Compromising Positions

They were double-booked at the villa, a brunette actress and a writer who both expected the place to themselves. Honour and Freddy decided to split the space instead of fighting for it. What started as polite arrangements soon turned charged. Her eyes lingered, his answers slowed, and the villa seemed smaller by the hour. She sank to her knees when the tension snapped. He pushed past her lips and kept going until she took him deep, throat working around every inch. She stayed down, spit running down her chin while he gripped her hair and fed her more. He bent her over the sofa after that. She arched her back, heels slipping on the tile as he drove in from behind, the slap of skin echoing through the room. He kept her right there, one hand on her hip, the other holding her steady while he thrust hard and steady. When he pulled out, she turned and took him back in her mouth, sucking until he came on her tongue and let her swallow every drop. The compromise held. 2020.