Jake
When Griffin paid for a night at the closest luxury hotel, it told me a few things. One, he was rich enough to afford it. Two, he was classy enough not to be content simply fucking me in the backseat of his car. Both of those things boded well for him, even if he was only a one-night stand. At least he wasn’t some creep who tried to fuck me in the bar’s back alley, or "treat" me to a stay in a crappy roadside motel - both of which had almost happened before.
He remained quiet on the way up to the room, speaking only to the concierge in polite, clipped tones. That was fine by me. I was here to have sex, not a deep conversation. Neither of us really needed to speak, anyway. What we were about to do was an animalistic urge, nothing more. Griffin didn’t have anything to say, and the feeling was mutual.
When we reached the room, he didn’t bother flicking the light on. The back wall was half glass with a stunning view of the city. Light filtered in, illuminating everything in pale blue.
Griffin quickly shimmied out of his coat and blazer. I noticed he bothered to half-fold them before tossing them on the closest chair.
Andrew, polite, cares about his clothes. Businessman of some sort?I mused.Well, whatever. It’s not like it matters anyway.
I didn’t have much time to think about it. Griffin’s breaths were short and husky. Without speaking, I backed up to the bedroom, but my eyes never left his form. A wicked smile played on my lips as I gestured for him to come closer. I liked making alphas think this wastheiridea, instead of the reality - that it was all a game to me, with alphas as puppets, and thatIwas the one pulling their strings.
The white blanket felt taut beneath me as I sat on the edge of the bed. Everything about the hotel room was very formal, very clean. I almost felt bad knowing we were about to make a huge mess out of it.
Griffin scanned my body as he approached. A hungry glint shone in his eyes, mirroring my own. He was objectivelyhot.Scruffy but clean, muscular but not overly buff, handsome all over. Definitely my type, probably more so than the original target I’d picked out at the bar.
Either way, I was getting what I wanted.
To my surprise, Griffin lowered himself to his knees.
He’s treating me first?I thought in amusement.You don’t see that every day.
Usually alphas went straight to fucking - and who would blame them? If I was an alpha and a horny omega lay in front of me with his legs wide open, hell, I’d probably do the same thing. But if Griffin was dead set on blowing me, who was I to say no? I got comfortable and undid my pants for him, ready to enjoy myself.
Soon his large, warm hands were wrapped around my cock. The air in the room felt cool against my hot skin, making me shiver. His breath ghosted across the tip of my cock, an inch away, not touching me.
“Tease,” I grumbled.
To prove his point, he swirled the tip of his tongue on the head of my cock. An electric jolt of pleasure ran through me. I growled and wrapped one leg around the back of his neck, encouraging him to properly begin.
“I don’t have all night,” I told him.
Griffin’s brows raised. “Is that so?” He grazed his teeth gently across my shaft and I had to swallow a whimper. “Then I shouldn’t take my time with you, then?”
“You can take your timewithmy cock in your mouth,” I said. “How’s that compromise?”
In the darkness, I saw the glint of his teeth as he grinned. “Fine by me.”
Griffin dropped the torture and finally enveloped my cock with his lips. Lazy warmth oozed through my body. I sighed and leaned back on the bed, letting this alpha pleasure me with his tongue. I’d made the right choice with him, after all.
The room filled with wet sounds and quiet moans. With a hotel this upscale, the bed hardly creaked beneath me, and I figured the walls were soundproofed as well. I was able to keep it together for now, but if Griffin kept this up, I knew I’d be glad for the soundproofing later tonight, because I wasnotgood at shutting my mouth when I got fucked into the mattress.
Griffin moved his head up. He had about half my cock in his mouth. He was savoring it - another fun surprise. Usually when alphas pleasured me, it was quick and rough, no tenderness or attention to detail. But Griffin was taking it slow, with no rush in his movements, like he was actuallyenjoyinggiving me head.
I moaned and encouraged him by running my fingers through his hair. In response, he took me up to my balls. The sound that spilled out of me was unholy - and I wasveryglad for the soundproofing. I even heard Griffin chuckle a bit, but I didn’t care enough to be embarrassed. His lips on my cock felt amazing.
It almost felt like a shame to never see him again after tonight.
My noises grew more frantic as I neared my climax. Griffin sucked and licked until saliva poured out of the corners of his lips. His mouth was hot and wet, and when he hollowed his cheeks it grew deliciously tight. He wasreallygood at this.
My balls ached for release, and I almost didn’t want to let them go, even though I knew this was just a warm-up round for what was yet to come. Still, I wanted to appreciate this blowjob for as long as possible - which grew more difficult with each passing second. As obscene sucking noises and my own moans filled the room, my head grew hazy with lust. I barely had time to grip Griffin’s head - hard - to warn him. A moment later I was shouting and spilling thick ropes of my seed down his throat like a seemingly endless fountain.
And Griffin swallowed every drop of it.
I collapsed. I was seeing stars. The breath had completely left my lungs. All from a single blowjob.
“Shit,” I muttered. My brain slowly came back to me as I took a moment to compose myself.
