His eyes flashed again, but this time his expression was pure annoyance. “I don’t mind.”
“But I do.” I realised I did, a lot. “You don’t know me, but I promise you, there were, and are, no strings attached to this. I offered to help you. I didn’t expect sexual favours.” I hadn’t taken my hand away, and I rather liked the feeling of his slim fingers under mine.
He held my gaze for a long, silent beat, then nodded once and sighed heavily. “Sex helps. Would help. A couple of orgasms with you would shut down some of the noise in my head, shut out the world for a few hours. It’s been a stressful day.” A tiny crooked grin teased the corners of his pretty lips, and I felt my cock twitch. “Do I have to actually beg?”
I caved. He was simply too gorgeous to resist any longer. Carding gentle fingers through his dark hair, I murmured, “In that case it would be mean of me to stop you. I’m probably a bit sweaty though.”
“Even better,” he breathed, yanking open my jeans and extracting my cock. His free hand was already working the fly of his own trousers as the first wave of his hot breath gusted over my pubes. I figured this was likely to be fast.
“Ohfuuck.” He swallowed me straight down to the root, pressing his nose into my groin and breathing deeply. “Don’t you have a gag reflex?” I spluttered, grabbing onto the back of the chair to ground me.
Charley moaned, and shook his head, his hair rubbing against my lower belly. His right elbow was a frantic blur, the fingers of his left now teasing and stroking my balls. If I wasn’t going to embarrass myself, I needed to close my eyes but I didn’t want to miss a thing.
I was glad I opted for short and sweet or I’d have missed it when he pulled back a fraction, still working my dick, and stared up at me unblinkingly, those blue eyes utterly focused on me. He tensed, then groaned and spilled into his palm. The visual, and the bleachy sweet-sharp scent of his cum sent me spiralling seconds later. I tumbled into the abyss, dark sparkles dotting my vision, my only reality the feel of his magical mouth wrapped around my cock.
My knees wobbled and I forced them to lock. In a daze, I felt for the chair and collapsed bare-arsed into it. Charley shot me a wicked smile. “That was fantastic, as a starter.” Without breaking eye contact, he stuck out his tongue and licked his hand clean.
I whimpered. “You’re a filthy bastard, Charley. If you’re gonna do stuff like that, you should at least let me film you.” I winked to show him I was joking, but the idea of him stored in my phone like a dirty secret was incredibly appealing.A pretty face and an amazing orgasm and you’re a pushover, you soft git.
I rubbed my eyes and glared at the puddle of denim around my ankles. I’d move in a minute. Jeez, I was whacked. The adrenaline that had been pumping ever since I’d narrowly avoided turning Charley into pulp earlier had finally dissipated, leaving me in need of a nap or some grub. Preferably both.
Whatever my companion’s views on washing, I was definitely getting into that shower, and soon. But food; food I could do. I dragged my jeans back up and found my cash card. There was a snacks dispenser in the hotel foyer.
Before I stuffed my feet back into my trainers, I asked Charley what he liked. He was incredibly appealing, but he was definitely pretty thin. I wondered if perhaps his not-great parents didn’t feed him, but then again, he was nineteen, and he said he had his own money, so that didn’t make a lot of sense.
He shrugged, something I was seeing a lot of. “I don’t really eat snacks,” he said apologetically. “I can wait ’til morning. I’ll have another coffee.” He reached for the kettle to refill it.
“Are you hungry but don’t want to admit it? We can order something to be delivered, I bet. We’re only just outside the city centre. There’s bound to be somewhere open.” I pulled up a website and scrolled. “Look, kebabs. What a surprise. Do those places ever shut? Or,” I kept scrolling, mentally cursing that we’d not put our stomachs before our cocks; it was now so late it was almost early, “this burger place has great reviews. Do you eat meat?”
Charley snorted. “You managed to say that with a straight face.” He came and stood beside me, looking over my shoulder at the menu. “I could go some red meat actually, particularly steak. It’s…” — he hesitated — “a bit of a craving actually. Rather a major failing in a lifelong vegetarian.”
