Chapter 24 Daniel
DANIEL
There was something about walking the halls of a hotel past midnight that made you feel incredibly dirty.
Perhaps it was because nothing good ever came out of sneaking around, but maybe it was all just my conscience telling me to turn around and go back home to my wife and child.
But the same as two nights ago, I ignored those voices in the back of my head and continued chasing my desires.
While the circumstances were wrong, the emotions held in my heart weren’t.
Feelings I’d suppressed for far too long and which I didn’t want to hide anymore. At least, not from him.
There was still a far way ahead of me before I’d be willing to admit the truth out loud, but tonight could be a start, and no one was more deserving of it than Elliot. Or at least, so I kept telling myself.
Stopping in front of his room, I took a deep breath.
Knowing this night could have many outcomes didn’t help to ease my mind.
But determined to tell Elliot what was in my heart, I raised my fist to knock on the door when I noticed it was left open.
My brows furrowed as my forehead creased with worry.
Just in case it was a mistake, I knocked and waited for a response.
When it didn’t come, I allowed myself in.
“Elliot?” I called after walking inside, closing the door behind me.
The room was completely dark except for the thin strip of light that came from underneath the bathroom door.
So he’s in the shower? I considered leaving and spending some time in the lobby until he was done, when the bathroom door opened.
My eyes immediately went to Elliot and his almost naked skin with nothing to cover it but a white towel wrapped around his waist. The other night, I didn’t have the time to admire his body, as I was in a rush to claim him, but now, my mouth watered at the sight of his fair skin and defined muscles that seemed to be carved in marble.
“You’re already here,” he said in French, and I realized I was staring.
I coughed before pointing over my back. “The door was open, so I allowed myself in. I hope that’s alright.”
“You didn’t wait for an invitation last time,” he said before slipping off the towel covering his groin and tossing it on the floor.
Fighting the urge to look at his perfect dick, I forced my stare away and focused on the walls as I heard him step closer.
“S-shouldn’t you cover yourself with something?”
“Why?”
I loosened my tie just a bit. “Well, we said we’d talk.”
He huffed a laugh, causing me to look up and meet his amused stare.
“We aren’t going to talk.”
“Elliot—”
“We’re going to fuck.”
I hated the French word for fuck almost as much as I hated it in English.
“I don’t think it’s wise,” I tried saying, but he scoffed.
“I don’t care what you think.”
I frowned at his hostility until he stopped before me. Placing one hand on my shoulder, he tilted his head as his eyes scanned me in detail.
“You’ve had your way thus far… now it’s my turn.” Nudging his chin up, he then grabbed my tie and pulled me closer until his lips were an inch away. “Get on your knees,” he ordered, tightening his grip.
A tremor went through my body at his command, and without knowing it, I found myself kneeling at his feet. Yet, my eyes were still locked with his, almost like I was waiting for permission to proceed.
Elliot didn’t say a word and instead forcefully cupped my jaw. Moving the pad of his fingers over my skin, he slowly brought them to my mouth. My breath shuddered as he slipped his thumb between my lips, and I sucked on it, stifling a groan as I did.
“Non, non, monsieur.” He tapped my jaw. “Keep this mouth open.”
The switch between languages excited me almost as much as his words, causing my dick to stiffen in my slacks.
Sitting on my knees in a full suit sure wasn’t comfortable, but not enough to distract me from Elliot.
Eager to please and have a taste of him, I opened my mouth, and he slipped his finger out.
Next thing I knew, he took his dick in his hand and brought it to my mouth.
The head was glossy and pink, tempting beyond words.
So, without thinking twice, I parted my lips and took him into my mouth.
It had been years since I’d given head, and from what I remembered, I was never a fan of the act.
Sucking a stranger’s cock always felt dirty, and to be quite frank, I hated it.
I hated it until right that second, when Elliot’s dick pushed past my lips.
Still not doing anything, I allowed myself to enjoy the weight of his cock pressing down on my tongue.
The odd feeling of fullness was everything I didn’t know I lacked, and when he thrust his hips forward and his cock slid deeper inside my mouth, my balls grew tighter with the sensation.
“Seems like you were meant to do this,” he chuckled in French, and I fisted myself over my slacks to ease some of the pressure.
