I grab the sides of his face and push him up against the door while I delve my tongue into his mouth, tasting the spicy hint of whiskey as I explore every part of him I can reach.
He wraps his arms around me, gripping the back of my neck before sliding his hands into my hair and pulling hard enough to sting.
Iloveit.
I grab his hips, holding on to him tightly. Our kisses are long and deep, and I never want it to stop. I want to live in this moment forever, feeling only the sensations of his hard cock against mine, the hot skin of his back under my hands, and his spicy, woodsy scent filling my nose.
I wrench my mouth off his, panting as I stare into his eyes, which have darkened with desire.
Swallowing hard, I toss all my inhibitions to the wind and blurt out what I need from him. “I want to fuck you. But it won’t be sweet or tender. I want to fuck you hard. Tell me now if that’s not okay.”
His expression turns wicked, his mouth turning up in a feral smile. “Do your worst. Take what you need from me. I’ve got you.”
I swallow again at his words, my chest tightening.Oh God.
“Do you know the traffic light system?” he asks. "Safe words?"
I’m not overly familiar with the BDSM lifestyle, but I’ve read enough to know what he’s talking about. "Yeah, I think so," I answer breathlessly. "If you say 'red', everything stops, no questions asked, 'yellow' means we need to stop or slow down and 'green' means everything is fine, keep going."
He nods, looking at me, his eyes piercing. "That's right. Remember either one of us can safe-word anytime for any reason. Are you alright with that?"
I nod again, licking my lips. “Yeah. What color are you right now?” I ask, and he cocks an eyebrow at me.
“Very, very green.”
“Thank fuck,” I mutter, crushing my mouth back down onto his as I pull his shirt free from his dress pants, tearing it open roughly. Buttons fly everywhere, but I don’t give a shit, desperate to get to what’s underneath.
I moan into his mouth as I explore the lean, hard planes of his chest. His skin is hot under my hands as I slide them over the taut muscles of his abdomen, loving the rough texture of his happy trail.
I pull him off the door and turn us, not breaking our kiss as I guide us deeper into the suite.
Once we're next to the bed, I tear my mouth off his, panting as I work open his pants. He sucks in a sharp breath when I shovemy hand into his briefs, grasping his cock firmly and stroking it before letting go to push his pants down.
I lick my lips as he steps out of the crumpled trousers and stands naked before. I bite down on my lip, stifling a groan as I admire him. He’s compact but lean, all hard muscle and chest hair. His heavy cock juts out proudly from a thatch of dark curls, straining toward me. God, he's like a wet dream.
I frantically tear off my own clothes and push him roughly onto the bed, following him down and covering his body with mine. I slam my mouth back down on his, tangling our tongues together.
I roll my hips against his, sliding my cock against his as I groan, loving how his hard length feels against mine. He grips my ass and lifts his hips off the bed to meet my thrusts.
“Jesus,” I mutter between feverish kisses. “You feel so good.”
Our mouths battle for control, tongues dueling and teeth nipping. His cock swells and a growl of need escapes me.
I finally force myself to pull away, tearing my mouth away from his, panting heavily. His eyes are heavy-lidded and full of lust.
I press hot, open-mouthed kisses down his neck, nipping at his pulse point before trailing lower, down his chest and across his pecs. I flick my tongue over a flat nipple before taking it into my mouth and biting down.
He sucks in a breath and grips my hair, tugging hard. I moan at the sharp pain mixed with pleasure before continuing lower, intent on tasting every inch of him.
Thankfully, there's a travel-sized bottle of lube I tossed into the drawer beside the bed last night after jerking off in an unsuccessful attempt to get a decent night's sleep. Martin watches me as I reach over and fumble in the drawer, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"That's convenient," he quips with a little smile when I triumphantly produce the lube.
I grin at him. "Yeah, well I was a Boy Scout, after all. Always believe in being prepared."
He chuckles as I slick up my fingers, adding a generous amount to my aching cock before returning my attention to him.
I gently push his legs apart, my eyes locking with his as I slowly drag my fingers through his crease and then push one inside him. He sucks in a sharp breath, his body tensing for a moment before he relaxes as I work my finger in and out of his body. I add another, and he rocks down onto my hand, seeking more.
