I’d started out my eveningwanting to suck a cock, and there was a hot, willing man in my hotel room now.Why the hell should I pretend to be coy, or shy, or like I didn’t know exactlywhat I wanted and wasn’t going to reach out and take it?
“Okay, straight to businessit is,” Gray said above me, already a little breathless. Maybe he liked it whensomeone else took charge, maybe he just liked thatIwas doing it.
Hell, maybe he just wantedme to blow him. Most guys didn’t say no to that.
I shuffled forward, pressingmy nose against his belly. He smelled clean and freshly showered, a genericmasculine scent that was probably described as ocean breeze or something on thebottle.
This was what I wanted. Anice, simple, anonymous fuck. No strings attached, no tender foreplay. Justenough human contact to tide me over until I needed it again.
His skin was warm to thetouch as I pushed my fingers up under the fabric of his t-shirt, and I could’ve gotten lostin the feel of it if I hadn’t suddenly caught the edge of a scar.
Abigscar, Ithought, but I shied away from tracing the outline of it. It’d caught meoff-guard, and I wasn’t sure whether to ignore it or mention that it was hot ashell, so I figured pretending I hadn’t noticed was the best option.
Instead of exploring further,I turned my attention to the buckle of his belt—simple, classic leather thatwas supple under my fingers, well-loved and rough around the edges, just likethe man wearing it. Well, I couldn’t be sure about thelovedpart, especiallyif he was doing anonymous hookups in hotel rooms, but…
He was definitely just theright amount of rough around the edges, callused fingertips exploring myfreshly-shaved jaw and lighting up all the nerve endings under the alreadysensitive skin.
His thumb brushed my lowerlip and I seized the opportunity to suck it into my mouth, glancing up at himunder my eyelashes. He tasted of salt and clean skin as I swirled my tonguearound the tip, a needy whimper escaping me.
I should’ve kissed himwhen I had the chance. If this was how his skin tasted, how much better wouldhis mouth have been?
Something about this guymade me want to be as needy as I felt, to not bother hiding it the way Inormally would have.
He made me want to letgo,and I was having a hard time doing anything else.
“You smell great,” Imurmured around his thumb, wondering if that was weird. I wasneverself-consciousabout this.
Gray smeared my own spitover my cheek as he moved his thumb away, and that had no right to be as hot asit was. Knowing hecouldhave taken charge but was choosing not to waspushing buttons I didn’t even know I had.
“You look good like this,”he rumbled in his gorgeous dark-chocolate voice.
Ididlook good likethis, and I knew it. With that thought in mind, I leaned in again, tugging hisshirt up and away so I could breathe in the clean, freshly-washed scent of hisskin, familiarly masculine but still unique.
Gray’s fingers threaded into myhair, and goddamn did I hope he was planning on pulling it.
I flicked the top button ofhis fly open, pulling the zipper down with anticipation making my gut flutter,like I was unwrapping a gift.
Well, no, I actually hateddoing that because I was never sure how to react to gifts, butthis, Iwas sure of. I wanted him in my mouth. As soon as possible.
The swell of his half-hardcock inside his bright green boxer-briefs was one of the most gorgeous sights I’d ever seen.Damn. I really hadhit the jackpot this time.
“Promising,” I said, tonguedarting out to wet my lips in anticipation. Hot arousal swirled low in my gut,my own cock starting to fill at the sight of him.
Sometimes, I realized justhowgay I was, and it always came as a surprise.
This was one of thosemoments.
“Never made a promise I didn’tkeep,” Gray responded, his fingers sliding back to massage the base of myskull. That was actually kind ofcute, a little affectionategesture even though we both knew what we were here for.
“I’ll bet.”
The temptation to nuzzle himoverwhelmed me as I was trying to decide how to start, my body moving before mybrain had a chance to decide. Another jolt of arousal hit me in the pit of mystomach as my nose made contact with the line of his cock, lips followingafter, pressing wet kisses through the fabric of his underwear.
His cock shifted as I lickeda stripe over the front of his briefs, and I couldn’t have stopped myself fromsmirking even if I wanted to. I wasgoodat this, and heclearly liked it.
“Big all over,” I said,suddenly desperate to see his cock without the thin barrier between us. Iwished evenmorenow that I was brave enough to push him onto thebed and ride him, but that was too much. Too intimate. Too trusting.
This was enough. I could fantasizeabout the rest later.
