Chapter 9
Julian
Wow.
Romeo’s lips are just as sweet as I hoped they would be. I can taste the pink lemonade he’s been drinking and his fruity, sticky lip gloss, as well as something that’s uniquely him. It’s delicious.
He moans and melts into my touch as our mouths work together, sharing what I hope is the first intimate moment of many to come tonight. He’s still gripping his vest in one hand, but he manages to wrap his arms around my back so we can press our bodies together.
I’m suddenly acutely aware that we’re wearing far too many clothes.
However, that’s also the moment that the elevator jerks and we snap apart.
I realize we must have stopped long enough ago that the doors opened on our floor, then closed again, and now we’re traveling back down again.
Romeo and I share a guilty look before laughing.
He reaches over and wipes the corner of my mouth, presumably removing a smear of lip gloss just in time.
The doors open once more on the first floor, allowing a young couple with a toddler to step on board.
Mercifully, they’re not wedding guests. But they still give us a curious look when we don’t get off and instead join them in their ascent.
Romeo presses the button for the third floor again, and we ride up trying not to burst out laughing as the family chat away next to us. We get off before them, and he practically grabs my hand to drag me to what I assume is his room.
The reality of what we’re doing hits me, but not in a way that makes me pause with doubt.
When the door slams shut behind our backs and it’s finally just us two, a wave of gratitude crashes over me.
I exhale as I cup my hands on either side of Romeo’s beautiful face again, taking a moment to appreciate the random set of circumstances that brought us to now.
Then I push him against the wall for another desperate kiss.
“You’re so beautiful,” I mumble into his mouth. “Been wanting to do this all day.”
He giggles and looks up at me mischievously. “I’ve been wanting you to do that all day as well, Captain Daddy.”
Then he waggles his eyebrows at me, proving he knows how exasperating he’s being.
“I told you not to call me that,” I growl and tickle his sides, but that just makes him yelp loudly.
“What are you going do about it, old man?” he challenges, writhing against me. I groan and brush my lips against his.
“If I’m kissing you,” I murmur, “then you can’t call me silly names, can you?”
But the sassy little brat only pulls back and smirks. “There are other things you could do with my mouth to shut me up, you know?”
Rather than answer him, I yank off my jacket and startle him by bending down and scooping him into a bridal carry.
He yelps and drops his rumpled pink vest, but then he’s got his arms wrapped around my neck and is kicking his heels gleefully as I walk us from the main room of his suite into the bedroom.
“Is this okay?” I whisper as my knees press against the side of the mattress.
He nods then nuzzles our noses together. “I want to feel you,” he says simply.
I know what he means.
Carefully, I lay him down on top of the duvet with his head resting on the multiple pillows that hotels always insist on having.
Usually, I bat them to the floor without a second thought.
But seeing Romeo nestled among them now, I can appreciate how romantic they actually are.
They represent luxury and an escape from regular, everyday life.
Romeo deserves luxury, and he’s anything but regular compared to my everyday life.
He watches me as I undo my own vest and toe off my shoes.
Rather than tend to himself, he waits until I make a move to join him on the bed before wiggling his feet, grinning hopefully at me.
I sigh like I’m annoyed, but my smile is deeply affectionate, so he knows that I’m both enjoying playing a grump as much as I relish gently prying his loafers off.
I can’t help but chuckle at the pink socks I find underneath, embellished with little cartoon chapels and horseshoes.
“You like them?” he asks me quietly.
I could have kicked myself back in the elevator when I gave him the impression that I thought he was too much. I was trying to tell him he’s extraordinary and that I love his joie de vivre, but it came out wrong and touched a nerve instead.
If I have to, I’ll spend all night making up for that mistake.
“They’re so you,” I tell him with a grin as I ease the first one off. “I think they’re amazing.”
He gives me a coy grin and squirms against the bed. “So you think I’m amazing, huh?”
With the second sock discarded, I crawl up the bed and hover above him on all fours. “Yes, Romeo. I do.”
I hold his gaze until he tries to look away, embarrassed.
But I capture his jaw and hold his face steady, looking into his eyes as I drop my face toward his.
Both our eyes flutter closed as we kiss, and I let some of my weight drop on top of him.
By the way he moans into my mouth, I think he likes that.
