When the humor died away, we quietly stood together, pressed against the wall. I brought my lips to the sensitive place right under his ear. “I love you, Preston James, and I want you to be mine.”
I felt him smile against my cheek. “I love you more than you know, Nicholas Reed. And I want nothing more than to be yours.”
Releasing a sigh, I smiled. “Good. Now get your sexy ass naked and on the bed.”
He chuckled, then pulled away. “I’m liking this bossy side of yours. But don’t get used to being in charge.”
I smirked. “I’ll be back.”
While he finished undressing, I went to my bag with the intention of getting the supplies. Looking up, the huge tiled shower drew my attention, as did the bathtub.
My imagination went wild with possibilities for that shower. But tonight, I needed something else. I had specific plans for where I wanted to be when he took me the first time.
Dropping the supplies on the marble countertop, I turned on the shower, then finished undressing.
Stepping into the shower under the warm water, I hummed in satisfaction. The hotel soap smelled unbelievably good as I washed away the airport and walking in the city. Soaping up my hands, I reached for my cock and then down to my balls to give them a thorough scrub. When they were clean, I reached around and washed my backside.
Brushing my fingers between my crack, I spread my cheeks open and allowed the soap to do its thing on my skin. My fingers brushed over the sensitive area and my cock twitched.
“Fuck,” I huffed as I slipped one soapy finger inside my hole. I leaned forward and braced my hand on the wall as I fingered myself with one, then two fingers. It had been a really long time, and I was already riding the edge.
I panted as I worked them in and out of myself, lost in the pleasure.
Warm hands slid around my body, and my head fell back on Preston’s shoulder.
“Starting without me?” he purred into my ear as he started stroking my cock. My eyes were closed as I took in the pleasure.
“No,” I rasped out. “Getting ready for you,” I murmured as I continued to finger myself.
Preston kissed my neck and bit down on my shoulder, making me shiver. “I have a better idea of how to do that.”
He let go of me, then stooped to run the tip of his slick cock along my taint. “Oh, fuck,” I gasped. A couple of thrusts in, and he pulled away.
“I’m riding the edge, baby,” I said to him as he began to massage my shoulder.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Spread your legs, and hold on to the wall.”
My heartbeat and need ramped up wondering what he was going to do to me. All I knew was that it wouldn’t take much for him to get me off.
Preston’s warm, soapy hands slid from my shoulders to my back, slowly making their way to my hip.
“Bend over, babe, and hold on to the wall.”
I obeyed, drunk on his voice and his love, and all things Preston. My eyes slammed shut as my asshole was exposed. I felt so vulnerable until the tip of his finger trailed down my crack, sending live wire sensations over my asshole. I clenched as he continued to circle my hole, then tapped on it for a different sensation.
“Pres-ton,” I moaned. I’d never felt so turned on in my life.
He kissed the small of my back, where the bundle of nerves sent electric currents through my body and to my dick.
“I know, baby. Just relax and enjoy.” I panted as he slowly trailed that finger all the way down over my taint and sac until he reached the tip of my dick.
I shivered, awash in sensation, as the pad of his finger circled the head, collecting my pre-cum on his finger.
“I’m…gonna…”
“…taste yourself,” he said, slipping his finger into my mouth.
Memories of the dream I’d had about him so long ago flooded my mind as I sucked. When he pressed down on my tongue, I almost came.
