DOS Ch-208.1

The moment we stepped into the Presidential Suite, the door clicked shut behind us. Quiet luxury enveloped the space—elegant, expensive, utterly private. It was strange how accustomed I’d grown to places like this, barely giving it a second glance, while Scarlett let out a low whistle of appreciation.

Early in my acting career, I hadn’t been extravagant. Growing up poor with my biological mother had left me wary of spending on things I didn’t need. My adoptive parents had broken that habit by showering me with unnecessary luxuries until I got used to them.

And now, here I was in one of LA’s most expensive hotel rooms.

Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering skyline. Plush rugs swallowed our footsteps, and ambient light glowed from sleek fixtures overhead. I kicked off my shoes and socks immediately, savoring the impossibly soft tiger-skin rug beneath my feet.

“Is that… real?” Scarlett hesitated.

“The rug? Doubt it. And even if it was, the tiger’s long gone.” I held out a hand. “Come on, feel it.”

She wavered, then slipped off her heels and stepped onto the rug. “Okay, you’re right. This is insane.”

When she turned to me, she was closer than I expected, her coy smile tilting up at me. At just under five-four, she always wore towering heels in public—while I stuck to flats, custom-made by Crocs for maximum comfort.

“Troy.” Her voice dropped, husky. “What’s the plan now?”

I laced my fingers through hers. “Want a drink?”

“But you don’t drink,” she countered. “At least, you never did on the set of Disturbia.”

“You remember that?” I smirked. “Nonetheless, I can still play host.”

Scarlett considered it for a moment before asking, “What’re you offering?”

I crossed to the minibar and pulled out a frosty bottle. “Dom Pérignon for madame. Should I pour?”

“Later.” She drifted to the sprawling couch and sank into it with a sigh. “God, this is heaven. You’ve gotta try it.”

The sight was mesmerizing—Scarlett stretched across the cushions, bathed in the flicker of artificial fireplace flames, an abstract painting glowing above her. I set the champagne on the dining table and watched her, grinning.

“You relax. I’m hopping in the shower,” I said, peeling off my jacket. “It was a long night. Might take a while.” I nodded toward the minibar. “Help yourself. There’s a PlayStation in the bedroom, but I’m guessing that’s not your vibe.”

Scarlett gave a lazy nod as I pushed through the double doors into the bedroom. The king-sized bed looked too inviting—plush, pristine, begging me to collapse into it and shut out the world. But sweat clung to my skin, and I hated sleeping filthy.

Shaking off the temptation, I headed into the en-suite bathroom—a marble-clad sanctuary. The freestanding tub sat beneath a floor-to-ceiling window, the city sprawled beyond it like a glittering circuit board. I stripped as I walked, shedding my tux, then my shirt, until only my black boxers remained. Those hit the floor a second later.

The rainfall shower was instant bliss. Warmth sluiced over me, steam curling in the dim, jasmine-scented air. I braced my palms against the tile, letting the water do the work. Soap could wait. Right now, I just wanted to feel.

But my thoughts didn’t cooperate.

Scarlett was right there—a few feet away, sprawled on that couch, all curves and teasing smiles. I wasn’t stupid. I knew what she wanted. And fuck, my body reacted, blood rushing south until I was achingly hard.

I wanted her. Not just to fuck her, but to own her—to bend her, bite her, make her gasp my name like a prayer. My hand drifted down, fingers wrapping around my cock, stroking slow. Just to take the edge off. Just so I wouldn’t—

Fuck.

A sudden press of skin against my back. Before I could turn, arms slid around me—one hand teasing my nipple, the other trailing lower, fingers tangling in my pubic hair.

“Need help washing this, Troy?” Her whisper was hot against my ear.

Then her tits—bare, soft, huge—ground into my spine, and her palm closed over mine, guiding my grip tighter. Her thumb swiped the tip of my cock, smearing pre-cum on her digit.

Logically, I should’ve told her to stop.

But that’s the problem with heat-of-the-moment decisions—logic never gets a vote.

I braced my hands against the shower wall, surrendering to her. Scarlett didn’t hesitate. Her fingers circled me, thumb and index tugging my foreskin back slowly, then forward again. Once wasn’t enough for her. She repeated the motion, deliberate and firm, each pull drawing a low groan from me.

Then she let go.

I turned, glaring half-heartedly. “You can’t just start something like that and walk away.” My voice was rough, my gaze raking over her naked body for the first time.

Her breasts were impossible to ignore—full, round, nipples peaked and begging for attention. She closed the distance between us, dragging them across my chest. Even with me leaning down, they only reached midway, the contrast in our heights only making it hotter.

“Oh, I’m far from finished,” she murmured, reaching past me for the shower gel. She ignored the loofah, scooping a handful and spreading it over my torso, her fingers mapping every inch, from my clavicle, pecs, and abs, to all the way down to my fully-hard member. She didn’t bother going down further. Then she pressed closer, arms looping around my back as she worked the lather in—with her tits.

