It’sall fun and games until we get back to the hotel and we’re alone in front of our room doors. Jesus Christ I just fake married my fake boyfriend and nothing has ever felt so real in my whole damn life.
I rub the back of my neck as we stand face-to-face. “I don’t suppose you want to come in and, maybe, consummate this fake marriage with some real sex?”
I flash him a grin that's all brash and undaunted but inside I'm kind of dying. Nothing about my feelings are fake anymore and I'm trying not to freak out. I've never had feelings this strong for anyone. Luckily I think Axel is still too drunk to see my truth or read me like a book because he turns that shade of pink I love to see on his cheeks and grabs the collar of the utterly tacky jacket I forgot to give back, and whispers, "I think of all the bad ideas we've had tonight, that is the best one."
“So…oui?”
“Oui. I would like to consummate this,” Axel replies, his mouth already touching mine. “Preferably with your dick in my ass but I’m also not opposed to mine in yours.”
“Merde,” I whisper, light-headed because all the blood in my body just started racing toward my cock. “Fake married Axel is a blunt, dirty little thing and I am here for it.”
I pull my key card out of my pants and tap it on the hotel room door. As we tumble inside, Axel says, “There’s nothing little about me.”
I think of the other night with my lips around his cock. “I think I remember that, but let’s get naked and you can remind me.”
And we spend the next several minutes doing just that. Our clothes fall away as we kiss and make our way to the bed. The only thing we both leave on are the tin rings that were included in the package that Lucia bought. We fall together onto the bed, I’m under him on top of the ample pile of plush pillows and the downy comforter and I close my eyes and revel in the feel of all his warm, bare flesh against all of mine.
He kisses my neck and rolls his hips, our cocks pressing and rubbing against each other. I groan in a way that sounds both feral and anguished. “Don’t make me come before the big show, husband.”
He kind of freezes for half a second, but I feel it and my eyes open. His face is so close it's blurry but I see the flicker of sobriety that passes across his angular features. "Call me that again."
I flip us, so he’s on the bottom. “Husband.”
“Fuck…” Axel pants. “Why is that hot?’
“I don’t know but it is,” I admit before I kiss him slowly.
Minutes tick by as we explore each other’s bodies with our tongues, teeth, and hands. More than once I have to beg him to stop to keep from coming and he does the same to me, especially when I’m sucking on the head of his perfect, cut dick and pressing two fingers into him.
His hips twist and he grabs my wrist with both hands. “Stop. I want you. Not just your fingers.”
“I’m warming you up,mon amour,” I remind him. As if to provide an example I push my fingers in as far as they will go, to the knuckle, and scissor them a little. He winces and then groans, the first in pain and the second in pleasure. But his grip on my wrist gets tighter still.
“I am warmer than your racing engine, Gabe,” he promises and his lips find my earlobe where he proceeds to suck it into his hot little mouth and then nip it with his perfect teeth. “Do you have condoms?”
“Yeah.”
“Put one on.”
I hate that I have to roll away from him to grab them out of my night table drawer but I do. I am so glad I made the impetuous, hopeful decision to buy them on the way home from the track today. I hadn’t been traveling with any since the accusations because I wasnotabout to have sex with anyone. My trust issues run that deep. But after our encounter the other night… I started to hope.
I roll the condom on and grab the bottle of lube off my nightstand. I look down at him, all flushed skin and eager eyes and swollen lips and I feel my firstcoup de foudre. It's a French term that means 'strike of lightning' and it's how we describe love. The real, sudden passionate kind. Like love at first sight.
“Are you okay?” Axel asks, pulling himself up to his elbows.
"Yeah, I just…"fell in love at first sight, even though I’ve seen you a hundred times before.“Was wondering how you want to do this.”
His dark eyebrows shoot up. “You’ve never…?”
“No. I knowhowto do this.” I smile and a soundless laugh pushes out from my chest. “I just mean there are options, stylistically. What’s your preference?”
“Stylistically?” Axel grins. “My husband is truly the son of a fashion king, talking style while I’m naked and leaking and begging for his cock.”
I grin so hard I think I tear a facial muscle or two. “Say it again.”
“Husband.”
I grab his waist and yank him to the edge of the bed with a strength I didn’t even know I had. Axel is taller than me and his frame bulkier. I shouldn’t be able to move him without a bit of a struggle, but I do. “Feet on the ground. Stomach on the mattress. Now.Husband.”
