Chapter 54
Ryan
A bout an hour ago, I did something I shouldn't have. I went down to the hotel bar and ordered a cocktail. No, not a mocktail.
Death in the Afternoon. Champagne and Absinthe. The large empty bar made it easier to zero in on the opalescent liquid, whispering to me with promises of amnesia inducement. The soft music disappeared in the echoes of my blood rushing through my head like a river. The bartender ceased to exist. Just me, mood lights, empty chairs and stools, champagne and absinthe swimming like a siren in a glass and bottles of liquor smiling at me from the shelves.
Oh, hell. I'd never craved something as much as I craved that sip of alcohol. I brought the glass to my lips, the scent seeping into my nerve endings like essential oils and luring me in like a temptress. I shut my eyes and told myself I'd start again tomorrow, if tomorrow was cruel enough to come. I looked into the vision of Lily's face and apologized to her for not being good enough.
And then, I surprised myself.
I put the glass down.
I'd been questioning that decision ever since as the bottle of water from the minibar in my room only served to frustrate me more. Walking across the room, I opened the blinds and the sliding glass doors. Stepping out on the balcony, I let the air whip into me. At the edge of the balcony, I got a view of buildings one can only see in Europe. It was quiet and yet, I fooled myself into thinking I could hear Lily next door. Closing my eyes against my imagination, I didn't hear the door open.
"You're not going to jump, are you?" Matt came up behind me.
"Fuck." I gripped my chest. "Not intentionally. But if you startle me like that again, I might fall over the edge."
I turned around to look at him and the hickey on his neck jumped out at me. That wasn't there earlier. I knew it wasn't from Ethan or Eric. It pulled me forward.
"Ah, so the sounds I was imagining weren't real then." I reached out and brushed my thumb against it.
Matt shivered.
"I don't know. How long were you standing there, perving for?" His voice went low.
"Not long. I needed some fresh air." I pulled him toward me.
"I'm sorry I left you alone, I just..." He started.
"Oh, I get it." I groaned, burying my nose against the hickey, hoping that I'd be able to smell her intoxicating breath on him. "You've already showered." I noted with a hint of disappointment.
"Yeah, I only came over to see how you were doing." He moaned when I pressed my lips against the mark, imagining her lips on mine.
"I've had better days. But this is the perfect distraction." I sucked on the hickey and he groaned, pressing his body into mine. "Did she mark you anywhere else?" I rasped.
"You'll have to take my shirt off first to find out." His cock pressed up against mine and I gripped his T-shirt, wishing it wasn't such expensive material so that I could rip it off him. I pulled it over his head with ferocity and searched his body for her presence.
Fingering the hairs on his chest and tracing his tattoo, I listened to him pant.
"Not there." He breathed and turned his back toward me.
"Fuck." My knees went weak at the sight of the long nail scratches making welts in his skin. "Those must sting."
"Sweetly." He confessed.
My tongue found the still healing wound and he sighed into me as I pulled it across his skin, following up with kisses.
"Fuck. I'm burning up." He reached behind me to cup my cock beneath my jeans.
This is what I should have been doing, instead of going down to that stupid bar. Thank goodness he was just wearing shorts and I shoved them from his hips. Releasing myself took a little longer as I undid my own belt and unbuttoned my jeans. Killing two birds with one stone, I walked him toward the bed.
"What if I send you back to her with a few marks of my own? Would you like that?" I asked, stepping out of my pants and retrieving the belt.
He nodded. "Yes. Use me. Please."
Ah, shoot. I wrapped my hand around my belt, preparing myself before bringing it down on his backside, warming him up first. He groaned so loud, I was sure anyone passing by could hear it. I smiled at the open glass doors, hoping that the wind would take the sounds back to Lily when I brought the belt down harder this time. He howled and gripped the sheet.
"Are you okay?" I coughed against the rattle in my tightening throat.
"Damn. Yes." He sobbed.
"Cry harder. For Lily," I instructed as my third strike hit him. "Good," I commended him when he hollered and called my name. My mouth went dry at the thought of her hearing us and reacting.
Rewarding him for being good, I kissed the cheek I'd reddened just for her, before flipping him over on his back. He winced as it rubbed up against the sheet. My breath shortened.
"You good?" I checked in, leaning over him and placing my hands underneath his backside.
He licked his lips. "Stop asking me that."
Chuckling, I pulled him onto my lap and caught his lips with mine. My hands took care of his backside, kneading it as our tongues taught each other. I groaned when he nipped my bottom lip and stroked his nails through my beard.
"Don't forget the cameras," he reminded me.
"Of course not." I released him to reach over the bed onto the suitcase where I'd placed the one he bought me, and he started rubbing my backside. I grinned. "What are you doing?"
"Your backside is amazing. If you're ever tired of being in charge..." he started.
"I'll never get tired of being in charge." I flipped over onto my back and turned on the camera. "Now climb on top and let me take your picture."
"Without any preparation? Never in your wildest dreams." He winked. "I'll be right back."
"Where are you going?" I groaned as he left the bed and pulled on his underpants. When the doors closed, however, my heart pounded. He'd be able to tell me if she heard him, if she'd been reacting to the sounds of us.