Christ.

Previously, I’d had Rihanna use her hands and her mouth. But this? The slide of her slick skin against mine, the way her breasts dragged down my stomach, then lower—

I gripped her hips, but she didn’t stop. Not until she’d rubbed every last drop of sensation from me, her cleavage tightening around my cock with just the right pressure.

Then warmth replaced friction.

I looked down to find her tongue tracing the head of my shaft, her eyes locked on mine. A smirk curled her lips before she took me deep, one hand working my base, the other cupping my balls.

Fuck.

My head thudded against the tiles. Pleasure crackled through me, white-hot and relentless, as her mouth moved—slow, then hungry, then perfect.

Scarlett was relentless. Within moments, she’d taken me deep into her mouth, her lips tight and warm as she began moving with practiced rhythm. Her hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer until the tip of my cock nudged the back of her throat. A soft gag escaped her, but she didn’t retreat—just eased back enough to catch her breath before diving in again.

“Holy shit,” I groaned, my fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her pace. It was overwhelming—the heat, the pressure, the way her tongue swirled just right. I’d been blown before, but this? This was something else entirely.

Encouraged by my reaction, she picked up speed, her mouth working me with a hunger that sent sparks shooting up my spine.

I wish I could’ve lasted longer, but let’s be real—I was a pent-up teenager, months without a proper release. My orgasm coiled tight, inevitable.

“I-I’m close,” I managed, my voice ragged.

That only spurred her on. Her head bobbed faster, her lips a slick, relentless pressure as I braced myself against the shower wall. The hot water still rained down, sluicing over our bodies, amplifying every sensation.

Then I was gone—hips jerking as I came hard down her throat. It had been too long, and my release hit in thick, pulsing waves. She took the first three before pulling back, gasping, and I didn’t hesitate to paint the rest across her chest. Yeah, maybe it was straight out of a porno, but damn if I didn’t love marking her like that with my juice.

What really got me? She didn’t spit. Just swallowed, lips glistening, and in that moment, I swore I’d return the favor tenfold.

When she stood, though, her usual confidence flickered. She wouldn’t meet my eyes, suddenly shy.

I hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her face up. “You’re amazing,” I murmured before kissing her, uncaring that my taste still lingered on her tongue. She melted into it, lips parting, our mouths moving in a heated clash.

Her arms looped around my neck, fingers threading through my hair as her legs locked around my waist. I gripped her ass, hauling her flush against me, my cock grinding against her with a hunger that matched hers.

She was wet—and I had a feeling it wasn’t from the shower. Just the thought made my cock twitch, already hardening again.

“My turn.” I spun her around and pinned her against the wall.

Scarlett gasped at the sudden movement but didn’t resist as I crashed my mouth onto hers. When I finally pulled back, I let her feet touch the floor before worshipping every inch of her.

Her breasts were perfection—full, responsive, her nipples already pebbled under my tongue. I swirled around them, teasing until her fingers tangled in my hair, urging me lower. My hands followed, tracing down her stomach, slipping between her thighs.

The moment I found her clit, her grip tightened. “Fuck!” she hissed. “Troy—go down. Please.”

Desperation laced her voice, but I wasn’t done teasing. “What exactly do you want me to do down there?” I grinned, circling her clit with my fingertip.

She arched into my touch, breath ragged. “You know.”

“I don’t.” I slid just the tip of my finger inside her, then withdrew completely.

A frustrated groan escaped her. Then, eyes locked on mine, she dropped all pretense: “Suck my pussy. Then fuck me with that big cock of yours. Right now.”

“As my lady commands.” I tipped an imaginary hat before sinking to my knees.

Her scent hit me first—musky, sweet, hers—and my dick throbbed in response. “Troy…” Her moan was pure anticipation.

I smirked against her skin before dragging my tongue up her slit, slow and deliberate. Her thighs trembled as I zeroed in on her clit, flicking it lightly before sucking. My hands gripped her ass—God, that ass—kneading the soft flesh as she rocked against my mouth.

“Fuck, yes—” Her nails scraped my scalp, pulling harder with every lick. “A little to the right—there! Don’t stop!”

I obeyed, lapping faster while my thumb traced her back entrance. When she didn’t protest, I pressed inside, just a tease—then replaced it with my middle finger, sinking deeper with every thrust until my knuckles met her skin.

Scarlett shuddered, her legs buckling as she came undone above me.

“I’m close,” she gasped, fingers tightening in my hair. “Oh, so close. Don’t you dare stop now—don’t you fucking dare!”

Then, with a shuddering cry, she came undone against my mouth, her thighs clamping around my head as she trembled. “Fuck!” The word ripped from her throat, raw and breathless, before she slumped against the shower wall, spent.

