Chapter 15
Van’s hands swirled in my hair now that we were both devoid of any other clothing besides our underwear. Neither of us needed much convincing to continue after I’d kissed him back, which meant the remainder of our clothes were scattered across the carpet of the hotel room’s floor.
Our kiss was devouring every inch of me, making me feel blissfully overwhelmed from fingertips to toenails.
My body was sensory overdrive and I was tempted to move everything I had to that feeling.
Even just having Van’s hands in my hair, streaming through my strands with such intent care and fervor was liable to have me coming way too fucking quickly.
I wanted this to last for as long as humanly possible.
And my god, this fucker could kiss. I’d kissed a fair amount of men in my day, but something about Van made me wild at heart in a way I’d never experienced before.
He was almost animalistic in the way he claimed my lips.
He ripped his lips off mine, only to lick and kiss along my neck.
The moan that ripped out of me wasn’t measured, too overwhelmed by what he was doing to my body to keep myself from acting with restraint.
My hands roamed over his broad back, enjoying every single dip and dive into his muscles.
I’d thought his body sans clothes was perfection when it was wrapped in a suit, but that was nothing compared to his body.
He was hairy, toned, and tanned, and I was in no position to complain.
Van was iron and my hands were flame, intent on igniting him in ways he’d never experienced before.
I thrusted my hips into his, his strained dick grinding against my own. I was so hard, and knowing that he was just as hard as I was just made me considerably harder. He groaned against my neck when my hands snaked down his perfectly crafted body and squeezed his ass.
He lifted off my neck, slack-jawed and in awe of the sensations we were creating. Van stared into my eyes with intense intentions.
“Alistair,” My name had never sounded hotter than in his mouth while he was struggling to regain control over his breathing. “Are we sure we should be doing this?”
I commended his self-righteousness and morality, but I was too fucking horny to care.
Not wanting to respond right away, I took his beefy hand and placed it on my cock, a wet spot already forming at the obscene jutting of my white boxer briefs.
Our moans melded into one groan of satisfaction.
His fingers responded by forming a hold around my dick as I mentally hissed at the contact, jerking in his loose grip.
“Does that feel unsure to you?” I questioned, a smirk on my face and a look in my eyes that dared him to deny what we were both so clearly feeling.
I could see a silent battle in his eyes, like there was something really bothering him that he, at least for a short few seconds, thought he needed to discuss with me before we did what we were about to do.
But he either thought better of it or decided it really wasn’t as pertinent as he’d previously thought, because the next thing I knew, he was using both hands to thumb over the waistband of my boxer briefs and jerking them down in one swift motion.
My breath caught as my cock made it harder for him to remove my underwear, but they were no match for Van’s adamance that I be nude.
Van barely looked away from me as he tossed my underwear to the floor, too busy looking at me like I was a delicious steak and he’d been starving for an entire week.
His eyes dropped to my dick and the fucker sucked in his bottom lip.
Seeing the reaction he was having to my body made my dick leap in the air, another bead of pre-cum slithering out of the tip.
“You are fucking beautiful, Alistair.” Van told me, slowly tracing his palms along the length of my legs, starting from my ankles and making their way up my thighs in search for the prize he refused to take his eyes off of.
Feeling his hands on my thighs, I wanted to shiver from the pleasure of his touch, but I didn’t allow that to happen because I’d be damned if I was going to be the only one without any clothes on. I sat up, pointing at his obvious hard-on. “Take those off. Now.”
His smirk twisted a sensation in the deep pit of my stomach.
I didn’t want to dwell on whatever the fuck was happening there, not when I had such a delicious man right in front of me, just as eager to jump my bones as I was to jump his.
Van slid off the bed to pull his navy boxer briefs down, stepping out of them and allowing me to see his body the way it deserved to be viewed.
Goddamn, he was incredible. His body was one that seemed to be precise in the work he obviously put into it.
I mean, he was a bodyguard, after all. I never gave much thought to what sort of exercise he must do to keep himself in tip-top shape in order to put himself in harm’s way for other people, but whatever the fuck he was doing, it was clearly working.
And his dick was…well, I was a little worried for my ass, if we headed that direction. Let’s just say that Van was definitely proportionate to the rest of him.
He sprung back on the bed, clawing his way back over my body.
I started rolling back down to laying on my back as he meshed his body against mine, both of us exhaling with a hitched breath as our dicks ground against each other again.
I’d decided, wholeheartedly, that my favorite thing on the fucking Earth was Van laying on top of me like that.
I was caged in by not only his bigger and broader body, but by his arms on either side of my frame.
I’d never felt safer than at his disposal, and that thought made my stomach churn knowingly again. I’d had whole relationships with guys that never made me feel a fraction of the comfort that Van was giving me.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you, Alistair.” Van whispered in the small space between us, our faces so close that our noses were almost touching. “All you have to do is tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
Say less. I reached out, grazing my hand along the stubble on his jaw. “I want you to kiss me.”
He wasted no time in devouring my lips into a kiss, his tongue darting out to tease my bottom lip like he was asking for entry.
The second I opened my mouth to him, our tongues clashed in a storm of nerve endings.
God, this is what I wanted. If I could be this satiated from just kissing Van, what the fuck was going to happen to me if we took it further?
With that thought in mind, I pulled back and ended our kiss. Van let out a little whimper of disapproval that was so damn cute, I was tempted to kiss him again just to squash his frustration.
“And now I want you to fuck me.”
Alarm spread across his face, and I couldn’t blame him.
Very rarely was I so direct with my lovers, but Van was having that affect on me that I didn’t feel too vulnerable or too out of sorts to actually ask for what I wanted.
I thought that was a sign of great sexual chemistry, and I was determined to lean into it every chance I got.
“You don’t want to take it slower?” Van countered, his hand wrapping around my dick and subsequently stealing my breath. He slowly started to pump my cock from the base to the tip in an agonizingly torturous pattern. “I could suck this beautiful dick first.”
God, I wanted to be in his mouth. As much as I wanted it though, I wanted his cock inside me more.
Though I didn’t think that Van was going to regret our tryst in the middle of it, I didn’t want to have any regrets of not doing exactly what I wanted tonight.
And while we could take our time, the alcohol in my system made me think that this was my only shot to have this happen with Van.
And if that was the case, I wanted to get fucked, plain and simple.
“No,” I finally said, his pumping on my dick ceasing. “I mean, that sounds great, but I might actually pass out if you don’t at least attempt to give me your dick.”
Genuine laughter exploded out of him at that, his hand unfurling from me and rubbing at the skin of my inner thigh.
He moved lower to my body, shifting my legs and hiking them up a bit until I felt the pad of his thumb hit home across my hole.
I called out at the touch, throwing my head back as he swirled his thumb over my sensitive ring a few times.
“How about here? Can I use my mouth on you here before I give you what you want?”
Oh, god, I wasn’t going to fucking last if he kept talking like that. Unable to speak, I just emphatically nodded, not caring that his stupid smirk turned into him shaking his head at me.
Van guided my legs higher, and I took hold of them to give him easier access to my hole.
Weirdly, I didn’t feel vulnerable to be exposing myself to him like this.
I wasn’t sure if it was the lingering flicks of the alcohol in my bloodstream or how comfortable Van made me feel, but either way, the only thing I truly felt was horny as fuck to have Van take me.
He settled lower on the bed, so that he could have the best access to me.
Before I could properly prepare myself for the fact that Van was about to eat my ass, he dove in and I felt his tongue swipe one single lash across my hole.
My back immediately arched off the bed, overcome with the new sensation.
Van didn’t waste his time, letting his tongue and mouth devour my hole without any trace of hesitation.