Chapter 22
Nash
The party winds down later than expected. A few of my coworkers are already plotting which bar to hit next, but I have a man who’s free for the night, and I intend to take full advantage of that.
“You ready to get out of here?” I ask, leaning into Caleb.
He nods, relief in his smile. “God, yes. Please.”
We trade goodbyes with a few people and make our way upstairs, hands linked as we walk through the fancy hotel lobby. When we get to the fifteenth floor and find our room, I slide the keycard into the door, and it clicks open with a soft beep.
We step into a room with a king-size bed, crisp white sheets, and a massive window wall overlooking the city, the lights glowing beneath us.
Caleb steps up toward the window in awe. “Wow. That’s a nice view.”
I step up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him flush to me. “Not as nice as what I’m looking at.”
He leans back into my chest slightly, his head tipping to the side like he’s offering me his neck, and I press a kiss there.
“Now we get the night to ourselves.”
“Mmm, don’t get those often.”
“No, you don’t, so tonight’s all about you, Cay.”
“I brought my lube.” He grins over his shoulder at me.
My dick starts to perk up at the mention.
I haven’t stopped thinking about what we did the last time we were together—the way he fell apart for me, the way he begged for more, the way he was my own little personal and perfect slut.
My desire for him is burning through my veins, the need is pooling low and hot in my gut, and I can’t wait to fuck him tonight.
“Mmm, good boy,” I praise. “There’s no place hotter than a hotel room, is there?”
Looking around, he shakes his head, because there really isn’t.
Reaching out, I cup his jaw, turning his mouth toward me.
His stunning pale blue eyes with hazel specs look back at me, wide and waiting, already a little dazed from anticipation as I pull him into me.
Our lips crash together as I make it known how much I want him, spinning him around until we’re facing each other.
Our bodies press together tightly, my thigh slips between his, and he starts grinding down against it, needy little sounds spilling from him as I devour his mouth.
When I pull back, his pupils are blown wide. I yank at his tie, the silk slipping through my fingers. “Shirt off, baby,” I murmur, “but keep this on.”
He obeys without a word, unbuttoning his shirt with an urgency that makes my blood run hotter.
I kick off my shoes and shrug out of my shirt, keeping my eyes locked on him the entire time.
He’s standing in front of me with nothing but his slacks and that damn tie as his chest rises and falls fast, awaiting my next command.
I need him naked, though. Now.
Stepping up to him, my fingers slide over his waistband before I tug at his belt, undoing the clasp.
The clink of the buckle makes him shiver, and I unfasten his pants, letting them drop to the floor.
My gaze devours every inch of him as he stands there in just his briefs and tie now, already hard and waiting for me.
“You are so damn sexy, Cay,” I growl, eyes roaming his body.
He looks up at me with a smile that’s part shy, part hungry.
I grab his tie, pulling him into me as our mouths crash together again.
My other hand trails down, cupping his erection through the thin cotton of his underwear.
He lets out a sharp breath, hips jolting forward, and I grin against his mouth as an idea strikes me.
“You want me to fuck your tight hole with the curtains open? Let everyone in Denver see how good you take my cock?”
His eyes flick to the glass then back to me as he swallows and nods. “Yes.”
“Mmm,” I groan. “Such a good boy for me. Everyone out there gets to see your perfect, hard dick leaking for me while I fuck you. How fucking lucky are they?”
He licks his lips, eyes shining. When I glance down, sure enough a damp spot is already forming through his boxer briefs at the thought.
“In front of the window,” I order, my voice darker now. “Hands on the glass. Ass out.”
He turns slowly, taking a couple of steps toward the wall of glass. He plants his palms against it, arching his back, offering himself to me in the glow of the city night.
And fuck, the view has nothing on him.
I stalk up behind him, drag my hands slowly down his back, then lower until I hook my fingers into the waistband of his underwear.
I peel them down inch by inch, revealing his round ass that’s begging for me.
When I tap his thigh, he steps out of them, leaving him gloriously bare except for the silk tie hanging from his neck.
I grip his hips and grind my still-clothed cock against his ass. He hisses at the friction, pushing back into me like he can’t get close enough. I’m addicted to how he’s surrendering so fully, letting himself want this while I take every inch of him I crave.
