Dom
The party is still goingstrong after midnight. I’ve been trying to catch up to Tony, but he’s been conspicuously absent since shortly after our moment on the dance floor. Had it been up to me, I would have shown him how much I’ve been thinking about him since Thursday night, right in front of his parents, Andrew’s parents, and everyone else. Something about the younger man calls to me and makes me want to tell the world that he’s mine. But he’s not and never will be.
A few years ago, I would have given up everything for the chance of more than a one-night stand or occasional hook-up. Back then, I was restless and would have done something foolish just to have a change in my life. Now, I have a thriving company on the other side of the country and there’s no way I can give that up, even for a man I’m certain could bring me to my knees with one simple look. I’m on track to meet all of my goals when it comes to this particular dream, which is why I haven’t bothered wasting any time trying to find someone to warm my bed at night.
Keep telling yourself that, buddy. Maybe you’ll start to believe it at some point. YouhatePhoenix.
Knowing that he’s still hiding at the back of the closet when it comes to his family, I was taken aback by the way he pulled my body against his while we were dancing. Even when it became painfully apparent that he was trying to make our pairing as comical as possible to avoid raising suspicions, I thought about what I wanted to say to him after the dance was done. And then there was the moment with the almost-kiss. Thank God for Kennedy because had it not been for her paying attention to the fire crackling between us, I would have covered his mouth with mine and made apologies afterward.Bye, bye closet!That’s why I had to get some fresh air as soon as he released me. I didn’t think I was gone all that long, but apparently it was long enough that Tony left the room.
“Hey, man. I’m going to call it a night,” I tell Andrew when I see him not talking to friends and family for once. “We’ll have to see about getting together this week after everything settles down. I’m here until Tuesday morning and then I’m heading upstate to see my Dad for Christmas.”
“Sounds good. Sorry I didn’t have more time to talk tonight,” he apologizes. It’s unnecessary since I’ve seen the way he’s been pulled this way and that, never having a minute to breathe, much less spend any quality time with people of his choosing. We shake hands and I give Cara a kiss goodnight before making my way to the lobby.
I loosen my tie as the elevator climbs, thankful today is finally over. I love Andrew and wouldn’t have missed his wedding for anything, but it’s taken a toll on me in many ways. Every time I’m around the Rossi family, I’m reminded of what I lost with my father when I came out. He didn’t go so far as to disown me or anything like that, but he’s spent the past eleven years pushing for me to rethink my choices. As if I’d go out of my way tochooseto be attracted to men, knowing that it’d lead to a lifetime of judgment or hiding what I feel for others. Luckily, Mama Rossi has been there for me since the first time I came home from a visit with my dad, promising me that she would love me like a mother until the day she dies.
And then, there’s the whole Tony debacle. I feel like a schlump for the way I acted Thursday night. As Dahlia and Kennedy sat there telling me about Tony and how his sister is the only person in his family who knows the truth, I could feel my entire face growing redder, to the point my ears felt like they were burning.
My reaction to hearing Tony make plans for Kennedy to pick him up and telling her that he loved her was a huge red flag in my mind, telling me that I wanted something I could never have. I’ve never reacted that way to a hook-up making plans with someone else. Rather than embrace the fact that Tony made me feel something for the first time in years, I grew jealous and bitter over his relationship with someone else. That wound festered to the point I thought I was going to be physically ill when I first saw him this morning. Getting the full story from Kennedy makes me feel better, but now I feel like a whiny kid stomping off because I didn’t get the toy I wanted to play with.
My grandmother used to tell me that you can’t regret a single moment of your life because each minute that passes by leads to the next great thing. According to her, regretting or wishing away the not-so-great moments would alter the fabric of time and you may never find your true happiness. She may have been an old woman, but I’m certain she would have been an advocate for me. She would have been the first member of my family to truly accept every part of me, but she died before I found the courage to be honest with myself and my family.
The elevator doors open and my shoe slips on something on the ground. I look down and see a condom packet lying on the carpet. Shaking my head, I pick up the still sealed package and go to toss it into the garbage can when I see a small handwritten note on the foil.
Be safe. ~Ken
At least someone’s going to have a good time tonight. Or so Ken seems to think. Rather than pitching the rubber, I toss it unceremoniously on the table across from the elevators and turn to my room in case Ken’s friend realizes that he dropped something. Hopefully sleep comes easier tonight than the past two nights. It’s unlikely, now that I have the renewed, vivid memory of Tony’s body pressed against mine.
Something feels off as I walk to my room at the end of the hallway. I’m about to head back downstairs to try one last time to find Tony when I hear a television playing in my hotel room. I haven’t used the television since Thursday night when I couldn’t sleep. As I slowly open the door to my room, I see strong legs in black tuxedo pants spread out on my bed.
