“Too fucking early,” I mumble back, trailing my lips to his forehead.
“I should get back to my room before everyone else wakes up.”
“Not yet.” I ease him onto his back and straddle him. “I want to fuck you first.”
That gets his head up and his eyes open, although I can’t quite read his expression. We haven’t had the are you a top, bottom, or vers discussion yet, and so far I’ve been the only one to receive. Whether that’s by coincidence or design on his part, I’m not sure, but I’m dying to find out.
There’s a long pause with no answer, and for a heartbeat I’m afraid I’ve gone too far. He’s going to bolt, I just know it, and I mentally steel myself for his abrupt departure. Then his head drops down onto the pillow and he lets out a small sigh, his breath stirring the fine, almost invisible patch of hair between my pecs.
“I suppose a few more minutes couldn’t hurt,” he says, almost sounding put out. I’d be offended if he wasn’t such a lousy actor.
I force his arms over his head and grab his wrists in one hand, pinning them there. “A few minutes? You underestimate my staying power.”
“Maybe you underestimate how irresistible I am.”
“I guess we’ll find out.”
I lean down and kiss him. His mouth is like a magnet and I’m steel, unable to resist being pulled in. He surges up to meet me, his lips parting so my tongue can snake inside. We stay like that for a while, mouths moving against each other, tongues dancing. Eventually, I break off and trail hot, wet kisses down his neck, alternating with little love bites that mark him as mine and make him squirm underneath me.
“Holy fuck,” he moans.
“You like that?” I ask against the sensitive spot where his shoulder meets his throat.
He nods.
“It’s gonna leave bruises,” I warn, soothing the last place I nipped him with a kiss before moving lower to scrape my teeth gently over his nipples.
His body jerks. “I don’t care.”
He seems to enjoy nipple play, so I linger there a bit longer, blowing cool air over the tight buds until they’re even harder and flushed deep pink. “People will talk.”
“Let them.” He hisses and fists the bedsheet. “My sex life is no one’s business but mine.”
“And mine.”
“And yours. For as long as we’re doing this.” I try to ignore the pang of hurt in my gut at the reminder that this thing we’re doing has an expiration date as he arches into me, all hot, hard and ready to rock and roll. “Speaking of doing this, can we get to the part where you fuck me?”
“Who’s the impatient one now?”
He growls at me—seriously, growls—and bucks against me, needy and desperate for release. “Cocky bastard.”
I reach between us and cup his dick with my free hand. “Is this all for me?”
“I’m more interested in what you’ve got for me.”
“You’ll get your turn.” I release his wrists and make my way down his beautiful body until I’m between his legs. “Eventually.”
“I hate that word.”
“Trust me, you’re gonna love it in a few minutes. Good things come to those who wait.”
I lap at his crown, earning another hiss. He tastes like salt and sweat and sin, making me hungry for more. I take him into my mouth, sucking him from root to tip then releasing him with a loud pop that echoes in the sleepy early morning quiet of my hotel room.
His body bucks again, like his dick is a missile seeking the heat of my mouth. “Fuck, you feel like heaven.”
“Told you you were gonna love it. And it didn’t even take minutes. Go me.”
What I don’t say is that I love it as much as he does. I love the perfect way my mouth stretches to fit around him, the silky smooth feel of his cock on my tongue, the way he jerks and writhes and strains upward to meet me. I’m driving him wild, and we’ve barely even started.
