When we finally got to my door, I fumbled with my key, trying to stick it in the lock. Sean didn’t help much when he pushed me against the door and started grinding against my ass. “You’re making this much harder,” I said.
“That’s the idea,” he growled in my ear as his hand reached around to palm my erection.
“You keep doing that,” I said, “And I’m going come right here in the hallway.”
“Well, we can’t have that.” Sean grabbed my hand and helped guide my key into the lock.
I turned my head to get a whiff of his scent—sweat, salty air, and man. “You’re pretty good at that.”
He kissed my cheek. “That’s what they tell me.”
I laughed as I twisted the key, and we both almost fell when the door opened a little too quickly. I righted myself, closed the door, and grabbed Sean’s hand, pulling him through the living room of my hotel suite into the bedroom with its very comfortable king-size bed. I turned on the bedside lamp because I wanted to see him. He was gorgeous with his clothes on, so I could only imagine what he’d look like with them off. With that in mind, I slid my hands underneath the hem of his shirt. His skin was smooth and warm. I could feel the ridges of his ab muscles. I moved my hands up to his nipples and felt… “Are those piercings?” I gasped.
Sean hummed with pleasure. “Yeah. And that feels really good.”
“Oh my God,” I said. “I have to see.” I started to pull his shirt up, but my hands got tangled and stuck. He chuckled, untangled my hands, and deftly pulled his shirt off. I took a step back to admire him. The tribal tattoo that fascinated me went up his right arm, over his shoulder, and covered the entire right half of his torso. The bold black lines stood out starkly on his smooth fair skin. Black barbells pierced both of his nipples. I moved in close to him and ran my hands over the expanse of his chest and abdomen. “You’re so beautiful. You’re like a living work of art.”
A bark of surprised laughter escaped him. “Nobody’s ever said that to me before.”
“Well then, they have no taste.” I traced one of his nipples with my tongue. The mixture of the warmth of his body and the cool metal of the barbells was strange, in a good way. I grasped his nipple with my teeth and tugged before sucking on it, eliciting a groan from him. He threaded his fingers in my hair and held my head in place. Sean put his other arm around me, pulled me close, and started a slow grind that set my whole body on fire. Any moment now, I would burst into flames. I felt that familiar tingle in my spine and pulled away from his chest. “God, I’m close already.”
Sean took a small step back and leaned down to kiss me. “We can’t have that.” In one smooth move, he stripped off both my sweatshirt and T-shirt. I had a brief moment of panic, and I wanted to cover myself because he was so beautiful and built, and I was…well…me. But just as quickly, his hands were on me, gliding over my chest, fingers tweaking my nipples. He hummed an appreciative sound. “You’re the beautiful one,” he said. A thrill of pleasure ran through me at his unexpected praise. His hands slid around to my back and under the waistband of my workout pants to cup my backside. “This ass though.” He ran his finger down my crease.
I moaned and pushed back, my hole clenching at the thought of being stretched and filled by his cock. “Sean,” I gasped. “Please.”
He pressed kisses along my jaw before taking my earlobe in his teeth and tugging. “You like that,” he murmured gruffly. “You like the idea of being stuffed full of my cock.”
“Oh God, yes,” I pleaded. “It’s been so long.”
I saw a look of surprise cross his face, but then he kissed me hard and deep, pulling me close, his hands still inside my pants on my bare ass. All other thoughts were obliterated as a primal need filled me. I fumbled with the button of his jeans, eager to free that promising bulge. I finally got his zipper down and got inside his boxers. I wrapped my hand around his thick hard length and began to stroke. He hissed with pleasure. “Yes, that’s it. Just like that.”
It wasn’t long before Sean growled low in his throat. “Clothes off. Now.” We separated briefly amid a flurry of toed-off shoes and pants flung wherever. He smirked. “Commando, huh?”
I felt my cheeks heat, which was stupid since I was already naked. I gave a little shrug. “I usually don’t wear anything to bed, but I thought it would be rude to go into the dining room naked.”
Sean laughed out loud and then pulled me close. “If you had, we’d have never made it out of there, windows or not.” It was glorious. Skin on skin. He was so warm, and his body was firm and tight with all those gorgeous muscles. It had been so long since I was this close to another man. I wanted to attach myself to him and never let go. Sean seemed to have a similar idea. His finger brushed over my hole. “Want you so bad.”
“Yes,” I whispered hoarsely.
“Condoms,” Sean muttered. “Need condoms.”
I felt my stomach twist. “Condoms. I…don’t…I wasn’t planning…” I gave up, hung my head, and let out a gusty sigh. “I don’t have any. I haven’t needed them in a while, so it didn’t occur to me to bring any with me.”
His brow furrowed in a puzzled frown. “We’re going to have to talk about that sometime. But in the meantime, I have one in my wallet.” He picked up his jeans and groaned. “Which is in my office downstairs.”
“Ugh.” I let my head fall against his chest.
“Lube?” he asked.
I looked up at him with a raised brow. “Uh, gay man.”
“Hey, you’re the one with no condoms,” he said with a smirk.
I snorted a laugh. “My left hand and my cock are very close.”
He pulled me against his body again, which had my flagging erection perking up. “A lefty, huh? Well, maybe your left hand andmycock can get to know each other.”
I took hold of his semi-erect dick and started stroking. “I like that idea,” I said. Then I took a short step back and sank to my knees. “But I have a better one.”
