“Cal—” Silas whimpered through his teeth, his head falling back against the mirror. A thick drop of sweat rolled down his temple. “Fuck… please… it’s too high…”
“I don’t know, baby,” I purred, stepping directly into his space. The bags dropped to the floor, and I planted my hands on the wall right beside his head, caging him in. I leaned in close, allowing him to feel the heat radiating from my skin. “For a guy who apparently carried the whole match, you seem to be having a really hard time standing on your own two feet right now.”
“You’re a—” Silas gasped, his hips jerking forward involuntarily as the toy battered against sensitive nerves. “You’re a fucking sadist.”
“And you’re leaking through your sweatpants for me in a public elevator,” I whispered as my lips brushed the shell of his ear. “You look so damn pretty like this, Si. At my mercy. Reduced to a quivering mess before we even get to the bed.”
The elevator dinged. Floor Six. “Stand up,” I commanded softly.
Silas let out a ragged sob, gripping my bicep like a lifeline to haul himself back to his feet. Each breath scraped its way to his lungs, and his dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead.
As the doors slid open, I dragged the slider down to twenty percent. Silas let out a breathless, shuddering sigh of relief and leaned heavily against my side as I picked up the bags.
On the walk down the long hallway to our suite, I inflicted pure, psychological torture. Every five steps, I changed the setting. When I bumped it to eighty percent, Silas whimpered, his stride completely breaking as he ground his thighs together. Then I dropped it to ten and he gasped, trying to chase more friction. My favorite was when I switched it to a pulsing pattern. Silas let out a filthy groan, his hand flying out, gripping the wall to keep from collapsing right there in the hallway.
“Cal, I swear to God,” he whined, his voice thick and completely wrecked with arousal. Every inch of visible skin was entirely flushed, his breathing shallow and frantic. The thin lace of the thong was undoubtedly soaked through with his own slick pre-cum, his ass filled and stretched, The desperate sound of his voice sent a wave of lust straight through my veins. “I’m going to—fuck! I’m going to combust. Unlock the door.Please.”
I pulled the key card out of my pocket, relishing the sight of my beautifully destructive powerhouse of a partner quite literally begging me for mercy.
“Alright, Champ.” A nearly depraved smile spread across my lips as I pressed the plastic card to the reader, and the lock clicked green. “Let’s see how much you can take.”
The door clicked shut, the deadbolt sliding into place with a definitive thud. The second the lock engaged, the exhausted, victorious, smiling-for-the-public guy vanished, reduced to a stumbling, huffing, eyes entirely dilated as he looked at me in the dim light,mess.
“Show me.”
There was no hesitation, he turned around and rested his hands flat against the hotel wall. I stepped up close behind him, my hands gripping the thick waistband of his sweats, and pushed them slowly down his muscular thighs, exposing his bare ass. My blood pressure spiked with a dark, feral thrill.
I stared at him, completely captivated, my cock pressing hard against my zipper. The delicate, pale-blue lace starkly contrasted against his masculine frame. It highlighted the thick, corded muscles of his thighs and the tight, delectably perfect curve of his ass. It made his warm, summer-tanned skin glow, and I needed him to understand exactly what it did to me.
“You wore it,” I murmured, my voice thick with awe. I stepped flush against his back, my fingers snapping the elastic strap lightly against his hip. Silas shivered violently against the wall. “I love this on you. It makes your muscles look so fucking good. You look like a gorgeous, filthy slut, baby.”
“For you.” His breathy voice trembled as his ass pressed against my clothed erection. “I didn't realize how much you liked this.”
Stepping back again, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, swiping open the camera. “Look over your shoulder.”
Silas turned his head, his eyes dark and glassy. I snapped the picture, the flash illuminating his flushed skin, the delicate blue thong, and the black plug stretching his hole.
“Good boy,” I praised in a wicked whisper.
I slipped the phone back in my pocket, raised my hand, and brought it down violently against his bare ass.The sharp crack of my rough palm against his flesh echoed like a gunshot. Silas gasped, his hips bucking forward against the wall, an angry red handprint blooming instantly on his skin.
“Turn around.”
He spun, his mouth agape and chest rising and falling frantically. I grabbed his sharp jaw, tilted his head back, and gathered a mouthful of saliva before spitting directly onto his tongue. He swallowed with a choked, desperate sound, taking what I gave him like it was life-saving oxygen. He was entirely eager to be completely dismantled.
“Get on the bed,” I growled as I unbuckled my belt. “I promised you a punishment.”
I gripped the fleece of his hoodie and the cotton of his shirt together, hauling both layers up and over his head in one sharp, impatient motion before tossing them to the carpet. Shoving him away from the drywall, I guided his massive frame backward until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed frame. Silas scrambled onto the mattress, kicking the gray sweatpants and the thong off entirely. I quickly stripped off my shirt, undid my belt, and tugged my jeans down, fully intending to rip that plug out of his ass and bury myself deep inside him. But as I moved to step between his spread thighs, Silas reached out, his large hand wrapping gently around my thick wrist.
I paused, my brow furrowing. “What?”
Silas looked up at me, his cheeks burning red. The feral desperation had melted into a sudden, vulnerable shyness.
“Cal… please. Can I fuck you first? I want you to ride me.”
I froze and my heart slammed violently against my ribs. I rarely bottomed, and I’ve never ridden his cock. The terrifying thoughts of being completely exposed while straddling him under the harsh hotel lights, not knowing how to control the angle or the depth, felt incredibly daunting. I didn't even know where to begin in that scenario. The idea of me, as large and muscular as I am, being the one hovering over him just felt…strange.
“Silas,” I began, but paused when I heard how insecure my own voice sounded. “I’ve never… I don't know how to do that.” The confession sounded pathetic even to my own ears. I was the one who normally led, but right now, we were in uncharted waters.