I held off on setting my phone up to record, half-expecting her to walk back into the room with him when the door opened. Instead, he was holding his vlogging camera.
"I thought she'd want to see the live show." My stomach dipped.
"She's afraid she wouldn't be able to keep herself from joining us," he said as he shut the door behind him.
"She said that?" I gasped.
"With her fingers occupied," he groaned.
"Oh my," I said. "Come here."
He slipped out of his boxers and rushed over to me.
"She says I should make sure you treat me well and not miss a single second," he kissed me. "She also..."
Say no more. He could be feeding me a bunch of lies, but I kissed him like I was kissing her, growing dizzy with the potential. Groaning as he moved, I opened my eyes to find him filming me. Knowing she'd be watching this and reacting to it, I opened my mouth wider. The camera wobbled in his hands as he shuddered.
Pulling away, I took it from his hands and set it on the nightstand. The loss of contact left him shivering.
"Lay down," I pushed him back.
Eyes dazed, he watched me as I fell on my knees before him. He stroked his chest, hissing in anticipation. "Did she see the marks on your backside?"
"Mm-hm." He nodded, biting his bottom lip. "Kissed and touched it."
"Did she?" I smiled. "Or are you just making stuff up?"
"Oh, she definitely did. With Ethan and Eric sleeping on the couch with the pillows over their heads..." His eyes twinkled.
"Okay, now you're definitely lying," I laughed.
"She did kiss and touch my backside though, just before I kissed her," he breathed.
"Which hand?" My eyes locked onto his hands.
"The ones I'm about to wrap around my cock." He pants.
Growling low, I watched his fingers curl around himself, and I lurched for it like a wild animal. Subtle yet tangy, I smelled her on him, and fuck, the head of my cock ached. Licking his fingers, I let my tongue travel over his exposed cock. Groaning, I lost myself in her flavor, lavishing the head of his cock and letting their flavors mingle.
"Mmmmm." I groaned low in my throat.
Matt's breath caught and he stroked himself harder. Knowing he was covering himself in her and getting off on the thought of it as well, I sucked his ball into my mouth.
"Fuck. Ryan. Lily. Fuck me." His voice deepened and my animal instincts honed into the command.
"Oh. I will." I assured him, picking up my camera. "But right now, you look so fucking hot." I snapped a few shots of his hand wrapped around himself, his tattoo bathing under the sunlight from the balcony, his fingers in my mouth, and interlocked in mine. His cock, red and desperate for some attention. My own quivered and I groaned. "I bet you'd look even hotter with my cock in your mouth."
"You think so?" He asked as I climbed over him.
I nodded, aiming the heavy camera at his face as I hurried to shove my thick piece inside his mouth. His face tensed in an instant, his brows pinching in pleasure. The more photos I took of him, the more turned on I was, until I had to pull myself from his mouth, put the camera aside and pull him on top of me.
I'll be honest. I forgot the camera was there when I eased into his ass, the lube loosening him up like magic. He groaned, finding my lips with his and working my cock with his years of experience.
Fuck, my brain turned into soup as he took over the job, dominating me as if he was making a point. I let him think he was the one in control. His deep groans mingled with mine and it grabbed onto something in my stomach.
"Matt. Yes. Fuck." I leaned back and spat on my hand to stroke him. His hips jerked against me. "Damn."
I started to lose my bearings and I fell back onto the sheet. Through the haze of my eyes, I caught him smiling. Shit. I couldn't let him think he had the best of me. I lifted my hips to pound him, but he tightened around my sensitive shaft. I didn't see it coming. The explosion hit me like a fucking train.
"What the fuck was that?" I asked, blinking the blur from my eyes, convinced the orgasm had left me blind.
He fell off me with a sigh. "I did lie about something."
"What?" I tried to turn toward him, but I couldn't fucking move.
"She actually told me to make sure I fuck you good." He turned his head toward me. Licking his lip, he panted. "Out of ten, how did I do?"
Fucking ten out of ten. But if I told him that, he wouldn't try to top it next time. And shit, I needed some more of that.
"Eh." I frowned.
He gasped. "You're lying! I can still feel you leaking out of my ass."
"That's because I haven't cum in a while." I lied.
He rolled his eyes and pulled himself from the bed.
"Wait, where are you going?" I eased up onto my elbows.
"Back to my room." He started pulling on his boxers.
"Why? The camera is still rolling. And if you give me an hour, I'll show you how it's done." My lips twitched at the corners.
He paused and turned. "Does that mean you're finally going to let me fuck that ass for a change?"
Sighing, I got up from the bed and staggered over to him. Pulling him into me, I teased him with a kiss that didn't come. "No. It means I'm going to punish that ass in return for trying to dominate me."
"I didn't try." He raised one brow. "I think I did."
I slapped his sore ass cheek and his knees buckled. "You must really want to be punished, huh?"
Moving his head out of the way and positioning him for the camera, I brought my lips back down to Lily's hickey, using my teeth to hurt him a little. "Stay the night," I whispered, grateful that he came when he did.