Chapter Twenty-Seven
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Oscar
“Okay, have you made a decision?” Ilias asked from where he was stretched out on the bed in my studio flat wearing one of my old t-shirts and a pair of boxers. It was very distracting.
“I think so,” I said, trying to focus on my laptop and the list in front of me. We were trying to narrow the seaside hotels down to the top ten for the article, but it was proving to be a challenge. “What about you?”
“I’m not the one writing the article. I’m not sure why I’m getting a say.”
“Would you really not want me to ask your opinion?” I raised an eyebrow, and Ilias grinned with faux innocence. “You just don’t want to make a decision.”
“I liked them all! I’m not sure why Marcus would have us review fifteen hotels if the list was only for ten. Why not just pick ten for us to check out and then if one of them sucked we could have looked for another option?”
Ilias had a point, but there wasn’t really anything I could do about it now, considering we’d already stayed at all of them.
“Come on, you have to ditch at least one. Which was your least favourite?”
“I don’t know,” Ilias said, rolling over onto his stomach. It gave me the perfect view of his ass, and I wondered if he was trying to distract me. I frowned as Ilias casually rolled his hips from side to side.
He was definitely trying to distract me.
“Which one scored lowest on the Verrati index?” I asked, determined to try to focus on the task at hand. For now at least.
I hadn’t expected Ilias to stick around so much once we’d gotten back to London. I’d been expecting things to go back to the way they’d been before we’d left on our seaside adventure, but instead, Ilias had practically moved into my studio with only one or two quick jaunts back to his brother’s house for extra clothes.
I hadn’t said anything about it to him because I didn’t want him to think I didn’t want him there. I did. It just amused me how quickly things had progressed between us. But I’d always believed there was no set timeline for these things. Every relationship moved at a different pace, and it just depended on what was right for the participants.
“The second Kent one,” Ilias said. He was flicking through a notebook that was filled with random scribblings. “It was nice, but the decor was a bit dated, and the food could have been better.”
“Agreed. I think nice is the best word I can think of to describe it.”
“And nice is not what we’re going for.”
“Exactly. Madelyn Rossi does not do nice ,” I said, marking the hotel name in red on my list. “One down, four to go.”
“You have to pick next. It’s only fair.”
I hummed in agreement and scrolled through my notes, trying to watch Ilias out of the corner of my eye. He was rolling his hips again, his skin-tight, white boxer briefs highlighting the perfect curve of his ass. His t-shirt had started to ride up, showing off a strip of tanned skin at the base of his spine. I didn’t know why he was still wearing the t-shirt to be honest.
“Stop that,” I said without looking at him.
“Stop what?”
“Trying to distract me.”
“Me? Distract you? I’m not doing anything.” I heard the teasing note in his voice and scoffed.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Trust me, if I was trying to distract you, I’d be going for something far less subtle,” Ilias said, and I knew he was trying to bait me.
I wasn’t going to give in. But my mouth had other ideas.
“Like?” I asked, still not looking up.
“I thought we were supposed to be working?”
“We are.” Not that I was actually focusing on my notes. I’d read the same sentence five times in the last thirty seconds.
“Then choose another hotel,” Ilias said.
I chewed my lip, trying to force my distracted brain to make a decision. “What about the Suffolk one?”
“I liked that one.”
“As much as the others?” I turned my head to look at him and instantly realised I’d made a mistake.
Ilias had removed his t-shirt and was now stretched out on his side facing me, giving me a perfect view of his tanned chest and the dark trail of hair leading down into his boxers… which were clinging to his half-hard cock.
Ilias saw me looking and reached down to adjust his dick, his eyes locked with mine.
“The bed squeaked,” I said, forcing the words out. “Remember?”
“That’s true.”
“And the room was quite cramped.”
“It was,” Ilias said as he palmed himself through the front of his underwear. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, and all my points about work evaporated.
“So, er… that one is out then?”
“Agreed.”
I marked it in red. “Do you want to choose another one?”
Ilias chuckled. “Do you?”
“Not really,” I said.
“I thought you didn’t want to get distracted?” Ilias teased. “I thought you wanted to get this done.”
“Fuck it. We can finish it later.” I closed the laptop and stood, striding over to the bed. It took me barely five steps.
Ilias grinned up at me, but I didn’t give him a chance to say anything before I leant down and claimed his mouth in a hungry kiss. Ilias moaned as I used my knee to push his thighs apart, climbing onto the bed and blanketing his body with mine.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Ilias said against my mouth.
I sat up and pulled my t-shirt off before realising I’d need to stand up to shuck off my jeans and underwear. I had no idea how people ever managed to make getting undressed look sexy because I always found it awkward as fuck.
Ilias was watching me with gleaming eyes. As my gaze met his, he grasped his waistband and slowly pulled his boxers down, revealing his flushed cock.
A low growl escaped my chest as I reached for him, my bed groaning underneath us as I pinned him to the mattress, his body hot and hard underneath me. His erection rubbed against mine, the friction sending a delicious wave of pleasure through me.
Our lips met over and over, his tongue pushing into my mouth and making me melt. I just wanted to keep him in my bed and bring him to orgasm over and over until he was utterly spent. I’d do anything to make Ilias happy, to show him just how much he meant to me.
“Mmm, more,” he muttered, his fingers tangling in my hair and pulling me closer. He ground his hips up again. I nipped his lip and made him gasp before starting to trail kisses down his neck, knowing how much it made him squirm.
I worked my mouth down his body, teasing the hard nubs of his nipples with my tongue and my teeth but not lingering. I didn’t have the patience to drag this out.
“Fuck, oh fuck!” Ilias cried as I wrapped my lips around the leaking head of his cock. His hands were on my head, anchoring himself as I swallowed him down. One of my hands trailed down the inside of his thigh, pushing his legs wider, while my other hand reached for my own cock, giving myself some slow strokes as I sucked him.
