Stranded Heat in Tampa Bay

Chapter 1: Unexpected Roommate

I’m Cathy Shaner, but everyone calls me Cat. I’m a 35-year-old married woman, barely 5’1”, with a body that turns heads—40DDD tits, a tiny waist, and a bubble butt that jiggles with every step. My pale pink nipples, pierced and always hard as giant pencil erasers, strain against any fabric I wear. I’d planned this steamy getaway to Tampa Bay with my husband Galen, dreaming of sun-soaked days and sultry nights. But life’s a bitch—Galen got called into work last minute, and I boarded that plane solo.

Landing in Tampa, the world flipped upside down. A global pandemic slammed the country into lockdown. I called Galen, my voice trembling as I paced the airport. 'They’re sayin’ six months, maybe a year, Cat. Get to the hotel and call me when you’re safe,' he urged, his tone clipped with worry. I nodded to no one, my heart racing as I hailed a cab to the hotel, my mind spinning with uncertainty.

At the check-in desk, the clerk—a frazzled woman with a tight bun—dropped another bombshell. 'We’re overbooked, ma’am. Stranded travelers everywhere. You’ll be sharing a room with another guest, Marcus Black. One double bed. No exceptions.' My jaw dropped, but I bit back a protest. What choice did I have? I grabbed the keycard, my palms sweaty, and headed to room 312, my curves swaying with every anxious step.

I pushed open the door, and there he was—Marcus Black. Holy hell, the man was a beast. Over 6’6”, his bald head gleamed under the dim light, deep creases lining his forehead. His tiny, close-set eyes locked on me, a broad, flat nose flaring as he grinned, showing a gap between his front teeth. His chin jutted out like a damn cliff, and his body? A mass of bulging, superhuman muscles, like The Hulk on steroids. He was ugly as sin, but the raw power radiating off him made my breath hitch.

'Yo, shorty, you my new roomie?' His voice was deep, rough, laced with street slang that rolled off his tongue like a rapper spittin’ bars. He lounged on the bed, one massive arm behind his head, eyeing me like I was a snack. 'Name’s Marcus. I’m in the biz—adult films, ya feel me? Biggest dick in the game.' He smirked, unapologetic, his gaze raking over my tits.

I crossed my arms, trying to hide the way my nipples hardened under his stare. 'I’m Cat. And I’m not here for games, Marcus. This is temporary. Let’s just… coexist.' My voice was sharp, but inside, I was quaking. Galen never looked at me like that—like he wanted to devour me whole.

He chuckled, a low, dirty sound. 'Coexist, huh? Aight, lil’ mama, but you lookin’ like a whole meal with them curves. Bet that ass bounce real nice.' He sat up, the bed creaking under his weight, his muscles flexing with every move. I felt a heat pool between my thighs, unbidden, and cursed myself for it.

'Watch your mouth,' I snapped, dropping my bag by the door. 'I’m married. And I don’t play.' But my words lacked bite, and he knew it. He stood, towering over me, his presence suffocating in the best and worst way.

'Married, huh? Where yo’ man at, then? ‘Cause I’m right here, and I can see you wantin’ somethin’ real.' He stepped closer, his scent—raw, masculine, intoxicating—hitting me like a wave. 'I don’t play neither, Cat. I take. And I’m thinkin’ you need to be taken.'

My heart pounded, my body betraying me as I felt a dampness grow between my legs. I should’ve stepped back, called Galen, done anything but stand there, frozen, as his massive hand reached out to tilt my chin up. 'Tell me you don’t want this, shorty,' he growled, his tiny eyes burning into mine. 'Tell me, and I’ll back off.'

I opened my mouth to protest, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, my breath hitched, my chest heaving as his thumb brushed my lower lip. The air crackled, thick with tension, and I knew—God help me—I was seconds from crumbling. His other hand slid to my waist, pulling me against the hard wall of his body, and I felt something monstrous press against my stomach. My eyes widened. Was that…?

'Yeah, that’s all me, baby,' he rasped, reading my shock. 'Fifteen inches of pure heat, and I’m ‘bout to show you what you been missin’.' My mind screamed no, but my body was already arching into him, desperate, as his lips crashed down toward mine, promising an explosion I couldn’t resist.