“How in the hell did you get in here?” I ask, crossing the room to where Tony has made himself at home. Any annoyance I felt seeing him in my space uninvited drains from my body the moment I see the coarse hair on his sculpted pecs sticking out from his unbuttoned tux shirt. I swear there’s drool at the corner of my mouth as I try to sneak another glance at his body because it is beyond anything I could have imagined. As much as I’d like to be pissed off at him for being here, I’m relieved to see him.
Trying to come across unaffected, I turn my back to him as I hang my suit jacket, draping my tie over the hanger. I feel the heat of his body against my back as I stand there with my eyes and fists clenched tight, trying to keep from straddling him and grinding my dick against his the way I’ve thought about more times than I’d care to admit.
“How I got in here doesn’t matter. The fact is I’m here now. Do you want me to leave?” he hisses, biting my ear as his hand moves across my hip to the bulge in my pants. His tone is almost threatening, but more than that, it’s deep and rich and everything else that makes me afraid to want him. I shake my head in response because there’s no way my mind can string words into coherent sentences as he strokes me through the wool of my slacks. “I didn’t think so. Don’t be mad, I needed to see you again tonight, away from everyone else. I know you want this just as much as I do, but for some reason, you keep running away from it. That ends. Now.”
I haven’t been running away. Okay, so I can see how he thought that tonight, but I just needed a few minutes without my attraction to him obliterating my ability to think.
“So I’m just supposed to drop trou because you broke into my hotel room in some grand romantic gesture?” I ask sarcastically, glad there’s not a mirror in front of me because I don’t want him to see my eyes rolling back in my head from the way he’s stroking me.
“Make no mistake about it, tonight’s going to be anything but romantic,” Tony informs me, his voice husky as his warm breath ghosts over my skin. “Tonight’s about you and me, finishing what we started the other night. Are you with me?”
“Yeah, I can do that,” I moan in assent. As he continues working his hands over my body, my head falls back to his shoulder, taking in everything Tony’s willing to give me. I have to bite my tongue to keep from begging him to—
Oh, God.Tony’s hand quickly releases the button on my pants and then his hand dips beneath the waistband on my boxer briefs, cupping my balls. “I’ve wanted to taste you again since the other night when you blew all over my hand. But tonight, I’m going to have so much more than my fingers in my mouth. I’m going to suck you until you think you can’t come anymore and then I’m going to keep sucking. You want that?”
Fuck. Yes.Tony forces me to turn around, claiming my mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue plunges into my mouth and I can taste the whiskey he was sipping when I walked into the room. This man is ravenous for me and I pray he’ll never get his fill. “So…”Kiss.“Fucking…”Nip.“Good.” I barely register the fact that we’re moving until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed and Tony pushes me hard enough that my head bounces off the mattress when I land.
“Tony,” I plead, although I have no clue what I’m asking him for. I need something, anything, and I want him to be the one to give it to me. Strong hands grip my thighs, dragging me until my lower body is perched at the edge of the bed. His fingers curl around my waistband and I lift my hips, allowing him to strip bare me from the waist down.
“I’m going to have this sweet ass,” Tony declares. I lift my head, watching as he takes one long finger into his mouth. “Any objections?”
“None,” I moan. I can feel Tony’s greedy gaze examining every inch of my tanned skin as I watch his right hand disappear between my legs. A wet finger presses against my puckered hole and I’m unable to keep from shifting, needing to feel him breach my opening.
“Be still or I’ll stop,” he warns and my body seizes. No way am I going to give him a reason to stop tonight. If there’s one thing I’m certain, it’s that he’s a man of his word. Okay, so that and the fact that I want to please him even more than I want to receive pleasure. Tony bends down, dragging the firm tip of his tongue along my engorged shaft as he slowly pushes his finger deeper into my ass. “So fucking tight. If I don’t get you ready, I’ll fucking explode the second I bury my cock inside you.”
His free hand slides along my shaft to pull back the foreskin as his mouth envelops the head of my cock, burying his tongue in my slit. The way he works his tongue around, gathering every bit of pre-cum causes me to grow harder in the left hand stroking me in time with his finger plunging deeper with each thrust. When he pulls his hand back, I whimper at the emptiness I feel. Yes, Tony has reduced me to a mess of incoherent moans and sighs and we’ve barely even started anything.
“Do you have lube?” he asks. The words vibrate through my body as I point to the nightstand. I always have it in my travel bag, but this is one of the first times I’ve been thankful that I’m prepared. I toss an arm over my eyes, wondering what it is about this particular man that turns me into a wanton slut every time we’re in the same area. The cap snicks open and my ass cheeks clench as the cold liquid hits my skin. “Sorry.”
