Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
SIMON
“I want you, Simon,” Andrés whispers in my ear as he breaks the kiss. His accent is thick and dark like the finest molasses, and my toes curl at the way he says my name, drawing the “mon” out longer than normal.
“I’m yours,” I whisper back. I know he’s talking about sex and so am I, as this will all end in a couple of days, but there’s an undercurrent of something much more corporeal.
I don’t know if he feels it too. I push it aside as there’s no point dwelling on it now, or ever.
He takes my hand and pulls me along with him as we walk out of the barn and back towards the hotel.
I’m glad for the strong grip he has on my hand as that kiss weakened my knees and I’m sure I’d stumble if it weren’t for him.
My plan worked better than I expected; I hadn’t even started it really.
The carrots were a way of trying to get a third hookup, the kissing was supposed to come later.
I never expected to like horses so much, though—well, his horses, as they’re the only ones I’ve met.
But seeing them calm and content after all the speed and action they were in the middle of during the game earlier, I have a new appreciation of them.
Even without a hookup, I enjoyed talking to them and feeding them carrots.
Andrés drops my hand as we reach the entrance to the foyer. I misstep and he grabs my elbow to steady me. I curse under my breath.
“Sorry, you said you would get into trouble if anyone saw us,” he says with a look of concern in his eyes, and I can’t be mad at him that he remembered that when I’d forgotten.
“Yes, and thanks. I’ll be alright.” I nod at him and he releases me again.
I follow him into the building, a couple of paces behind, and make my way to the elevator, trying hard not to look like we’re together.
There are a couple of people in the elevator, so I stand in a separate corner and don’t look at Andrés.
Thankfully they get off on the floor below, and when the doors close behind them Andrés gives me a wink, which flips my insides out.
Once through the door to his suite I relax more and take off my coat and shoes. Andrés pulls off his boots and shrugs off his coat. Then, just as he did on the previous nights, he starts a playlist on his phone. Again classical, but with a different tone.
“Do you have to be up early? Four thirty?” He raises his eyebrows with the question and gives me a smirk, teasing me about my lie from last time.
“Actually, I have the day off tomorrow. I have a meeting mid-morning, but other than that I’m not working.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” he says while walking over to me. He cups a hand round my arse and pulls me close, grinding a little so I can feel how hard he is. My cock strains against my trousers, enjoying the friction. “Do you have any plans for your day off?”
“I was hoping you might wreck me so much I can’t sit down for a week,” I say, and watch with delight as his eyes darken and he gives a little growl that sends shivers down my spine.
“Would you like a drink?” he asks, suddenly pulling away and walking to the mini bar.
“Yeah, sure.” I gulp as my cock complains at the loss of contact.
He pulls out a bottle of champagne and sets out a couple of glasses. As he deftly pops the cork I can see it’s an expensive brand.
“We’re drinking two hundred dollar champagne?” I blurt out in surprise.
“It was in the room and I’m not paying.” He shrugs as if it’s no big deal, pouring the fizz.
“You’re not?” My curiosity is piqued as to why he’s staying in such a luxurious suite.
“No,” he says, handing me a glass. “Gabriel is, but I don’t want to talk about him. I want to drink with you and think about everything I’m going to do to your beautiful body.” He clinks his glass against mine and downs the drink in one long gulp.
He walks back to the bar, and as he pours himself another I swallow down my glassful and join him so he can refill mine too.
He doesn’t pick up his glass straight away, instead he takes mine off me and sets it down.
He starts to unbutton my shirt, and as I go to tug at his, he moves his body away out of my reach.
“Let me do this for you,” he whispers, and I stay still, letting my arms drop by my side.
He pulls my shirt halfway down my arms, trapping them in place as he kisses across my collarbone and down my shoulder.
He bends further and licks my left nipple, and I stretch a little as it feels good.
He takes the hard nub in his mouth, sucking hard, and I hum.
He repeats the same to the right side, and I take a deep breath, enjoying the attention on my chest. He dips his fingers in his glass and drips the liquid onto my nipples.
