up. I blow out a breath as I head over to my bed, picking up the take-out menu before lying down.

After another twenty minutes or so Monica comes out of the bathroom. She'd blow dried her hair and it looks so soft. I just want to run my hands through it.

Maybe wrap it around my hand while giving her something to clench on... Stop thinking disgusting thoughts.

"Here," I pass her the menu when she sits down on the bed beside me.

She snatches it with, "mmm I'm starving."

I hold back the smirk and the 'I bet you are'.

A/N:
Happy Valentine's Day!
Here's another update for you all.
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