“Spin your tie around,” I growl, wanting it where I can grab it.
He does instantly, so the tie trails down his back like a leash. I wrap it around my hand and yank it gently, pulling his head back toward me. The visual of him—naked, bent over, spine curved with his ass out and the city lights kissing his skin—is fucking art.
“Perfect,” I breathe, voice laced with hunger. “God, you’re fucking perfect.”
I stop rutting against him just long enough to drop to my knees and sink my teeth into the swell of his right cheek. He gasps at the sensation, and the sound shoots straight to my cock. I soothe the bite with a slow, wet lick, grinning when he lets out a low, desperate whimper.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” he pants. “Yes, please more. Please.”
I press a kiss to the base of his spine, then look up at the flushed, trembling man in front of me.
“Good boy,” I murmur. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear everything. And if anything feels off or too much, you tell me. Understood?”
“Yes. Yes, Nash,” he whimpers, voice wrecked already, and fuck, I love him like this—eager, needy, trusting.
I don’t tease him or make him wait. He gave me the perfect answer, and good boys get rewards.
I dive right in, licking a stripe over his hole.
His whole body jolts at the contact, hips rocking forward instinctively before he forces himself back into position.
I hold him open with both hands and eat him out with purpose.
Slow at first, then faster, deeper, until I’m devouring him.
His thighs start to tremble, and his groans get louder and filthier.
“Fuuuck,” he cries out, pressing into the window. “Oh my god.”
I grin into him, spitting once and going right back to it, watching his back arch as I circle his hole and then press my tongue inside. The way he writhes under me is everything.
He gasps again, breath stuttering. “More… Fingers. I need—please.”
I pull back just enough to speak, my voice thick with heat. “Your hole that desperate to be filled?”
“Mm-hmm,” he whines, looking over his shoulder with dazed, glassy eyes. “Please.”
“Where’s the lube, baby?” There’s no chance I would’ve shown up tonight without bringing a bottle of my own, but since he came prepared, I want to use his.
“Front pocket of my bag,” he pants.
“Good,” I growl, giving his ass a slap before standing. “Stay just like that.”
At his bag, I unzip the front pocket, and the lube is the only thing inside. My good little planner. I grin, palming it before stripping off the last of my clothes. Now the only piece left between us is Caleb’s tie that’s hanging down his back, loosened slightly and ready to be pulled.
Before I return to him, I quickly duck into the bathroom and twist the oversized tub’s faucet on, letting the water slowly drip out in preparation for after, as he stands there with his ass out waiting for me to touch him.
It might overflow, but hopefully not with how slow I turned the drip on with the size of the tub.
And it’s more important to me that he feels taken care of after.
I make my way back to him, coming up from behind, coating my fingers in lube, and running them slowly over his hole.
He shudders beneath my touch, already worked up from being empty.
I press in with my pointer finger, and his body opens around it instantly, greedily, pushing back like he can’t wait another second.
His untouched cock is straining hard between his legs.
He takes one hand off the window and moves like he’s going to grab it, but I yank his tie, stopping him. “Did I tell you to touch yourself?”
He lets out a sharp breath. “No.”
“Then don’t.”
“But I—” He cuts off with a moan when I twist my finger, loosening him further. “Need more… just fuck me, pleaseee.”
God, he sounds so beautiful and desperate and mine when he begs for my cock like that.
I slide in a second finger, working him open. I release my grip on his tie to reach for the lube again, slicking my cock up the best I can while he begs against the glass. His body is so responsive as his hips press back to meet every movement.
Before I pull my fingers out, I grab his tie again, winding the silk tight around my fist and yanking gently so his head tilts back.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” I murmur into his ear, voice gravel and heat. “Okay, baby?”
He nods hard, panting. “Yes. Yes, please… Do it.”
“Hands on the window,” I command, mouth next to his ear. “And don’t move them. Let everyone see how fucking pretty you are when you’re getting split open on my cock.”
He lets out a soft, broken whimper, but I want him even louder.
I push into him in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. His gasp echoes against the glass like he can finally breathe again as his back arches deeper, his perfect body welcoming me in like he was made for this.
“Fuck,” I groan, one hand clamped tight around his hip. “You take my dick so well. My perfect little slut.”