His words, condescending and cold, made my body hot, as if it were set on fire.
Wanting to prove him right, I took him deeper into my throat, using my tongue against his shaft while I did.
Elliot let out soft moans of pleasure that only turned me on further, and pleased I was doing well, I began sucking him faster.
The whole time I bobbed up and down his impressive length, Elliot’s fingers were in my hair, forcing me to keep going.
My lips stretched around his girth as his scent surrounded me, the same as the sound of his deep voice, which got heavier with each passing second.
Like some virgin teen who’d never experienced sex in his life, my cock throbbed in my slacks, soaking the expensive fabric with precum, making it extremely uncomfortable.
My cheeks flamed with both my embarrassment and arousal as I groaned around his length, yet I didn’t stop and only proceeded to give him the best head of my life.
Elliot swore under his breath, and I looked up.
Eyes closed, lashes fanning over flushed cheeks, and damp hair falling over thick brows—the sight of him was almost enough to make me come.
Still, instead of touching myself like I so desperately wanted, I grabbed Elliot’s thigh and took him all the way in, until my nose nestled against his trimmed pubes.
He gasped with surprise as his dick slid down my throat.
“Oh oui!” He moaned. “So good.”
My pulse quickened, pounding in my ears, while I could feel his cock growing harder the same way mine did.
Breathing through my nose, I relaxed my throat and kept still as he fisted my hair with both hands.
He thrust into my mouth with full force, and I gagged, yet it didn’t stop him from fucking my mouth like he had a personal vendetta against it.
Then, he thrust in one last time before he spilled deep down my throat.
I took it all, drinking every drop he had to offer while his body shuddered with his climax.
I kept on my knees while he tried to catch his breath. Pulling back, I eyed his thick cock. Cum and spit covered the flushed tip, making my mouth water. Thinking it was finally my turn to come, I unzipped myself and was about to take out my cock when Elliot used his foot to kick my hand away.
“What are you—ah.” My breath caught as he pressed down on my dick with his bare foot, leaving me without words.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he challenged me with a raised brow and a teasing smile.
“I-I thought it was my turn—oh God,” I gasped when he pushed harder.
“Your turn for what?”
“To come.”
“And what would your wife say about that?”
My body tensed at his words, and I was ready to reply when he moved his foot along my shaft, using his toes to rub the tip of my cock, which peeked out from the waistband of my briefs.
“I’ve always loved a man in a suit,” he said, licking his lips while his foot continued to massage me.
My chest rose and fell with my heaving breaths as I tried to focus on the sensation of his touch. The pressure was so good and unexpected that, dumbstruck, I leaned forward, my forehead pressed to his thigh while he continued to rub me over my underwear.
With a shaking hand, I pushed my briefs down, and my cock sprang free.
Thankfully, Elliot didn’t stop me from doing so and instead moved his foot back to my throbbing length.
My skin burned under my suit as I wheezed air in and out of my lungs.
Each of his strokes covered my skin with goose bumps and made my heart beat faster.
Moving his foot up and down my shaft, Elliot applied just the right amount of pressure to make me burst with need.
I could feel my climax building in the pit of my stomach and was ready to burst when I was kicked to the floor.
Shocked, I landed on my back and watched him walk away.
Panic clogged my throat, and I forced it down so I could speak.
“Where are you going—” Something landed on my chest, and I looked down to see a condom.
“What are you waiting for?” His eyes moved down to my hard cock. “Put it on.”
I couldn’t have moved faster.
With clumsy fingers, I ripped open the pack and brought the rubber to my cock.
I bet I looked as pathetic as I felt, spread on the floor, still in my suit, trying to put on a condom without tearing it apart.
Ignore that. I knew I looked pathetic, but I didn’t mind it.
Not in the least. Especially when Elliot moved to sit on my lap.
My eyes went wide as I watched him spit into his palm and smear it over my painfully hard cock. Then, with one hand fisting the fabric of my shirt, he raised his hips and aligned the crown of my cock with his entrance.
“W-wait, you’re not prepared, and I’m—” My words were replaced with a sharp intake of air once he plunged down on my dick, using his weight to push all the way down until I bottomed out inside him.