He again licks and sucks, this time biting down, and I groan as the twin sensations of pain and pleasure light up every cell in my body.
“Do you like that?” he asks.
“Yes,” I croak, my body desperate for his touch again. He does it again, and this time I cry out as he bites me, arching into him. He licks back up my chest and pulls back slightly to look at me.
“You’ll tell me to stop if you need to, won’t you?” A flicker of concern crosses his dark brow.
“I will,” I reassure him, and he bends his head and kisses the sweet spot between my neck and shoulder. He pulls my shirt down and I wriggle my arms free. I roll my shoulders a couple of times to ease them.
“Did you like that too?” he asks as he tosses my shirt aside. I see a dark but hopeful look in his eyes. His concern and questions surprise me as it’s not common with hookups. Another thought why he may be asking springs to mind and lodges in my chest.
“Being restrained? Yeah, I like it sometimes, but I’m not into full-on BDSM. So tell me now if you’re a Dom or anything.”
“No, nothing like that.” He huffs a laugh and the small knot of worry eases. He was just genuinely trying to find out, and I find that touching, especially as this is a fleeting thing.
“I’m sorry if I’ve killed the mood,” he says, handing me my glass. I drink half of it and put the glass back down.
“You haven’t. It’s good to know likes, dislikes, and boundaries.
And consent is sexy—one of the sexiest things, actually.
” I trace my hand down his chest, over his abs to his groin, and run my hand across the bulge in his trousers, feeling his semi turn hard as I rub my thumb firmly up and down.
“What could be sexier than saying yes?” I deliberately say the last word in a breathy whisper and increase the pressure of my thumb.
His breathing becomes irregular and his eyes become hooded in a seriously sexy way.
I lean close and whisper against his neck.
“Can I suck you?”
“Yes.” His voice is dark and gravelly.
“See, very sexy,” I say only half teasingly, as hearing him speak like that makes my body tingle. He gives a tiny huff as if he finds me funny but can’t think past what my hand is doing to him. Good. I intend to blow his dick and his mind.
I quickly unbutton his jeans and pull them down, sinking to my knees in front of him.
His cock is tenting his boxers, already wet with precum.
Grabbing the waistband, I pull them over the end, freeing his cock with a bounce.
I still can’t get over how beautiful it is, long and perfectly framed by a mass of dark hair.
I trace my tongue lazily from base to tip, lapping at the steadily leaking precum, then I wet my lips and wrap them round the head, working my tongue over the glands and laving his slit.
Hearing his low hum spurs me on, and I work more of him into my mouth, alternately applying pressure and then tongue until he’s groaning.
He’s too long for me to take all of him, not without practice, so I wrap my hand around the base and keep up the pressure.
I work my mouth back up to the head, licking and sucking sloppily, then I graze my teeth across the tip and his hips jerk.
“More . . . please,” he hisses as he thrusts into my mouth.
I glance up at him. He’s gripping onto the bar behind him, his head thrown back, his breathing is ragged, he’s a glorious sight.
I pull back until I nearly pop off the end, then suck the head back into my mouth with my teeth behind my lips, dragging them over the tip, following with my tongue to run under the head and across the frenulum.
He makes an incoherent noise and pushes his hips forwards.
I do it again and he still thrusts for more.
I repeat it over and over, using my hand in long strokes on his shaft as he arches forward, groaning at the move.
His moans become deeper and I see how close he is to coming.
I work my hand faster until he jerks and cries out.
Hot cum explodes in my mouth, and he sags slightly, but I keep my mouth in place, wanting every drop of him.
Eventually I release him and look up. He’s looking down at me, his eyes liquid and his mouth parted in a slight smile.
Then he bends down and grabs my hands, pulling me back up to my feet and straight towards him.
He crushes his lips to mine, kissing me deeply.
It’s not soft, it’s visceral, and I open up for him, matching his need.
His tongue explores, as if he wants to taste himself on me, and I let him in.
I’ve swallowed his cum but maybe next time he’ll want me to share, and my cock twitches at the thought.
My brain snags on thinking there’ll be a next time. Who knows, the night’s not over yet.