“Our room is confirmed, but they had to move us to a sister hotel. Some problems with the plumbing in the bathroom or something. The other location is just outside town. They texted the address.”
We sat down to eat, and I served David a tall stack of pancakes with a drizzle of honey on top. I was quite proud of how they looked, fluffy, with streaks of pink from the strawberry chunks I added to the batter.
“Mmm, wow, these are amazing.” David was visibly enjoying his breakfast, and I had to admit they did taste good. While I was more used to the taste of the maple syrup, I couldn’t deny the richness of the honey proved to be an excellent choice.
We made light conversation about the lack of pancake options available in Portuguese cafés while we finished our breakfast and drank our coffee.
I was chewing my last bite of pancake when my eyes met David’s. He was looking at me, his eyes half-lidded with lust as though he wanted to be that final piece of pancake. He ran a finger on his plate, picking up a smudge of honey and a bit of strawberry. His hand came toward my mouth, his thumb on my chin, coaxing me to open up so he could put his honey-coated finger in.
I sucked, my tongue swirling around the tip of his finger, reminding him of what I could do with that same tongue and a different part of his anatomy. His eyes went dark, and in a swift movement with his other hand, he pulled me onto his lap and replaced his finger with his mouth. My cock was already showing interest before. Now, it was all the way hard and pressing against him. I was starting to begrudge clothing.
I rolled my hips against David’s, trying to get more pressure to relieve my need. Our mouths were making love to each other as though they couldn’t bear to be apart.
“David?” I heard the voice and a jingle of keys coming from the door, and I felt David freeze under me.
“Merda,” he said, pushing me away so forcefully I nearly fell on the floor. Fortunately, my chair was close enough that I was able to land on it and avoid an embarrassing fall.
“David?” I heard Teresa sing as she came into the kitchen looking down at the two heavy carrier bags in her arms. “Oh, there you are. Didn’t you hear me ringing the bell?” she asked distractedly.
“Oh, um…the doorbell is broken. I haven’t had the time to fix it.”
Teresa unpacked a few items onto the counter and finally looked at both of us.
“Good morning, Joel. I’m so sorry to interrupt your breakfast,” she said, looking at our empty plates and coffee cups. “I wanted to catch you before you left. I brought you some sandwiches for the trip and some pastries and drinks.”
Teresa gave me a quick hug and kissed David before she left us. “Have fun, boys. I’ll want to know all about it when you get back. Be careful on the road.”
And in the same whirlwind she arrived, Teresa left the apartment.
