“Mmm,” Lo hums.
“Sometimes I get dragged out and, if she’s not a creep, I’ll dance for a song or two before they come out to pull me into the group and yeah, we end up dancing for a while. But there are also those that I refuse to go near, and it takes a different kind of rescue call.”
Lo huffs. “Yep, I know the kind.”
We don’t speak as we walk through the hotel lobby. Finally, there’s no more yelling at reception. Probably because they’ve more than double booked their rooms and therefore there’s no one checking in.
Our silence continues into the elevator. The air feels charged. Like it’s crackling between us. My dick is pressed against the zipper of my pants painfully, and every inch of my body feels sensitive.
The hall is quiet as we walk to our room. I feel like we’re running. Racing. Finally, we’re standing in front of our door and Lo uses his keycard to open it. I step inside and turn, waiting for him to close it. He doesn’t let it slam. Once it’s shut, he throws all the extra locks before turning to me.
We stare at each other in the dim light. A beat passes. Two. I’m not sure which of us moves first. Likely both. On the third beat, we practically lunge at each other. Our mouths collide almost painfully as we begin tearing at the other’s clothes right there in front of the door.
He bites my lip. I suck on his tongue. He scratches my back. I dig my fingers into his ass. We struggle and fumble as we try to get undressed without breaking the kiss, while simultaneously touching everywhere. It takes us longer than it would have if we’d just stripped first.
I try to back into the room, but Lo pulls me into the bathroom first.
“I have plans and I need you squeaky clean, Caulder,” he says as he shoves me into the shower.
A moment of trepidation shudders through me, but the shock of the cold water on my skin makes me jump. I yank Lo under the water so he can also enjoy the icy touch. He shivers violently, but then we’re kissing again. Groping. Running our hands everywhere.
I don’t wash him, but his hands move over me with soap from the pump on the wall. I’m not sure if he actually got the body wash. There’s a chance he could be cleaning me with hair conditioner.
He’s thorough as he implied he was going to be, but I’m not at all convinced he’s taking his time for the sole purpose of making sure I’m clean. Not with the way he fondles my balls, presses against my taint repeatedly, strokes my dick over and over, and definitely washes my crack. His finger pressing teasingly against my hole makes my dick leak.
I have no concept of how much time passes. We don’t run out of hot water, which means they have a damn good water heating system or we’re not in the shower as long as I think we are. When we finally get out, we don’t bother drying. We stumble into the room, nearly tripping over our discarded clothes on the way, and fall onto the bed.
Lo doesn’t leave me for lube and condoms, so I’m at least confident he’s not going to try to go right to sex. Which means I have time to decide how I feel about it. I mean, I barely know this guy. But then again, who says I have to marry the first guy I have sex with? This isn’t the nineteen-thirties.
He pushes me up the bed, his hand under my ass as he drags me with him. Then his wet, hard body is on mine and we’re both groaning as we rub together. The sweet friction of our dicksrubbing, grinding. I expect to stay like this, so I’m surprised when his mouth comes off mine and he says in the sexiest husky voice, “Roll over.”
My breath catches. I remind myself he didn’t get lube or a condom, so I adjust until I’m on my stomach.
His hand moves across my ass, feeling me, gripping my ass cheeks. He spreads them apart. My face heats but Lo groans. “So fucking pretty,” he mutters.
A shiver races down my spine.
“Frog for me. Get this ass up a little.”
I adjust, spreading my legs and bending my knees. My back arches at the base, bringing my ass into the air a bit. Angling it to his face.
His hands remain on me, and my face continues to burn. There’s something unnerving, unsettling, and sexy as fuck showing someone your asshole. This isn’t a prostate exam. This isn’t a health screening. This man is looking at my ass for entirely sexual reasons.
Not just my ass. My hole.
Lo’s finger traces along my crack, barely brushing over said hole. He presses his finger into my taint again and I twitch. When his fingers come back up, he presses against my hole. “Sexy,” he murmurs.
A moment goes by where he does nothing else except move the pad of his thumb over my hole. Just touching me. Not pressing, not teasing. Just touching me.
His hand leaves, and the bed shifts. Then his face is between my cheeks and before I have time to become embarrassed, his mouth is on my hole. A choked sound leaves my throat as I grip the bedding. He laps at me, much like his finger had been moving. Petting me with his tongue.
It doesn’t last long before he presses his face in further and his tongue is a lot more persistent. Pressing and pushing, trying to break in, as his teeth skim my sensitive flesh.
The sounds that leave my mouth don’t sound human. I press my face into the bed, trying to keep my guttural noises quiet. His hands gripping my cheeks move in closer to my crack, spreading them wider.
I nearly yelp when he somehow buries his face in my ass.
There’s something almost disturbing about it. Itshouldn’tbe hot or sexy or feel good, right? I mean, it’s an ass. But fuck, nothing has ever hit home quite like this.