“You’ll find no judgement from me. Partial to a steak myself. And bacon, of course. Food of life. Sadly, I doubt anywhere still open will deliver steak, but I’ll do my best. We’ll get a pig-out ordered, and then sleep until we have to check out. Sound good?”
While we waited for our food to arrive, we took turns to shower, then Charley took the piss out of my slovenly ways when I had to take my underwear, socks and T-shirt into the bathroom to wash out in the sink. The weird fluffy soap from the dispenser wasn’t up to much, but hopefully they’d be fairly clean. Wringing them out, I draped them to dry over the radiator which was helpfully belching out heat, and slipped my jeans back on. Charley put on everything clean except his cargo pants, which looked surprisingly immaculate considering his earlier cross-country sprint. My gaze might have lingered on his delectable arse as he dragged the fabric over the tight, pert globes, sadly already encased in skin-tight boxer briefs.
“I wasn’t expecting a random late night journey, or I’d have emptied my bags and packed clean stuff.” I suddenly felt at pains to explain I wasn’t a totally hopeless case when it came to domestic chores. Like his opinion mattered.
“I don’t have enough clothes not to wash them regularly.” He didn’t sound upset by this fact, but it brought me up short regardless.
“I’m a spoiled brat, I know. Plenty of money, and few obligations. It’s okay to hate me for it.” I’d spent enough time in my teens questioning my good financial standing to know it could be a sore point for others. Sophie had left me after spitting what felt like a lifetime’s vitriol over my financial status at me, and while I no longer felt guilty for my fortune, I wasn’t and never had been the insensitive arsehole she’d accused me of being. Plus, she came from a close-knit family who didn’t judge their offspring for being anything other than cis and straight. Not something I could say.
“I don’t hate you.” As I was about to say ‘thanks’, Charley added pointedly, “I don’t know you well enough to form an opinion yet.”
Ouch.“That’s fair. What do you want to know?”
4
CHARLEY
I staredat him from where I sat cross-legged, back against the headboard. “I dunno. Why you offered to drive me away from Tratton, I guess?”Don’t ask me too much about myself, please. I’m already slightly freaked out you’re happy to sit in the almost dark without so much as a question.I did appreciate it though. After my meat craving, bright lighting was currently the biggest annoyance in my life. I really should make an appointment with an optometrist.
Luc glanced at the app on his phone and held up three fingers. Presumably our food was nearby. He rummaged in his suitcase and unearthed a fleece jacket which he pulled on, shutting down my casual appreciation of his toned abs. “What can I say? I’m a creature of spontaneity.” He raised his hands and spread them wide. “I’m also a sucker for the underdog. Always have been.” He frowned. “I don’t like seeing people being taken advantage of, or hurt unnecessarily.” His phone chimed. “I’ll grab the food from reception. Can you clear some space on this?” He waved a hand at the table which we’d managed to clutter up already, and disappeared.
When he returned, my mouth watered for the first time in what felt like weeks. The smell coming from the paper bags was rich and spiced, but the scent of real beef overwhelmed the seasonings. My stomach growled.
Luc laughed and opened the bag, handing me a burger. “Dig in.” He picked up an enormous carton of French fries and moaned greedily. “Oh wow, so good.” He slid the packet across to me. “Don’t let me scoff them all.”
I slid them back. “I don’t really eat chips.” I tore into the burger. The bun was nice enough but the meat was good. Likereallygood. And it wasn’t overcooked either. In fact, it was barely cooked through, but to me, it was culinary perfection, or the nearest I’d get to it right now. I looked down at my empty hands. Oops, I’d inhaled that. I was usually more careful than this. Just because Luc had joked about a pig-out didn’t mean he wanted to share his space with an actual pig. I tried to laugh it off when I felt Luc’s eyes on me. “Your cum evidently wasn’t much of a first course.”