Pride surged through me. I excelled at giving head.

I rose, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss before pulling her flush against me under the scalding spray. “Oh, Troy,” she murmured into my ear, her voice wrecked. “That was… the best head I’ve ever had.”

I shut off the water with one hand. “Now I’ll give you the best dicking you’ve ever had.”

“‘Dicking’?” She laughed, incredulous.

“By the end of tonight,” I vowed, “you’ll be proud of your dick-taking abilities.” When she didn’t understand the Superbad reference, I realized my mistake—it hadn’t been released yet.

Before she could question it, I scooped her up, her squeal of surprise echoing off the tiles as I carried her toward the bedroom.

“Where are we going?” she asked, though her arms were already locked around my neck.

“Bed,” I said, as if it were obvious.

Near the bathroom door, her dress lay in a discarded heap, panties and bra tangled in the fabric. She’d arrived in those lace panties—she wouldn’t be leaving in any. I’ll make sure of that.

“If we’re doing this,” Scarlett said, snapping my focus back, “promise me you’ll be rough. I like it… intense.”

A single nod. Then I tossed her onto the mattress, watching her bounce before she caught herself. For a heartbeat, she looked stunned—then her lips curled into a wicked grin, her gaze locking onto mine with a hunger that sent a fresh pulse of heat straight to my cock.

“Fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight for days,” she demanded.

I didn’t need telling twice. In an instant, I was on her, straddling her hips, our wet skin sliding together. The scent of her arousal drowned out everything else—perfume, shampoo, the sterile hotel air—replaced by something primal, hers. My cock dragged against her stomach, leaving a slick trail of pre-cum, but neither of us cared.

Her hands were everywhere—raking down my chest, clawing at my back, pulling me closer—and I let her.

Then I flipped her onto her stomach in one motion, my grip firm on her hips. My dick slid between her ass crack, teasing, taunting me with how badly I wanted to bury myself inside her. But I held back, kneading her flesh instead, savoring the way she arched into my touch—

Until my palm cracked against her ass. Hard.

She gasped, a broken little sound that went straight to my groin.

“Get on all fours,” I ordered.

She obeyed.

I lined myself up against her, rubbing my length along her slick heat—then paused.

“Do we need contraception?” I asked.

“I’m on the pill,” she gasped. “Go crazy.”

Good enough. With anyone else, I’d have wrapped up in rubber regardless, but this was Scarlett. I trusted her. No games, no traps. Just heat.

I pushed forward in one smooth stroke, sheathing half of myself inside her.

“Holy fuck!” Her back arched, nails digging into my arms. “You’re—thick.”

A grin tugged at my lips as I pulled out completely. “You wanted rough?” I gripped her hips. “You got it.”

One hard thrust buried me to the hilt.

Scarlett’s scream split the air—half pain, half pleasure. I stilled. “You good?”

“Fuck—just—” She shuddered, breath ragged. “Give me a second. Not used to you.”

I waited, throbbing inside her, until her thighs relaxed around me. “Now,” she breathed.

I started slow, dragging almost all the way out before sinking back in.

“Faster,” she demanded, hips lifting to meet me. “Show me what you’ve got.”

I snapped forward, fucking her like it was the last thing I’d ever do. Every thrust punched a moan from her lips, her wetness soaking us both. The slap of my hips against her behind echoed off the walls.

“Yes—” Her head tossed back. “Harder, Troy. Own me.”

I yanked out, flipped her onto her back, and plunged in again. Her lust-drunk gaze raked over me, pupils blown. When I crushed my mouth to hers, she bit my lip, her hands clawing down to my ass, pulling me deeper.

Our tongues warred, hips grinding, until I felt the pressure coiling low in my gut.

She felt it too. “Cum inside me,” she begged, voice wrecked. “Fill me up.”

Christ. I’d never come bare in this life—never risked it. But with her? The thought alone had me on edge.

Scarlett’s eyes fluttered shut as she gasped, “I’m—again—”

That shattered me. My release ripped through me, pulsing into her in hot streaks. She clenched around me, crying out as we came together.

Even as I stilled, my cock kept spilling, twitching inside her. I collapsed beside her, kissing her lips, my cock still inside her.

“Best. Fuck. Ever,” she panted, curling into me.

I grinned against her skin. “Glad you think so.”

Her fingertip traced my jaw. “How soon can you go again?”

I laughed freely. “Oh, Scar… we’re just warming up.” I grabbed her ass possessively. “Have you forgotten? Your ass still needs some dicking.”

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AN: This is my first time writing a pure smut chapter, so please forgive me if this was not up to your expectations. That’s the thing with smut, you can’t satisfy everyone. If you liked it, please leave feedback in the comments/DM because that would decide whether I would write more such chapters in the future.