I pause and then lean down and kiss a slow path up his inner thigh, stopping in the same place as my fingers, just at the edge of his briefs. “I’ll go turn on the water?” I ask softly, my breath warm against his skin.
He lets out a sigh that sounds content and relaxed, and he nods. “Yeah.”
“Perfect.” I rub his leg gently as I stand up, and then I turn and head into the bathroom, grabbing my duffle bag on the way.
The bathroom is as impressive as the rest of our hotel room, though I’m much more interested in getting the shower going for my boyfriend than I am in admiring the size and elegance of the room. I do, however, take a few seconds while I’m adjusting the water temperature to appreciate just how much space we’re going to have in the massive walk-in shower.
After I get the water turned on, I fish out the small bottle of lube I brought with us, just in case, and stick it on a shelf in the shower. I undress myself down to my briefs, and I’m about to head back out to the bedroom when Nico’s hands smooth up along my back and then down around my waist. His lips brush my shoulder.
I groan. “I was just coming to get you.”
“Mmm, you were taking too long.”
I turn around, and he grins at me, then stretches up and captures my lips in a searing kiss. He doesn’t waste any time. Both of his hands slip down under my briefs to grip my ass, and he tows our hips together. I groan as I feel him—his cock hard and hot.
“God, Nico...” I mumble against his mouth. My own arousal is straining in my briefs now, and he rocks against me with a moan. His hands push downward, taking my briefs with them, and then he’s stroking my dick and exploring my mouth with his tongue.
It’s all fast and hot. Heat and desire and—god, my heart’s racing and my toes are curling.
I moan some other nonsense words as I tear my lips away from his, breathing hard. “I thought you were tired?” I rasp, trying desperately to hold myself together.
There’s a puff of warmth on my neck as he laughs lightly. “Maybe I’m nottootired.”
His hand pumps slowly up and down my cock, and his thumbbrushes over the head, sending a jolt through me.
“Fuck,” I hiss, unable to stop the curse from slipping out. Some other pathetic sound leaves my lips as he repeats the motion with his thumb, and he laughs again.
“You like that?” His lips flutter kisses along my collarbone, the heat making my knees weak.
Rather than answer him, I let my hands shift to his hips and then hook my fingers under the waistband of his briefs. His hand slows on my dick, and he releases me as I inch his briefs down.
I lower my eyes to watch his cock spring free. He’s rigid, his erection on full display before me, almost begging me to swallow him up. With a groan, I kneel, sliding his briefs down all the way to his ankles. He steps out as I grip the base of his shaft, and his hands settle on my shoulders, squeezing me insistently when I take his tip into my mouth.
It’s divine. Perfect. And I lap him up, teasing my tongue along his slit. The moan he lets out is positively obscene, and he follows it with another few choice curses as his body shudders.
I wanted to take my time with him, teasing him while we showered together, touching him everywhere, maybe fingering him again before making him come. But when his fingers run through my hair and he moans my name, I’m too eager to make him feel good now.
One hand on his thigh to steady myself and the other slowly moving down to cup his balls, I take him in all the way to the back of my throat. My tongue plays along the underside of his cock, and I hold there for as long as I can stand it. He’s writhing and moaning and panting my name by the time I slide my mouth up and then back down, and he groans as his hips buck forward, thrusting himself into my mouth. Again, I hold there, the head of his cock at the back of my throat.
“A-Alex, Alex, fuck, that’s—” he whines, cutting himselfoff with another rough, raspy moan.
I can feel my own cock leaking, and I shift one hand to stroke myself as I move the other to his ass, gripping tightly. I bob my head and work my tongue around him as I jerk myself, slowly building the pace to exactly what I know he wants. And it’s not long until he’s got both hands on my shoulders again, and he’s tugging me up.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he pants. “Come up here. Please.”
I pop off of him, which elicits another groan, but then he’s tugging me up again. I release myself and wipe the spit off my mouth as I stand. His hand immediately takes mine, and he pulls me toward the shower.
“Nico, what are you—”
“Trust me,” he says, and he opens up the glass door, releasing a warm puff of steam, and pulls me in with him.
Before I know what’s happening, he pushes me up against the flat, warm tile, pressing his body against mine. The water’s hitting his back, rivulets sluicing down his chest, and he grins, then leans in and kisses me, reaching out to the side at the same time. His shaft rubs against mine, and I close my eyes as I slip my hand between us. With a groan, he pulls back and shakes his head.
“Wait. Here.” He’s holding the bottle of lube, and he pops the top and then drizzles the liquid down between us. “There.”
He rocks his hips so his cock rubs against mine, slicking it up with lube, and I moan and tilt my head back against the wall.
“God, that’s perfect.” I reach between us again as he sets the lube back on the shelf and then positions himself just right. Sliding my hand down his cock first, I spread the slippery liquid over him. His breath catches, and I grin.
