6. Beauty in Broken Glass #2
I shook his shoulders. “Can’t I take my friends on a nice trip without there being a special occasion? I just wanted to do something for us for once.”
“Hmm… ok…” He smiled for me finally. “Where should we go for dinner?” he asked.
Soren winked at me before looping his hand with Sebastian’s. “Nick and I have a plan for that. For now, let’s go get unpacked and changed. I need a nap before we enjoy the town.”
“Sounds like a plan!” We dispersed after getting off the elevator, Odysseus and I going down a separate hallway than the others.
He was surprised by this but followed me with a skip in his step that I longed to see from him.
When I opened the door to our room at the end of the private hall, his jaw hit the ground at the elaborate space we walked inside.
“Welcome to our little slice of paradise for the weekend.” I opened my arms and stepped backwards into the room.
“A luxurious bed for a little rendezvous...” I kissed his neck as I said this, “Gorgeous views of the ocean, a bubbling hot tub on the terrace, lots of sweet champagne, and a beautiful sitting area to binge our favorite shows at.”
“This is-... wow, Nick...” He set our bags down and spun in a circle to soak up the space. “How could you ever afford this?”
I took a bite of a chocolate covered strawberry that was settled next to an iced bucket of champagne.
“I know the owner of the hotel. I might have purged the joint of a demon when I was on Earth, but that’s neither here nor there.
” I tugged him towards the balcony doors, which, when opened, revealed the stunning afternoon sun that shone through the windows.
His veins illuminated gold as he let himself absorb the rays of light, and a smile just as beautiful warmed his face. “Gods, what a paradise. I could lie in that sunlight all day...” he murmured peacefully as he soaked up the rays.
I bit his cheek to get his attention. “I have one more surprise for you. Lay on the bed.” Odysseus did as I asked, letting his arms flail behind him.
This pulled his shirt up slightly, revealing the curves of his muscles.
The sight made my throat thicken with yearning, but I wanted him to enjoy his surprise before I ravaged him.
I hit a switch on the wall that opened a massive curtain above the bed, revealing a glorious skylight that brought more of those golden rays across Odysseus's tan skin.
He let out a gasp of pleasure and hugged himself, his eyes blinding under the sparkling sunlight. “Oh Nick... how beautiful is this? We can watch the stars all night!”
“If the stars are in your eyes...” I slid across the bed and ran my fingers under his chin to tilt his face towards me. “This may be Sebastian and Soren's weekend, but I wanted some time to enjoy you, too. How often do we get time to ourselves like this?”
He smirked softly. “You got that right...” His smile turned devious as he walked his fingertips up my chest to flick my nose. “You know, since you’re taking such good care of us this weekend, someone should take care of you in return.”
I mimicked his smirk. “Oh? And who’s going to do that?”
He sunk into the bed and bit his bottom lip. “Me?” he taunted, tilting his head back so his gorgeous hair would slide off his shoulders and pool behind him. He crossed his legs and kicked them gently, so he could dance his foot across the button of my jeans.
He knew he had me.
Seeing him in this rare but fragile state, this submissive state at that, always drove me insane, and made my body erupt with desire. “I want you, all to myself...” I hoarsely croaked.
“Then take me...” he offered, exposing his neck to me and the sun blessing his skin.
His seductive voice slithered underneath my skin and sent me over the edge, causing me to sink down in between his legs.
Our lips feverishly twined for a few minutes, worshiping one another’s mouths as our hands traveled in places only intimates dared to venture.
I loved pulling on his full lips, parting them to tangle our tongues, feeling his smooth skin as my fingers danced in pirouettes across it.
All I wanted was him naked in my arms, and the longer it took to get there, the harder it became to control myself.
He pushed against my chest in between our promiscuous make-out session. “Lay down. It’s my turn to take care of you.”
“I like being generous,” I chuckled, doing as he asked.
He slid the buttons of my shirt open and brushed the clothing off my shoulders, laying tender kisses along my chest as he did this.
I moaned softly and tilted my head to allow him to go up and around my neck, eventually making his way down the bed and my body.
