This guy has me hot and bothered in a way I haven’t felt for a very long time.
I don’t even know how long we’ve been sitting here, but I suddenly realize we’re the last two in the bar. As much as I’m enjoying talking with Matt, what I would enjoy even more is getting him upstairs to my suite and peeling him out of his gorgeous suit so I can have my very wicked way with him.
“So,” I say, leaning forward and catching his eye. “Looks like we’re the last two party animals closing this place down. Would you be interested in… getting out of here?” I lick my lips slowly, my meaning unmistakable. “My suite is on the 30th floor. It's got a great view.” I nearly laugh out loud at the ridiculous line, because if he thinks I’m actually inviting him upstairs to admire the view, we are definitely not on the same page. I normally have a little more game, but I’m strangely nervous. Ireallywant him to say yes, and I realize I’m holding my breath while I wait for him to answer.
Matt freezes, a look of panic running across his face before he quickly schools his expression back to neutral. There’s an awkward pause, and for a second I’m certain he’s going to give me the brush off, but he sucks in a deep breath and squares his shoulders.
“Yeah. I’m interested. Let’s go,” he says, and I can feel the smile spread across my face at the same time as heat and liquid desire pool down low in my belly.
We make our way to the elevator in silence after taking care of the tab, and I can feel the tension rolling off him. He mentioned he was going through a divorce earlier, and I don’t want to put pressure on him. Just before we get to my floor, I touch his forearm gently. His breath catches, and he turns to look at me. Those eyes… fuck, I want to drown in his eyes. I can see how nervous he is, but he's also incredibly turned on if his dilated pupils and rapid breathing are any sign.
"Hey, it’s okay," I say softly. I search his face for any sign that he wants an out, but I don’t find one. “If you’re not into this, we don’t have to-” His eyes go wide.
“No! No, it’s fine,” he says, closing his eyes and scrubbing a hand down his face before rubbing the back of his neck, looking down. “I’m sorry, it’s.. been a while is all. I guess that’s obvious.” He gives an embarrassed laugh, and color creeps up the sides of his neck.
“Hey,” I say again, waiting until he meets my eyes before speaking. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you, Matt. Is that okay?” That must have been what he needed to hear, because his shoulders relax, and he nods wordlessly as the elevator dings.
Somehow I get us inside my suite without dropping the damn keycard, and I’m hoping he didn’t notice how much my hands were shaking. I have no idea what’s making me so nervous; hooking up is pretty much my whole way of life, and I’mnevernervous about it. But there’s something about Matt that has me feeling off center.
Once we’re inside, he walks over to the floor to ceiling windows. “Oh, wow,” he murmurs as he takes in the city lights. It really is a spectacular view, but that’s not what I’m interested in at the moment. I kick the door shut and stand behind him, close enough that I can feel his body heat even through our clothes. Reaching out, I slide both my hands around his waist so they’re flat against his abs. Pressing up against his back, he sucks in a sharp breath as I gently graze my nose along the side of his neck. I let my breath flit across his heated skin while I press firmly against him.
“Do you like the view?” I whisper against the skin just behind his ear, then flicking his earlobe with my tongue. His quiet gasp and shiver tell me he’s just as eager for this as I am. Continuing my slow perusal of his neck, I feel like I can smell his arousal. When I finally place my mouth at the place where his neck joins his collarbone and suck, he lets out a moan and I thrust my hips into him so he can feel how hard I am.
He turns in my arms to face me, and I grab his hips, hauling him in close as I grind my mouth onto his. I can taste the scotch on his lips, and he smells vaguely of sandalwood from his soap or cologne or something. As I walk him backwards, he clumsily unbuttons his shirt, and shucks it off his shoulders just as I get him backed up against the glass window. He sucks in a breath, arching his back as his warm skin makes contact with the cold glass. I chuckle. “Too cold for me to fuck you against the glass?” I whisper. “Because I have this vision of turning you around, holding your hands above your head and fucking you until you scream."
He groans, a shudder rolling through him.
“Or maybe,” I continue, moving my hips against his, "I want you on your back, so I can see your face while I fuck you so hard you feel me in your throat.”
He shivers, and starts kissing me even more frantically, fumbling awkwardly with my belt until I cover his hands with mine. Realizing he must not have a lot of experience with hooking up, my confidence returns. If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s take charge in the bedroom.
“Matt,” I whisper, and he looks up at me, his big eyes filled with uncertainty.
“I’m sorry," he starts, but I place a finger to his lips and smile.
“I said I want to take care of you tonight. Will you let me do that?” I whisper.
He swallows again, and I watch his Adam’s apple move before he nods without a word.
I move his hands away from my belt and pull him into me for a gentle kiss, slowing things down for him. A leisurely fuck isn't exactly what I had in mind for tonight, but slow can be fun if you do it right.
Holding one of his hands, I turn to lead him into the bedroom, where we stand at the foot of the bed. Slowly, I undo the buttons of his dress shirt, bringing him in close to me as I push it off his shoulders. His coarse chest hair feels good as I run my hands over him.
Slowly, I lower myself to my knees, glancing up at him with my fingers on his belt, tugging slightly. “May I?” I whisper softly, and he nods, his eyes riveted to me as I methodically undo his belt and push his pants and briefs down together, freeing his thick cock. I ignore it for the moment while I help him out of his shoes and socks, and then slide his pants the rest of the way off. When he’s fully naked, I sit back on my heels, admiring him. He’s slim but not skinny, and a little shorter than average. Perfect size for me, since I like the feeling of being a little bigger than my partners. His dick, on the other hand, is not average sized at all. That thing would still look huge if it was attached to a giant. I lick my lips and swallow, looking up at him. His cheeks are flushed, and I can see his chest rising and falling with his rapid breaths.
I lean in slowly, nuzzling him and taking a deep breath. I stand up slowly, and then push him gently back onto the bed, following him down moments later after I’ve shucked off my own clothes.
He’s lying on his back, his head resting on the pillows while I lie on my side next to him, resting my head on one hand while running the other over his chest, from his collarbone all the way to his dick. He’s softened a little and I want to wind him right back up, but when I start to move so I can take him in my mouth, he stops me, setting a hand on my shoulder. I get concerned when I realize he’s trembling.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, settling back down beside him. “Am I rushing you?”
Matt shakes his head. “No, you’re not doing anything wrong. I just… I’m sorry. I’m nervous.”
I give him an encouraging smile. “It’s okay, babe, you told me it’s been a while. We’ll go slow. I’m good with that.”
He shakes his head, looking positively miserable. “It’s not just that. I’m sorry, I should probably have told you this sooner, but I’ve never been with a man before.”
Chapter 3
