“How’s Chispa?” I ask when we’re in the elevator, more to break the silence than because I want to engage in small talk. His smile as he turns to me is genuine, and I can see he’s pleased I asked about her. “And the others as well, of course,” I add quickly, but for the life of me I can’t remember their names, and I only really met Chispa.
“She’s good, they all are,” he says and gives a slight laugh. He casually places his hand on my lower back as we leave the elevator and he guides me towards his room. Just having his hand on me fires up my desire again, and I forget my annoyance from earlier. I’m determined to enjoy myself again.
This time when we enter his suite I don’t stand and stare. Instead, I take off my trainers and start pulling off my clothes, throwing them onto an elegant nearby chair. He again toes off his shoes, goes to the dresser, and gets out the lube before pulling out his phone and putting some music on. Not classical this time but quite soulful. He has interesting tastes. Fully naked, I approach him and start unbuttoning his shirt. He lets me, and a couple of times I glance at him and he’s watching me with dark eyes under lowered lashes. I push his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms onto the floor, then I trace my fingers over his skin, feeling it shiver slightly at my touch. I unbutton his trousers, wanting to see his dick again, but thistime I want to touch it and taste it. As I free his long cock from his underpants, I can’t help but hum my delight, and it bounces in response, a bead of precum forming at the tip.
“It likes you,” Andrés rasps.
“I like it too,” I say and drop to my knees. I trace my tongue round the head and over the tip, enjoying how he hisses with an intake of breath. I suck the end into my mouth, increasing the pressure of my lips until I’m most of the way down his shaft. I tongue at the veins and then pull back, catching my teeth round the head, and he groans. I repeat the action a few more times, and he gets harder and starts thrusting each time I pause, each thrust getting a little wilder and more erratic. Suddenly he pushes on my forehead and tries to pull back.
“Simon, not yet,” he pleads, and I pop off the end and grin at him, saliva dripping off my chin. I was enjoying myself but I don’t want it to end yet either. He guides me back to my feet with an almost feral look in his eyes.
“My turn,” he says huskily and practically throws me onto the bed, grabbing my hips and turning me over. He pulls me towards him and then licks down my back. He brushes his lips across where I know I have a small mole—it feels almost like a kiss—and then he sinks his teeth into my arse cheek.
“Fuck!” It’s surprise more than hurt that causes the outburst, but it feels so good. He licks across the spot.
“Too much?” he whispers, and I shake my head.
“No, do it again,” I say and brace myself, leaning into the bloom of pain and moaning as he bites the other side before licking it again. He nips and licks each side in turn, spreading my cheeks and working towards my crease. I widen my knees andpush back, opening myself further, desperate for him to reach my pucker. He takes his time, teasing me, and when his tongue finally traces round my hole, my knees almost buckle and I nearly come straight away.
“Urrrngh,” I utter when his tongue pushes inside. Coherent speech or thought is beyond me. He licks and thrusts, nips and sucks, his tongue teasing me one minute and fucking me the next. I have no clue what day it is, or which way is up. I just exist in the warm wetness of him thoroughly eating my hole. My own dick is leaking precum in strings. It feels heavy and my balls draw up.
“No, not now,” I almost sob. I shift and support my weight on one elbow, grabbing my dick and squeezing hard, pushing down to try to stave off the orgasm that threatens to engulf me.
“You can come if you need to, cutie,” Andrés breaks his connection with my arse long enough to whisper.
“But I want your dick,” I whine as he licks across my already sensitive pucker.
“Oh, I’m still gonna fill you up, cutie pie. You’re still gonna feel my dick.”
He probes me again with his tongue, gently this time, and I lean into each delightful touch. I move my hand to stroke my cock in a long slow rhythm and push back onto his face. It’s his low guttural moan that pushes me over the edge, and I come hard, spurting cum over the bed between my knees.
Andrés places a kiss on each of my arse cheeks as I kneel with my face resting on the bed, trying to recover my breath. A cold, lubed finger grazes my hole, and I twitch with the suddenness ofthe contrast to his tongue. I’m sensitive but it’s also soothing. He takes it away and I feel its loss.
“Please, I want this,” I say through dry lips. A warm strong hand smooths down my back and then his finger is back. He breaches me, knuckle deep, and twists. As he strokes across my prostate, I gasp, and my dick, which had already shot a load I’d not thought possible, starts to fill again. He adds another finger, slowly opening me up ready for him. He grazes across my bundle of nerves again, and I lift my head from the bed and raise myself onto my hands. He withdraws his fingers, and while I want his dick, I hate the loss of them. I feel his tip nudge me and I brace for the burn, but the wonderful feeling of fullness as he sinks into me is stronger, and I sigh in relief. I’ve never felt so full, and I love it. He doesn’t go at the same pace as yesterday. Instead, it’s slow and steady and deep. His hands roam over my skin, warm and strong.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, as he caresses my back, and I hum, preening a little. He holds my waist and sinks back, pulling me with him. With one arm he catches me around the chest and plasters my back to his front. The other hand wraps round my cock.
“Come for me again, Simon.” The way he says my name swirls down my spine, and I thrust into his hand. “That’s it, Simon, I wanna feel you come. I want your pretty tight hole to grip me. Do that for me, Simon.” He draws out my name, making it sound special, and I can’t hold on any longer. I spill all over his hand. He holds my hips, pumping into me a couple of times before he comes too. My shoulders sag forward and he rests a sweaty forehead against my back, but I don’t have the energy to move as he lays me down gently. As I feel him slip out and as the slack rubber of the condom slides across my thigh, I wonder whatit would feel like to go bare. I’m boneless and can’t even open my eyes when he fetches a warm damp cloth and cleans me up, gently wiping it across my skin. I know I need to leave and go back to my room. He returns from the bathroom and lies down beside me, as I turn my head his way and blink my eyes open to look at him. He’s looking at me with an expression I can’t read. I take a few deep breaths and start to rise.
“I should go,” I croak and push myself up to sitting.
“Please stay,” he says, and I look down at him, stretched out naked on the bed.
“I can’t. I shouldn’t even be here now. I can’t stay the night,” I say and he smiles, negating my protest.
“Tell me, how is your room? Is it warm? Is the bed comfortable? Wouldn’t you rather stay in my big warm bed?”
My room is none of those things. The narrow bed is unappealing right now, and it’s relatively warm, but not quite enough for lying around without clothes. But even though I don’t feel like moving, and his bed does look comfortable to sleep in, he’s still a guest. And I’m staff, and this is just a hookup, so staying isn’t an option.
“I have to be up early.” I try a different tactic.
He raises himself up onto one elbow.
“I have horses; I’m also up early. So how early are we talking?”
“Four thirty,” I say. It’s not true, I don’t have to be up that early, but I want to make it clear this is a bad idea. His eyes flicker for only a moment before he smiles.
“That’s fine by me.”