I pulled off his cock with a slick pop, leaving Ilias wanting more. He whined and moaned, his hands trying to pull me back to him.
“No,” I said with a hoarse chuckle, moving my mouth lower and pressing a kiss to his taint. “I’m not sucking your cock again.”
“What are you—fuck!”
I smirked as I answered his unanswered question with my tongue, swiping it across the musky, furled skin of his hole. Ilias’s hips practically jack-knifed off the bed. I licked and sucked on the sensitive skin, working him open while he writhed in pleasure.
Ilias ground his hips down, riding my tongue, and I let him take what he wanted from me.
“Here,” Ilias said, tapping my head with something solid. I lifted up to look at him, drinking in his flushed skin and wanton expression before realising he was trying to hand me a bottle of lube. I grinned.
“Did you want something?” I asked.
“No. I want you to paint the fucking Mona Lisa with it.”
I snorted and took the bottle, pouring some onto my fingers. “Might be a bit difficult with lube.”
“Ha-fucking-ha. Just—fuck! Oh fuck, yes!” Ilias’s snark melted into moans as I slowly pressed my finger into him.
“Like that?” I asked, curling my finger to tease his prostate.
“Y-yes. More.”
I worked another finger into him, stretching him open while my other hand reached underneath my body to jack my cock. “Do you want a third?”
“No,” Ilias said. “I want you to fuck me.”
I pulled my fingers out of him and got my knees underneath me, unwrapping the condom Ilias had thrown onto the bed next to me. He grinned at me and flipped himself over onto his hands and knees, looking at me over his shoulder with expectation.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” I said as I dripped more lube on his hole and slicked up my cock. Ilias moaned as I tapped my dick against him.
“Oh fuck, give it to me.” Ilias groaned as I pushed slowly inside him. His ass was hot and tight, squeezing my cock and pulling me in deeper.
I gripped his hips tightly, planting one foot on the bed to give me more leverage as I bottomed out. Ilias let out another moan, then looked at me over his shoulder.
“Fuck me, Oscar.”
I didn’t need any further encouragement. I pulled Ilias onto my cock and began to fuck him hard and fast, giving in to my desperate need for him. Ilias cried out as I pounded him, pressing back onto me.
“Yes! Just like that. Fucking yes… Harder…” Ilias dropped his head and shoulders down, allowing me to go impossibly deep.
Desire consumed me. I wasn’t sure where it had come from, but maybe it had always been there just waiting to be unleashed. I couldn’t get enough of Ilias.
At this rate, we were never going to get anything done because all I wanted to do was spend my time worshipping him and turning him into a rapturous, begging mess in the middle of my bed.
“Touch yourself,” I said. “I want to feel you come. Want to hear you.”
“Yes… You, fuck, you like it when I’m loud, don’t you?”
“Yes. Love hearing you. Love knowing I’m doing that to you.”
Ilias groaned, and I heard the wet slap of skin on skin as he began to jerk himself. It sent pleasure spinning through me, and I gripped his hips so hard I almost worried he’d bruise.
I pounded into him, angling myself so I could tag his prostate with every drag of my cock. I knew I’d gotten it right when Ilias cried out in desperation.
I felt my orgasm bearing down on me, and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it.
“Ilias…” I growled. “I’m close.”
“Me too. Fuck! I’m gonna… gonna come.”
Ilias cried out, his ass tightening around me as I thrust in deep sending me spinning over the edge alongside him. I let out a deep groan as my orgasm shook my body, releasing all the pent-up tension I’d been starting to feel throughout the afternoon.
I hadn’t even realised I’d been frustrated until then.
“Mmm, that was fun,” Ilias said from underneath me, twisting his head to look up at me with a satisfied smile spreading across his face. “We should do that again.”
He stretched out his arms and sank farther into the bed. I gently pulled out and released his hips, watching him spread out like an oversized cat and sigh happily.
“Do you feel better now?”
“What do you mean?” I climbed off the bed, disposing of the condom in my bathroom bin.
“You were getting frustrated,” Ilias said, rolling onto his back, still gloriously naked, his spent cock resting against his hip. “With work. I thought you could do with a distraction.”
“So you were trying to distract me!” I flopped down onto the bed next to him and gave him a soft kiss. Ilias shot me a withering look and a fond smile.
“It helped though, didn’t it?”
“I suppose.”
“Really? You suppose? You didn’t just take out all your frustrations on my ass?”
“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
“Of course not.” Ilias snuggled into me and kissed me again. He looked utterly gorgeous all rumpled and relaxed. He looked like mine. “I liked it, and if I hadn’t, I’d have said something.”
He wrapped his arms around me, pinning me in place. I kissed the top of his head, his sweet vanilla and peach smell filling my senses.
“You do realise I still have to finish the list?” I didn’t want to get up again or go back to work, but Marcus was expecting a draft of the article by Wednesday morning, and it was already Monday afternoon.
I only had to write a couple hundred words about each place, but distilling the hotel, the local area, and the experience down to something short and catchy was my idea of a nightmare.
It was more like writing sales copy than a review. I had a tendency to wax lyrical and focus on the things that interested me rather than what would interest The Traveller ’s readership. It was something I was still working on, which was partly why I suspected Marcus had given me this assignment—because it would give me a chance to practice.
I was still expecting my draft to be returned by the end of the week covered in notes and tracked changes.
Ilias muttered something I didn’t catch, then said. “Fine. But we’re doing it from here. Your top ten, off the top of your head. And if you can do it in under two minutes, I’ll give you a blow job later. Go.”
I chuckled. “Fine… Right… Heather Bay, that was nice, August House…”