Dealing Desire

The hotel room hummed with the low buzz of the air conditioner as Lena and Marcus tossed their briefcases onto the beds. Their flight had been delayed, leaving them stranded overnight after the conference. "Strip poker?" Lena suggested with a sly grin, shuffling a deck she'd found in the drawer. "Or are you afraid I'll clean you out before we even hit the minibar?" Marcus laughed, loosening his tie. "You wish. I've seen your poker face at meetings—it's all bluff."

They sat cross-legged on the carpet, cards flying as the first hands fell. "Pair of aces," Lena declared, peeling off her blouse to reveal a lacy bra. Marcus's eyes lingered. "Lucky draw. My socks are coming off, but don't get cocky." The game heated up with each round, witty jabs flying: "That hard-on in your pants is showing, Marcus—nervous or just horny?" she teased after he lost his shirt. "Says the woman whose nipples are poking through like they're begging to join the fun," he shot back.

Clothes piled up until Lena sat in just her panties, Marcus in boxers. "All in," she said, winning the next hand. He stood, dropping his shorts to reveal his hard cock. "Your turn to ante up." Lena slid her panties down, exposing her wet pussy, then pushed him onto the bed. "Don't think you're in charge," she murmured, straddling his thighs.

Her mouth found his cock in a slow, teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned. Marcus's hands gripped her ass, pulling her closer while she worked him, panting and sweating under her control. "Fuck, Lena, you're dripping already," he said. She climbed atop him, guiding his hard length into her pussy with a moan, riding him hard and fast.

They moved together, her strong thighs clenching as she came first, body shuddering. Marcus followed, spilling cum deep inside her with a grunt. They collapsed, panting and slick with sweat. Lena smirked, tracing his chest. "Round two tomorrow, or are you tapping out?"

The night had only begun to reveal how far their business trip would go.