“I’m an architect.”
“Whoa, no shit? That’s amazing. I’m in finance. Work for my dad. This was supposed to be my honeymoon. I know I said I broke up with my boyfriend, but the truth is that he left me at the altar.”
I wince at the news. Fucking some dude on the rebound after a breakup isn’t the same as fucking a guy who was left at the altar. That’s much bigger and more painful, I can imagine. My morals must have gotten the fucking better of me. He needs therapy more than sex. Hell, I should probably do that myself. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this. I don’t want to take advantage of you, my man.”
He smiles so sweetly when I expect him to complain or to beg me to change my mind. “That’s so sweet of you to think that, but I definitely want to do this. It’ll be nice to forget for a while. I could use the distraction.” Now,thatI can get on board with.
I glance at Jason, who’s staring out the window. “If you’re sure.”
He stares back at me and smiles again. “I’m sure. You’re really sexy, too.”
“Well, flattery will get you anywhere.”
He snorts a laugh, but before we can talk some more, the Uber pulls up to the hotel.
“Whoa,” he says again, staring at the old building.
“Wait until you see the suite.”
When we reach my room, Jason explores the space with childlike wonder. “Whoa,” he says for the thousandth time. Then he rushes to the bed and divebombs it like a toddler. The comforter and pillows puff into the air until they settle down on the bed. He rolls over onto his back and drags his arms along the blanket, doing snow angels. “Damn, this is comfortable. I had no idea architects pay this well.”
“They do if they own the business.”
He lifts his head, his eyes wide. “Whoa. That’s cool.”
Jesus, if he says ‘whoa’ one more time…
I start to unbutton my dress shirt as he lies there, spread-eagled. “Do you need to clean up?” I ask him.
Jason sits up, smiles shyly, and shakes his head. “Nah, I… I prepped because I was hoping to find someone to fuck me. How’d you know?”
I shrug and toe off my shoes. “Vibes.”
“Yeah, I’m generally vers, but I’d rather get fucked.”
“Excellent. Time to get naked.”
“Oh, right…”
He stands from the bed and yanks off his T-shirt, exposing miles of abs. At least he’s nice to look at. He then ambles my way to help me finish unbuttoning my shirt. When he looks up at me, I notice his eyes are a dark brown, and his lashes are thick. They remind me of a deer. They’re soft, innocent, and wide. He looks at my eyes, too, and says, “Love your eyes. I’m really into green. It’s my favorite color.”
“Thanks.”
I slide my shirt off my arms, drape it over the accent chair, and remove my belt. Jason takes the opportunity to run his hands through my chest hair. “I like this. Can I kiss you?”
I would rather simply fuck and be done with it, but instead of telling him no, I nod my head.
Jason leaves his hands resting on my chest and tilts his face upward. I lean in and capture his lips. They’re soft and full. His kiss is tentative as his tongue explores my mouth, almost like he’s uncertain what to do. I doubt he’s kissed anyone else besides his ex for a long time, and it shows. I take over the kiss by gripping his jaw, forcing his head upward to consume his mouth, my tongue dominating. He moans, and I swallow the sound. When I pull away, I nibble on his bottom lip before letting go.
“I like how you kiss,” he rasps.
“Thanks.” My hand rests on his head, and I grab a fistful of hair, then I push him down until he’s on his knees in front of me. “Pull me out. Let’s see what kind of mouth you have.”
“Okay…”
He unzips my slacks and pulls them down with my underwear. They pool around my ankles, and he wraps his fingers around my length, tugs on my cock, and swipes his tongue over the head. He quickly rubs me, his hand twisting on the upstroke. It doesn’t take long before I’m hard. When I am, he opens his mouth and chokes me down to the root.
I hiss and try not to shut my eyes as he takes me so deep. “Oh, that’s nice. What a good mouth you have.”