He pulled my zipper down with his teeth; the sound sent shivers up my spine.
We didn’t care whatsoever about the windows being wide open, about the world seeing our most tender moments, or invading our intimacy.
Part of me found it exhilarating, the idea of being caught, and that helped me sink into the pillow-soft sheets and enjoy myself.
Odysseus took extra care today, truly going as slowly and romantically as he could so I would feel every gesture he made.
I was lost in pleasure, my breaths coming out in low pants that mingled with the silence of the room.
My panting matched his own, as he kept taking me in fully and holding out until he had to breathe, but his pants were the sexier ones.
I took handfuls of his hair and gripped it tightly, weaving in and out of the locks to give myself something to focus on beyond climaxing this early in the game.
I abruptly stopped him, a coy smile illuminating my face.
“I’m not ready yet... I want to enjoy your body for as long as possible. ”
He chuckled darkly. “Then do as you please,” he whispered, allowing me to sit up.
I took his shoulders and pinned him face down to the bed this time, sinking my teeth into his collarbone as I walked my fingers down his back.
He buried his face into the sheets and huffed wildly as I slid my arms underneath him, bringing them up to hook onto his shoulders and lock him in place.
Once in that position, I gently moved into him, groaning in his ear from the intense rush of delight that flooded my body.
The little gasp he let out when we connected was incredible and made me start moving my hips in a sensual sway that kept us both on edge.
I loved the way he gripped and bit the bedding, his fingers curling around the clumps of white fabric so tightly that his knuckles matched the color of the sheets.
Positioned like this, I could catch glimpses of his expressions in the mirror across the room, could see his eyes closed tightly and his lips parted to let out gasps of ecstasy.
Every time I bit his neck or ear his mouth would open wider, and the moans he let out would grow more intense.
He let my name travel across his lips, dancing through the air and perfuming it alongside the sound of our panting. “Nick... Nick...!”
“Gods, you feel amazing...” I breathed, moving into him fully so he would scream out.
Every time he wanted to get louder he would bite down on the sheets, unaware that we were in a space where most wouldn’t hear us.
I chuckled softly at this and brushed some of his hair aside so I could whisper in his ear, “You can be as loud as you want, love... no one care hear you.” I moved into him again, as deeply as I could, just to drive the point home and him over the edge.
He let out a real scream this time, a glorious sound that consumed me, and made me want to keep pulling the noise from him.
His skin felt like velvet as I ran my nails down his back, kissing every spot of him that I could to worship his body as much as possible.
Abruptly, I pulled out of him so I could spin him around; when he was face up, arms flailed above him, hair sweat-soaked and strewn above his head, he pulled his legs up as an invitation to move back inside of him.
I took the opportunity and pinned them down so I could do this, and once we were one again, I laced our lips and really let him have it.
The bed groaned in defiance of our actions, begging us to stop, but there was no way that was going to happen.
The God I was making love to was too perfect to not ravage, too sexy to deny, too glorious to ignore.
His desperate need for me to touch him was electrifying, an experience I didn’t get to have often, but one I never took for granted.
I wanted him to enjoy himself more than anything, to understand how starved I was of his touch, to feel as satisfied as I did.
To my delight, he was experiencing just that and was lost in his own world of intense pleasure.
We reached the point of no return, where I could feel my body giving up on me, feel the yearning to orgasm like the yearning to breathe.
I let out desperate groans into his neck as I spasmed, my body twitching from the need to release.
Odysseus was right there with me, and when he felt me orgasm, he let out just as satisfying a one, his body arching into mine to intensify both of ours even further.
I held his hips to me and didn’t move an inch until I was fully through it, and when I was, I trembled slightly from the rush I was experiencing.
“Dear Gods... you are so amazing...” he huffed out, brushing his damp hair from his face as he stared up at the skylight.
I pulled out of him carefully, then fell onto the bed beside him and exhaled shakily. “I could do that a thousand times, if time allowed it.”
“Don’t tempt me,” he chuckled, pulling me over to kiss me gently and initiate another round.