After a few minutes, he shifts under me. “Too many clothes,” he complains.
I laugh. “That’s what I was thinking earlier. Shall we do something about it?”
“Aye, aye, Captain!” he cries, eagerly reaching for the buttons on my shirt.
We spend the next couple of minutes clumsily kissing, laughing, and pulling at various items of clothing until we roll back onto our sides, acres of hot skin pressed together.
Romeo’s body is a marvel, and I want to explore every inch of it.
I start by trailing my mouth along one of his collarbones, loving how he arches his back and groans at my touch.
It’s been so long since I did this, especially with someone I just met, but he makes it feel effortless and natural.
He’s also making me feel really good about myself considering the obvious age gap between us.
In the cold light of day, it’s easy to argue the merits of wisdom and experience over youth.
However, when you’re both stripped bare and hoping the other person still finds you attractive, nobody wants to feel like a has-been.
Romeo clearly does not think that about me.
“Holy fucking shit,” he whimpers as his hands dig into my back and he thrusts up against me, our dicks finding friction on each other’s stomachs.
“Julian, oh my god. Oh my god, you’re so hot.
No wonder you’re a firefighter. The god of firefighters.
I love these muscles here. And these, too.
Just use all the muscles, okay? Pin me down like I’m on fire and we need to roll together until you save me! ”
I can’t help but snort and pause from sucking on one of his nipples to kiss his ridiculous, amazing mouth instead. I’m so relieved he didn’t take what I said about getting him to stop talking to heart. I love his outrageous, exuberant stream of consciousness.
“I’ll do whatever you like, Romeo,” I promise him. “Do you have any supplies?”
I had to ask but I wish that wasn’t the case. He pouts sadly and we pause for a moment. “I don’t have anything at all,” he admits. “I wasn’t expecting to get laid. I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, no,” I assure him, shaking my head before giving him a quick kiss. “That was also the last thing I was expecting. It’s not like I wander around with condoms and lube in my back pocket. You caught me off guard.”
I’m tempted to remind him again how special that makes him, but the way he peeks up at me through his eyelashes, I think he knows. I take a moment to appreciate the fact that his make-up somehow still looks flawless before cupping the side of his jaw and brushing my thumb against his cheekbone.
“We can still have fun, though,” I say. “If that’s what you want?” He blows a raspberry and shoves my shoulder. “Ow?” I cry with a laugh.
“Well, don’t say dumb things, then,” he tells me sternly. “I finally got you naked and all to myself and you want to do what now? Knit? Play cards?”
“You say ‘finally’ like it hasn’t been less than twelve hours since we even met,” I growl into his ear before kissing along his throat.
He hums and I feel the vibrations. “Felt like longer, Captain Daddy. You’ve been a terrible tease all day.”
“Me a tease?” I snort and lift his leg up just so I can give his ass cheek a solid spank. He lets out a satisfying shriek, then moans seductively, rubbing his leaking cock against my belly. “You’ve been driving me wild and you know it.”
“Worked, didn’t it?” he asks smugly. I just growl again as I shift up the bed, taking my dick in hand and angling it toward his lips.
“I believe you suggested there were other ways I could keep your mouth preoccupied, hmm?”
He grabs my hips with both hands and looks up at me reverently. “Fuck my face,” he begs, as if that would be some kind of chore on my part.
I guide the tip of my length past his lips and drop my head back as he immediately starts to suck. I have to look back almost right away to drink in the beautiful sight of him swallowing me down, taking me all the way to the back of his throat and sending me spiraling into bliss.
“Yes, Romeo, yes,” I utter, holding the headboard with one hand and palming the back of his neck with the other.
As much as I could happily stay like this until I climax, that could easily happen too quickly. It’s been so long since anyone else put their mouth on me, I almost feel like a teenager on a hair-trigger, ready to explode at any moment.
But Romeo deserves more than that. And if we’re only going to have this night together—a strong possibility, I suspect—then I want to make it last.
Or at least not come within the first sixty seconds of a blow job.
Reluctantly, I ease back and free myself. Romeo’s panting but he also pouts in disappointment, stroking my ego even if his tongue is no longer stroking my cock. A rush of affection for him crashes over me. He’s here making me feel like a rock star instead of a slightly rusty, middle-aged grump.