I reached out tentatively, my fingers brushing against his chest first, feeling the crisp hair there, the solid muscle underneath. He was so different from Tommy… broader, harder, more substantial in every way. His body was built for work and strength while Tommy… well, he’d been built for show like a prize-winning poodle. I let my hand trail down Diego’s stomach, following that tantalizing line of hair until my fingers wrapped around his cock.
Diego hissed through his teeth, his eyes closing briefly. “Fuck, Hayden.”
I’d never heard my name sound like that before -rough and desperate and full of need. It sent a bolt of heat straight through me, and I tightened my grip slightly, earning another sharp intake of breath from him.
“You like that?” I asked, surprised by how husky my own voice sounded. I stroked him slowly, marveling at the weight and heat of him in my palm. He was thick and uncut, and I could feel him pulse against my fingers.
“Christ, yes,” he groaned, his hips pushing forward into my touch. “But if you keep doing that, this is gonna be over embarrassingly fast.”
I looked up at him through my lashes, feeling a surge of confidence at seeing this cocky cowboy completely undone by my touch. “Would that be so bad?”
His laugh was breathless. “Hell no, but I’ve got plans for you first.” Before I could ask what kind of plans, his hands were at my belt buckle, fingers working with practiced efficiency. “These jeans need to go. Now.”
I nodded frantically, helping him with the button and zipper, my hands shaking slightly from anticipation. He pushed the denim down my hips along with my underwear, and I kicked them aside, suddenly very aware that I was now completely naked and pressed against Diego in the doorway of the hotel bathroom.
Diego’s eyes raked over me, his gaze so heated I could almost feel it like a physical touch. The way he looked at me like I was something to be savored, not just consumed, made my heart stutter in my chest.
“Damn, Freckles,” he breathed, his voice rough as sandpaper. “You’re even prettier than I imagined.”
I should have felt exposed, vulnerable, but the hunger in his eyes made me feel powerful instead. I reached for him again, but he caught my wrists, pinning them gently against the door frame above my head.
“Not yet,” he murmured against my throat. “I want to lookat you first.”
His free hand traced a path down my chest, fingers dancing across my skin like he was mapping territory. When he brushed over my nipple, I arched into his touch with a gasp.
“Sensitive,” he noted with a wicked smile. “Good to know.”
He leaned down and replaced his fingers with his mouth, teeth grazing the hardened peak before soothing it with his tongue. I writhed against him, my cock sliding against his hip, leaving a slick trail of pre-cum on his skin.
“Diego, please,” I whimpered, not even caring how needy I sounded.
He released my wrists and grabbed my hips instead, aligning our bodies so our cocks pressed together. The feeling of him hot and hard against me drew a moan from deep in my chest.
“Like this?” he asked, grinding against me in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
“God, yes,” I panted, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders.
One of his hands slid between us, wrapping around both our cocks together. The feeling of his calloused palm and the silky heat of his erection against mine nearly buckled my knees. His foreskin slid deliciously against my sensitive head with each stroke, creating a sensation I’d never experienced before.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, his forehead pressed against mine, our breath mingling. “So fucking good, Hayden.”
I couldn’t form words anymore, just incoherent sounds of pleasure as he worked us both in his hand. His thumb swiped over the heads of our cocks on each upstroke, spreading our combined pre-cum to ease the friction.
My fingers dug into his tattooed shoulder, probably hard enough to leave marks, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, it spurred him on, his strokes becoming faster, more insistent.
“That’s it, Freckles,” he encouraged, his voice strained. “Let me hear you.”
I was close…embarrassinglyclose, but I couldn’t bring myself tocare. Not when Diego was looking at me like that, his dark eyes half-lidded but intense, watching every flicker of pleasure cross my face.
“I’m gonna—” I tried to warn him, but the words dissolved into a choked moan as Diego twisted his wrist just right. I came with shocking intensity, my release pulsing between us, coating his hand and both our cocks.
“Fuck, yes,” Diego hissed, his rhythm faltering as he watched me fall apart. “God, you’re beautiful when you cum.”
I was still trembling through the aftershocks when I felt him tense against me, his cock throbbing alongside mine as he followed me over the edge with a deep groan that I felt rumble through his chest. His cum mixed with mine, hot and slick between our bodies.
For a long moment, we just stood there, panting against each other, his forehead pressed to mine. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest, matching the frantic pace of my own.
“Jesus Christ,” I finally managed, my voice sounding wrecked even to my own ears.
