As I slam up against your cervix, making it hurt so fucking good, you bite your lip hard. ‘Oh God, too much, too deep’, you plead. Staying fir...ly within you, I roll us over so I am on my back with your back against my manly chest. You feel me biting the back of your neck as you throw your head back as I thrust. You start to lose yourself, lose control of yourself. You hear yourself saying things, you feel the sweat between us, you smell the scent of our sex. You are on a high you’ve never. We hooked up while you and Lynn were passed out on the bed”, now her mind was at complete ease. “Brook!”“I’m sorry, Will! I was a little buzzed, and he was so nice that night!”“Were is he? I want to talk to him now!”“I-I have his number, Will”, Brook said defeatedly as she pulled it up on her phone. Will snatched it from her hands and wrote it on a sticky note before running up stairs to text Mark. But before he ran upstairs, he turned and faced Brook.“You know Brook. I don’t blame you. You. He'd got an answer for this; he was, quite naturally, going to room 136 to meet his date for the evening. But what if the receptionist had been the one who had checked his date in to the hotel? What if she put two and two together and made four (or probably more than that)? Would she say anything or let him ascend to find that his date wasn't quite what she expected he expected? He'd played the scenario out in his mind until he had come to what was obviously a logical set of arguments to. "I haven't seen you off that couch much," I said, trying to change the subject. "Are you and Rob still seeing each other?"She shrugged, which told me nothing. "I just...I dunno." What?"She shook her head. "It's nothing."My big brother instincts kicked in, overriding my more lecherous thoughts. "If something was wrong, you'd tell me, right?" Mmhmm."And that was that. I went about the rest of my day, and things went on as before, for another week.But little things started becoming clearer to me..