A Golden Opportunity
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After a few minutes of no luck and with a stomach that’s starting to rumble, I resign myself to breakfast. It’s important to fuel up, after all, when you plan on fucking for several weeks.
The hotel restaurant is cute, cheap(er than the rest of Paris) and the closest place for food, so I head there first. But when I see the large queue outside, I quickly do a U-turn and leave the hotel in search of food elsewhere.
It’s a beautiful day outside. The sun shines brilliantly overhead and the morning air still has a slight crisp to it. I inhale deeply, feeling it fill my lungs and grin to myself.
I’ve been to Paris before, of course, when I travelled around Europe, but it was a quick and cheap stay in a tiny hostel and I only got a day to see as much as I could before I needed to catch the train into Switzerland. Now, though, I could enjoy myself a little bit more. Although, it could be argued that I already was.
I slide my hands into my pockets and leisurely walk down the busy street with the idea that there’ll be some restaurant that’s free for breakfast, I’ll just keep asking until I find one.
The third restaurant I try has a table free, but only for thirty minutes. I happily accept and sit myself down at a cosy, two-person table. I order something protein-heavy that my coach would be happy with and a glass of orange juice, but I haven’t even got my order yet when a shadow falls over my table.
“I thought I had thirty minutes…” I trail off when I look up and see who’s standing over me.
The American.
He’s fully dressed this time, although I can still see the muscles in his arms ripple as pulls out the seat opposite me and sits down. I don’t stop myself from staring.
“Hey,” I say, my eyes flicking up to his face. There’s a small smile playing on his lips and his gaze is intense.
“We didn’t get much time to talk earlier,” he says, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table.
“My mouth was full,” I shrug and his face breaks out into a grin.
“Sure was,” he says, before leaning forward even further. He glances over his shoulder, as if checking that no one else is listening, before lowering his voice. “I get the feeling you’d be down for something.”
“What thing?” I ask, raising one eyebrow.
“Something I’ve wanted to try for a while.”
His eyes travel down to my lips and back up again.
“If you give me your room number and leave the door open tonight, I’ll fuck you in your sleep.”
I sit back, regarding him.
“I’ve done that before,” I reply and his eyes widen.
“Would… you do it again?”
I tap my finger off my chin, pretending to think about it. In reality, it was one of my favourite things. I think of my old roommates, rubbing the heads of their hard cocks across my mouth until I woke up, taking them into my mouth even while half-asleep. The thought makes me wet again.
“Why wait until tonight?” I say. He blinks in surprise. “I’m still pretty jet lagged so I’ll take a nap this afternoon. I’ll probably be asleep for a couple hours. You can come over then.”
“Wait, really?” he seems stunned that I not only accepted but accelerated his proposition.
“Sure,” I shrug. “Just try not to wake me until half-way through. I like to wake up with it inside me.”
I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, his fingers flexing. I imagine how hard he is right now without me even touching him and smirk. “Anyway, I can see my food coming so…”
“Oh. Right. Sure,” he stands up, letting the waiter set my breakfast down on the table. He almost turns to leave before stopping himself. “Wait. What’s your name?”
“Kate,” I reply, picking up my knife and fork. “You?”
“Jace.”
“Cool, see you later, Jace.”
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