Chapter Eight
Anders
Hand in hand we walked a little farther down the beach. I didn’t know what the plan was now. It was meant to be dinner, but I wasn’t hungry. I didn’t think I could eat anything while my stomach felt like it was full of snakes.
“So,” Bastian said as we reached the other end of the bay. “What do you want to do now?”
“That depends. What do you want to do?” I shouldn’t have been putting the ball in his court, but I needed to know what he wanted before I could make a decision.
I didn’t want to say something that made him uncomfortable.
And while Bastian was only in town for one night, that didn’t mean we had to do anything more than have dinner and kiss.
Bastian bit his lip while he thought, and I found the gesture oddly charming.
“Do you, er, do you want…” His lips curled into a suggestive smile. “Do you want to come back to my room?”
“Sure,” I said. “Do you want dinner first, or do you want to get something later?” I knew a couple of places that were open late if we were hungry, and we could easily get something delivered to the hotel.
I was tempted to ask if he’d rather come back to mine, but there was something sexy about the idea of fucking on a giant hotel bed.
And the cats would be fine on their own for a night.
“Later? I’m not really hungry right now. At least not for food.”
I laughed. “That was bad.”
“It was, wasn’t it? You hear people say that sort of thing in porn all the time, but it’s not as sexy in real life.” He squeezed my hand and turned us around so we could walk back down the beach. “Come on.”
“Are you in a hurry?” I asked, noticing we were going a lot faster than before. Bastian grinned at me, his eyes sparkling.
“Would you be mad if I said yes?”
“Why the fuck would I be mad? Oh no, a beautiful man wants to drag me back to his hotel to fuck. It’s the end of the world!” Bastian threw back his head and laughed.
“You’re so sassy!”
“Sassy?” I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Yes. Grumpy and sassy,” he said. “I like it!”
His words made my heart soar because nobody else had ever seemed to find my particular blend of dry, disgruntled humour endearing.
Even the ex-boyfriend I’d thought was the one had always said he wished I was less of a sarcastic, antisocial bastard.
In hindsight, I was glad it had ended when it did.
The Anders of ten years ago wasn’t nearly as reclusive and grouchy as the Anders of today.
It didn’t take us long to get back to Heather Sands, and I was sure the receptionist shot us a sly smile as we ducked past, attempting to look innocent as Bastian pulled me towards the stairs. I felt ridiculously giddy like some teenage boy sneaking into his boyfriend’s bedroom on a Saturday night.
Bastian’s room was on the third floor right at the top of the building.
It was fucking gorgeous with wide windows that overlooked the bay and an enormous bed that was just waiting for us.
Bastian flicked a couple of switches by the door that lit the bedside lamps and gave the room a warm glow.
He gave me two seconds to look around the room before I felt his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him.
His mouth found mine, the kisses a lot bolder than they had been on the beach.
His tongue pushed into my mouth as his hands slipped under my jumper, and any pretence we’d had of pushing our desires away disappeared out the window.
Even if it was just one night, I couldn’t resist him.
I needed Bastian because, without him, everything felt meaningless.
I reached for my jumper and tugged it off, taking my t-shirt with it before reaching for my jeans.
Bastian began to undress too, realising it was easier to strip ourselves naked than trying to undress each other while kissing.
That had always taken too much time in my opinion and had never been as sexy as fiction made it out to be.
Trying to kiss someone while undoing their jeans or unbuttoning a shirt was more complicated than arousing.
Bastian stepped close to me, his hand on my chest as he kissed me again.
He groaned softly as I slipped my arm around him and ran my fingers down his spine before squeezing his ass.
It was so fucking perfect. I wanted to play with it for hours.
Bastian pushed me gently, walking me backwards until my knees hit the bed.
I sat down, gazing up at him and drinking in every inch of his perfect body.
“Come here,” I said, holding out my hand for him so I could pull him into my lap.
“Let me just grab a few things,” he replied as he hurried over to his bag, giving me a spectacular view of his ass as he bent over. My cock began to thicken, and I slid backwards on the bed, propping myself up on one hand while lazily stroking my shaft with the other.
“You brought supplies?” Had he known something I hadn’t? Or had he just been hoping?
Bastian muttered something I couldn’t hear, but when he turned to face me, lube and condom in hand, his face was scarlet. “I… I just… I wanted to be prepared for every outcome. I know that sounds silly, but—”
“It’s not silly,” I said. “I’m glad.” I was grateful we hadn’t gone back to mine because I hadn’t thought about this at all.
I’d casually considered the possibility of something happening between us, but I hadn’t taken any steps to prepare for that eventuality.
Mostly because my brain hadn’t seemed to think it stood any chance of becoming reality.
