you weren’t supposed to sleep with anyone on this trip, let alone fall in love with them. but he was exactly your type—lonely, single, older, rich, handsome. you met him at a bar down the road from the motel, flirting with him over cheap beers and a game of pool—which you won, but you know he just let you win because he thought you were pretty.
the bar is within walking distance of the motel so he walks you back to your room, which is a few rooms down from his. he lets you go before heading back to his own room for the night. he manages a few steps away from you before you stop him, asking if he perhaps wants to come in for a nightcap.
“i don’t think i should..”
“oh..”
“sorry, kid..”
“kid?”
robby pauses, huffing out a short laugh before stepping towards you and smiling down at you.
“yeah, kid.. you’re like what, half my age?”
“didn’t stop you flirting with me at the bar or letting me win that game of pool..”
“that’s different.”
“how?”
again, robby pauses, not entirely sure how to answer your question. because to him, it is different. he’s a different person when he’s necked back two cans of cheap beer, and you were so easy to flirt with. but he knows that’s not a good enough excuse as to why he even sidled up to you at the bar in the first place. because he wasn’t drunk then and you were still half his age. maybe it was his ego, some primal urge inside him to fuck some pretty young thing like yourself—a way to prove that he still had it.
“just.. just is.”
“mmhm, okay..” you roll your eyes, cross your arms and take a step closer to him, the smell of his aftershave burning up your nostrils. your eyes flick up to look at his, usually soft, brown eyes, now slightly darkened and widened. “y’know.. it’s.. uhm.. s’funny actually..”
“what is?”
“that you think it doesn’t turn me on when you call me kid..”
“hmm..” robby hums, nodding at you, before he takes a step back and winks, then continues, “g’night kid..”
“really?”
“i can’t sleep with you..”
“but you want to?”
of course he fucking does. morally it’s not right, but he needs you more than anything else in the world right now. needs to have you writhing underneath his grip while his head is buried between your legs. needs to have your eyes rolling back in your head and your body going limp as he slides his cock into you, filling you up and stuffing you full.
“like i said.. g’night kid..”
you rolled your eyes as he walked away, back to his room. his door clicked shut as you stood there in silence, completely dumbfounded. you’re pretty sure this is worse than the time you got publicly friend zoned in the eleventh grade by the boy you had a serious crush on. you huffed out a breath of air before sulking back into your room, flopping down onto your bed. you raised your head slightly to check the time and groaned. how is it only just gone ten o’clock.
it wasn’t long before you found yourself scrolling social media on your phone, trying to make yourself tired enough to fall asleep. the only thing stopping you was him. robby. the way he called you kid, how easily it rolled off his tongue. and god, what you wouldn’t give to hear him say it in your ear, rough and raspy, like he knows he shouldn’t be saying it.
a loud knock at your door shook you from your thoughts—and forced you to bring your hand from between your legs, that you somehow had subconsciously slid down there. the door was barely opened, before you were being pushed back into your room by robby, the door slamming shut behind him.
“okay.. fuck it, yes i do want to sleep with you..”
“knew it.”
“y’always such a smartass?”
you just grinned up at him, letting him guide you to your bed, gently pushing you down and allowing you to get comfy before he joined you. he situated himself between your legs, one hand gripping your face, slightly squishing your cheeks. he leant down to press a soft kiss to your lips, feeling you lift your hips to grind against his crotch.
