Steel took Jackson’s hand, following the hotel manager through the lobby. Jackson had never seen anything like it. Sleek, modern, and sophisticated came to his mind immediately. Oh, Logan would love this, he mused, taking in the grey striated marble floor, mirrored reception desk, and pale grey and soft taupe chairs scattered around the lobby. From the black marbled walls to the floor-to-ceiling glass windows everything was monochromatic except for accents of color from large murals of ancient Rome. Eventually arriving at a private elevator, they were whisked upward to their floor.
Getting out, the hotel manager handed Steel a key and said, “This is a private elevator for this suite only.” Walking over to a set of gleaming wooden double doorsand, with the click of a keycard, the manager opened them, standing aside.
Steel led Jackson into a living room with floor-to-ceiling windows framing a sweeping panorama of San Francisco Bay. Jackson stopped short. His heart nearly stopped. Steel and the hotel manager were talking, but he heard nothing. He was simply overwhelmed by everything.Oh, my gods, wait until Logan hears about this!
Chapter 33
Jackson heard the door to the suite lock; suddenly Steel was behind him, his mate’s hard cock nestling between his cheeks.
“Now, where were we?” queried Steel, reaching down to unzip Jackson’s pants. He pulled out his mate’s cock, slowly tugging it, using Jackson’s pre-cum as a lubricant. “Well, I see someone was a good boy,” Steel crooned into Jackson’s ear. “Too bad… I was so looking forward to punishing you. I’ll have to save that for another time.”
Jackson moaned, unable to do anything except tremble in his mate’s arms. The sensations of Steel’s hand on his cock, his mate’s iron rod grinding against his ass, along with the promise of a future punishment was too much for Jackson to bear. Shouting Steel’s name, he shot his cum all over his mate’s hand. Breathing in short gasps, he leaned back against Steel’s chest, thankful his mate had a firm grip on him since his legs were trembling violently and he was in danger of falling.
Steel lifted Jackson into his arms, carrying him to the bedroom.
Jackson felt himself lowered gently onto the bed, his mate murmuring words of love.
Then, Steel took off his mate’s shoes and pants before getting a warm, wet washcloth from the bathroom, running it over Jackson’s cock and belly. He leaned down, pushing Jackson’s shirt up over his baby bump before kissing and licking every inch of it. Rising to his feet, he undid Jackson’s light-blue, button-down, pulling his mate’s arms from the sleeves, one at a time, before removing his shirt. Finally, he stood back, his eyes examining Jackson from head to toe, noting withpleasure that his mate’s cock was ready to play some more.
Jackson stared up at Steel’s face which was filled with heat, desire, and lust. Shivering at the intense emotion he saw there; he wanted his mate to fuck him so hard and so fast he’d feel it tomorrow. Jackson bit his lower lip, lazily stroking his newly hardened cock while continuing to gaze at his mate’s face. With his other hand, he gripped Steel’s cock, stroking it in time to his own. Jackson saw Steel’s eyes darken to obsidian as they bore into his. Trembling at the series of growls rising from his mate’s chest, Jackson knew he was going to get the fuck of a lifetime.
Tossing a bottle of lube he’d placed on the nightstand onto the bed, Steel followed, kneeling between Jackson’s legs. Pushing aside his mate’s hands, he commanded, “This is mine tonight!” His hand circling Jackson’s cock with his fingers, teasing it with soft, easy strokes.
Jackson began to thrust his hips trying to gain the friction and speed he needed to come again.
Steel would have none of that. Using one hand to still Jackson’s hips, he rasped, “Stop moving or you won’t come tonight, understand?” Stopping the tease of his mate’s cock, he could see Jackson was beside himself—his need so desperate he could only toss his head from side to side as he tried to answer.
But Steel remained frozen, demanding a verbal answer from Jackson. Finally, when his mate sobbed a faint, “Yes, I understand,” Steel resumed his cock teasing while lowering his mouth to Jackson’s balls. He sucked and circled them with his tongue until he ended up at Jackson’s puckered hole, rimming it before stiffening his tongue and breaching it. As he tongued-fucked his mate,he synchronized his thrusts with the movement of his hand on Jackson’s cock.
Jackson was keening as he held still, his body demanding more but his mate unwilling to give it to him right now. Looking for relief from the passion consuming his body and soul, Jackson’s head kept tossing and his hands grasped the coverlet. Finally, he was reduced to begging, calling out, “Steel, please, have mercy on me!” Then, nearly senseless, he became overcome by his feelings of need and lust, unable to do anything more than shout out his mate’s name over and over. Finally, his mate gave him what he so badly needed. Jackson felt his legs being bent up and Steel’s cock thrusting into him in one long push. He let out a wild cry that resounded throughout the room.
Halting briefly, Steel gazed at his mate, watching the pleasure roll across the face he loved so much. He pulled out until just his tip was inside, then pushed hard back in. His mate grunted, then yelled, “More! Harder!” Steel ratcheted up the speed of his thrusts. With his cock in the tight channel of his mate, he was consumed with pleasure and knew he’d never get enough of it. Steel became a fucking machine, pounding his mate so hard the bed started to move. But he didn’t slow down—he wanted his mate to savor this all day tomorrow. He wanted to mark his mate in the most intimate way possible between two men. Tomorrow, he wanted to see his mate wince each time he sat down, reminding him of their lovemaking tonight.
Steel felt his balls tighten and tingle signaling he was ready to come. He reached down for his mate’s cock, stroking it hard and fast, whispering in his ear, “Come for me.”
Jackson howled as his cock shot out globs of white cream onto his chest and face. Steel howled in unison with his mate, shooting his passion deep into Jackson. Collapsing on Jackson’s chest, Steel was careful to keep most of his weight supported by his arms and off his mate’s belly. Slowly they came back to earth; their breathing slowed, rapid heartbeats subsided and Steel, pulling out of Jackson, rolled over on his side, and drew his mate into his arms. There, side-by-side, the lovers fell into a deep sleep.
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Steel awoke first, his arms wrapped around Jackson and one of his legs between his mate’s. Sniffing deeply, he caught the scent of last night’s lovemaking encrusted on their bodies—gods, he loved that smell. The session had taken it all out of them both. They’d slept through the night, never even waking to grab dinner.But fuck, it was worth it. The Fates gave him the perfect mate and once again he thought how lucky he was—taking the shortcut home; it was the best decision he’d ever made. Yup, as soon as he spotted Jackson that day, he knew that man was perfect for him.
“You’re perfect for me, too, and yes, I’m really glad you took the shortcut and found me,” Jackson said sleepily, reading Steel’s mind.
“Hey babe, good morning. Did I wake you?”
“Well, actually,” Jackson said, rolling over to face his mate, “it was your growling stomach that woke me. And then I realized I was very hungry, in fact, I’m starving. You’re falling down on your mate responsibilities.”
“Oh, really?” Steel asked, tickling Jackson.
“No, no,” giggled Jackson, “not this morning. I’ll take it back. Please, stop,” he said, struggling to avoid Steel’stickles. “I take it back! You are a superb mate, really,” he said, finally rolling away from his mate’s wicked fingers.
Jackson sat up on the edge of the bed, looking down at his chest. “Ugg, dried cum. I need a shower,” he declared, heading for the bathroom. “Are you joining me?” he asked with a wink, before disappearing through the door.
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After their shower, Steel padded into the living room to await the arrival of their breakfast he’d ordered from room service. After it was delivered, he shouted, “Chow time!”
Jackson emerged from the bedroom, smiling with delight at the big spread on the dining room table. “Hey, thanks, babe. I think I’m moving into my ‘eat a cow at every meal’ phase because I could devour most of this.
