Wren
I was about to text you. Grace just left. I’m in Room 352.
Eli
Be right there.
I hauled ass to the elevator and pressed the call button, holding my hands over my half-mast cock. Damn it, these joggers showed everything. Tapping my sneakered foot, I glared at the floor indicator.
When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, I slipped past Nick, who was stepping out.
“Hey, where’re you going?” He grabbed my forearm.
“Uh…” I pushed on the door to keep it open. What the hell could I tell him? Wren and I weren’t a secret, but I wasn’t sure what the policy was. “I’m going to walk some hallways. I’ve got some nerves to shake off.” Would he buy it?
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Okay, Dawson. Whatever you say.” He patted my arm. “Whoever you’re going to see, I hope they calm those nerves.” With a soft cackle, he sauntered into the lobby.
With a grumble, I entered the elevator and hit the button for the third floor. Fucking hell, news would spread like wildfire once he got wind of me and Wren. It was bound to happen.
As I reached Wren’s floor, I jogged to the sign with the roomnumber directions and hitched to the left. He was close. I strutted through the hallway, my balls aching. Hell, I wasn’t holding anything back tonight. We had a room with a damn bed.
As I stopped at his room and lifted my hand to knock, the door flew open and Wren yanked my arm, heaving me into the room.
“Goddamn, Eli, I want you so fucking bad.” He slammed me against the wall, thrusting his solid dick against mine, his mouth claiming me with harsh kisses.
I let him ravage me, losing myself to his stinging bites on my lip, my neck and my collarbone. “Fuck yeah, Wren. Have at me.” He’d always been a little wild in bed, and I’d missed it. Leaning against the wall, I slapped my hands on his ass and thrust into him, the pressure and friction sparking pleasure through my body.
He pinched my nipple through my shirt and dropped to his knees, shoving the band of my joggers and underwear down. As my hard cock bobbed in his face, he swallowed it all down.
“Oh hell,” I rasped, as a shudder of sensation rolled over me. He wasn’t wasting any time. I peeked toward the beds. “Wren…the bed.” I wasn’t sure which one was his, but I was sure he’d show me.
As he sucked me hard and fast, he hummed.
Pleasure blasted up my spine. “Fuck.” Clutching his hair, I pulled him off me. This was great, butthe fucking bed. “Wren.”
His dark gaze met mine, his pupils blown. “What, you’re turning down a blow job?”
“No, but…” Had I ruined the moment? “Um…” I tilted my head toward the beds.
“Hold on.” He grabbed my hand, hauled me into the room, and then stripped, tossing his clothing on the floor.
Monitoring him, I shucked off my shirt and dropped my underwear and joggers, kicking them off.
As a wicked grin spread across his mouth, he patted the bed on the right. “You first.”
“Sure.” What did he have in mind now? I crawled onto the bed and lay on my back.
In a heartbeat, he was on me, his body hovering over mine, then dropped, our hot cocks slotting together, his body writhing. “Fuck yeah, even better.” Spreading his legs around mine, he rutted against me and took my mouth in heated kisses.
I wasn’t sure what happened to the blowjobs, but I wouldn’t complain. Being able to kiss him and feel his skin against mine was more intimate. We needed this. Slanting my mouth over his, I snuck my tongue deep inside his mouth while rocking my hips. As his dick pulsed against mine, a shock of pleasure struck me. I broke the kisses, panting. “More, Wren. I need more.” Hell, would he let me fuck him tonight?
“Yes, more.” Leaving me for a moment, he fumbled through the nightstand drawer and produced a bottle of lube. “I came prepared for…well, something.” With a coy grin, he squirted some on his fingers and reached between us, lubing both our cocks. “There, that’s better.”
“It sure is.” As he climbed over me again, I slapped the round muscles of his ass and thrust against him, our slick cocks gliding against each other. Sensation heated my skin, and my balls tingled. “Fuck yeah, Wren.” I buried my nose in his neck and nibbled the sensitive flesh while squeezing his ass cheeks.
He shuddered and groaned. “So good, so fucking good.” Slipping his hand between us, he rolled to the side and fisted both our dicks. “I love feeling your hard cock on mine. It’s been so long.”
“Too long.” As I rolled my hips, my dick skimmed his while he pumped them. Tension coiled inside me, ready to burst. I didn’t want it to end already. “Slower, Wren.” He’d come on so strong earlier.
