“Probably.” He shoveled some rice pudding in his mouth. “And that’s totally hypocritical, of course.”
I tilted my head. “What if your son met an older woman on vacation?”
Tate sighed. “Okay, now this is gonna sound completely wrong...but I don’t think I would care as much as I would if it were my daughter meeting an older guy.”
“Interesting…” I scraped together a bite with my fork. “But in the end, you need to realize it’s not different at all.”
“I think we’re far past the point where you need to convince me of anything, Blair. Haven’t I been loud andclear on where I stand for the rest of this trip? Whether we’re wrong or right doesn’t fucking matter, now that I’ve gotten a taste of you.” He locked my feet in with his under the table.
After a half hour of mostly watching Tate eat, my arousal had made a comeback. “I think I’ve had enough of sitting across from you and not on top of you,” I murmured.
He threw his napkin aside. “Well, then we should get going...”
Tate and I didn’t even make it to the elevator before he backed me against a wall in the resort hallway to kiss me senseless. I lost track of time as our tongues collided, my loins burning with need as his erection grew against me.
When we came up for air, I felt someone watching us. It was the waitress from Tate’s “fiftieth birthday” dinner staring us down. He and I looked at each other, laughed, and escaped into the empty elevator.
After the doors closed, Tate again backed me against the wall and took my mouth as we rose to the third floor.
When we got to his room, I dropped to my knees, planning to do something long overdue. I unbuckled his pants and lowered them to get to his underwear.
He shook his head. “You don’t have to—”
I cut off his words by taking his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the salty tip before taking him down my throat. I could feel him throbbing.
His groans only encouraged me to take him deeper, pushing the limits of anything I’d ever tried before.
He bunched my hair in his fist. “Blair…this is too much.”
I responded with a hum that I was sure vibrated through his shaft.
After a moment, Tate relaxed and guided my face over his cock. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I pulled away, looking up at him with a teasing smile. He rolled his eyes up, taking a moment to find his composure. I licked a line down his length as I felt his hand on the back of my head.
“Suck me again,” he begged. “Please.”
I returned my mouth to his cock, holding onto his shaft while I pumped and sucked, occasionally swiping my tongue over his balls. I loved pleasing him like this and had never been so into giving a blow job.
“Incredible,” he rasped.
When I stopped for air, I noticed his head bent back in ecstasy while I jerked his slick cock. Sensing he was on the brink, I wanted nothing more than to put him over the edge.
When I resumed going down on him, I swallowed him as deeply as I could, nearly gagging before sucking faster. As his breathing quickened, I kept up the momentum until I felt him shake.
“I’m gonna…come,” he muttered.
Maybe he expected me to stop, but I kept going until I felt his warm, salty cum sliding down my throat. I swallowed it all, something I’d never done before. And who better to experience it with than the most beautiful man I’d had the pleasure of knowing?
“Wow.” He panted. “You didn’t have to—”
“I wanted to. All of it.” I stood and kissed him. “I want to experience everything with you.”
“Be careful what you say,” he warned.
“I’ll do no such thing.”
He pulled his pants up, though he didn’t bother to buckle them before he scooped me up and carried me over to the bed.