“You don’t think it’s pushy? Like I expected something?”
“Does it matter if you did? Besides, I wouldn’t have known about it if this wasn’t happening, but it is, and I’m very happy you’re prepared.” I took my hand off my cock and beckoned him to me. “Now come here. I want you.”
Bastian walked over to the bed, dropping the supplies onto the covers before climbing into my lap, his cock brushing against mine.
He moaned, and I wrapped my arm around his neck, gently pulling him down for a kiss.
His hands caressed my chest before sliding lower, and I groaned as he wrapped his fingers around our cocks.
I wanted to spend the whole evening exploring every inch of his body, but I also really wanted to fuck him.
It was probably going to be fuck now, explore later. Especially when Bastian pushed me down onto the bed and slid down my body to suck my cock.
“Fuck!” I growled as his tongue flicked over my slit.
I saw a wicked gleam in his eyes. The man was going to be the death of me, and I was going to love every fucking second of it.
He worked my cock with his mouth until I was hard enough to pound nails.
I needed to fuck him soon, or this was going to be all over before it had even begun.
“Fuck, Bastian… I want to fuck you,” I said, closing my eyes and gritting my teeth to force down any suggestion of my orgasm.
“Good,” Bastian said as he pulled off my cock with a slick pop. “I need you inside me.”
He reached for the lube, but my hand got there first. “Lie down,” I said. “I want to do it.”
“How do you want me?” Bastian stretched out next to me, playfully wiggling his ass and grinning at me. I smacked his ass, and he squeaked. “No fair!”
“You were wiggling your ass at me. What did you expect?”
“I suppose,” he said, “I was tempting you.”
“You were.” I squeezed his cheeks gently, then leant over to plant a kiss on the one nearest to me.
Bastian sighed and melted into the mattress, spreading his legs slightly.
I ran my finger down his crack to tease his hole, following it with my tongue.
He groaned and pushed his ass against my face, and I smirked to myself as I pulled his cheeks apart and dove between them.
Bastian’s gasps and desperate moans filled my ears as I licked and teased his hole.
He didn’t seem to know whether to ride my face or hump the bed to get friction on his cock, but his poor, desperate body kept trying to do both.
I blindly reached for the lube, then had to sit back to pour some onto my fingers before it ended up all over the bed. Bastian watched me over his shoulder, desperation written across his face. I ran my other hand down his ass. “Just relax for me.”
I pressed one slick finger into his hole, and Bastian moaned.
Fuck, he was tight, and imagining pushing my cock inside him was making my erection throb.
Slowly, I began to work him open until he was writhing beneath me and I had three fingers buried deep in his ass, fucking him slowly and teasing his sweet spot.
“Please,” Bastian said, turning his head to look at me. “Anders, I need you.”
I wasn’t going to say no. I reached for the condom and rolled it onto my aching dick, giving my shaft a few swift strokes with lubed-up fingers.
Bastian pushed his hips up, presenting his ass to me, and I moved until I was just behind him.
I pressed my cock into him slowly, giving him time to adjust with every inch and holding his hips steady.
“Fuck, you’re thick,” he gasped. “God, I love it.”
“Yeah? You like my cock?” I whispered, pushing him down onto the bed and blanketing him with my body. Bastian whimpered and nodded as I trailed kisses down his neck. He turned to beg for a kiss as I began to rock my hips.
His ass gripped my cock as I fucked him slowly, burying myself deep inside him with every thrust. Bastian rocked up against me, desperately searching for friction on his cock as I pressed more kisses across his skin.
Every moan was music to my ears, and I wanted to memorise the sounds so I could replay them over and over.
I already felt my orgasm building, that deep burn waiting to be unleashed, but I didn’t want to come before Bastian.
I needed to feel his channel pulse around me as I tipped him over the edge.
I wedged my knees under me, pulling myself back so I could draw Bastian up onto his knees. I gripped his hips, giving us a moment to adjust. “Touch yourself,” I growled. “I want you to come.”
“Yes! Fuck me,” Bastian said, his voice breathless. “I want it. Give me your cock.”
He reached down to start jacking his cock as I slammed my hips forward, fucking him hard and fast until he cried out, and I felt his ass tighten.
I knew he’d come, shooting all over the pristine hotel sheets, and with another couple of thrusts I joined him, burying myself deep inside him as I came with a low grunt.
We collapsed onto the bed, both of us sweaty, sated, and breathless.
I rolled off Bastian, gently pulling my cock out of him and removing the condom and wrapping it in some tissue from the bedside table.
Bastian was stretched out in the middle of the bed with a satisfied smile on his face, his skin glistening in the low light.
And the only thing I could think about was that I never wanted to let this man go.