Chapter 04 SAM
He was standing close enough that we were touching when we stopped at the door to my room. The nervous version of Devon that kept peeking out all evening seemed to be gone for the time being. My key card kept turning the lock red because I was trying to unlock the door too fast. I was grateful though, that my company had given me my own room, because the other guys were sharing and I really didn’t want anyone walking in and interrupting. A drink was the last thing on my mind as I finally got the door to unlock and we both walked into my hotel room. The door shut behind us and I locked the deadbolt, trying to pace myself.
For a second I couldn’t remember what I even wanted to ask. “Um, do you…what do you…“
I stopped and cleared my throat as he just stared at me almost blankly. I tried to focus as I looked at his gorgeous face. I couldn’t believe I had the electrician I’d been fantasizing about for days in my room with me. “Um. What would you like to drink?”
He stared at me wide-eyed, his face confused. “Drink?”
It was all I needed to hear. I dove back in immediately. “Oh, thank God.“
I had him pressed against the door before he could even try to figure out what I’d been talking about. I kneed his legs apart and put mine back where it had been when we were in the bed, before we were so rudely interrupted by reality.
He moaned into my mouth and twined his arms around my neck as he picked right back up with the grinding on my leg. It was more desperate than it had been in Sadie’s room, and definitely hotter. He was so young and beautiful and ready to go. I pulled him off the door and walked him backwards toward the bed, our mouths still attached. When the back of his legs hit the mattress, I pulled back and looked at him, waiting to make sure it was still ok.
He stared at me, dazed for a second, but then came to life. He kicked his shoes off quickly and climbed onto the bed, looking at me as he lay back. I climbed in with him and hovered over him, my mouth finding his again. Our tongues tangled together as I pulled at the bottom of his shirt. We pulled apart as he sat up to let me lift his shirt over his head and I whipped off my own before resuming the kiss as I pressed him back gently. When he was laying back on the pillows, I went for the button of his jeans.
I hadn’t wanted another person so badly in as long as I could remember. It was wild to me because we’d just met, and I wasn’t someone who did one night stands. Ever. I briefly wondered if that was all he was after. I was pretty sure he wasn’t even thinking with his brain at the moment, and I didn’t want to push him too far, so I hesitated with my hand over the button.
He didn’t attempt to stop me, just moaned again into my mouth. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans slowly, then pushed at the waistband. He lifted his hips so I could shove them down past his ass, and I moved his briefs with them, turning slightly to spare a glance at his black underwear and the thick, hard cock I’d just freed. He bit at my jawline as I took him in. He was already leaking, my hand had even hit a wet spot on his clothes, and I spread some of the precum from the tip down his length as my hand moved over his dick.
His body jerked at the contact. I turned and resumed our kiss as he moaned again, wantonly that time, into my mouth. He was panting a little bit, his hips thrusting desperately up into my hand as I gripped him tightly and jerked him off.
He suddenly pulled his face away from mine, breathing hard as he said, “No, wait-”
For a split second, I thought I’d gone too far. It was the first time in my life I’d ever let myself get that carried away so quickly, but before he could say anything else or I could react, he let out a grunt as his dick pulsed in my hand, cum erupting from it and flowing over my fingers. “-I’m gonna come,“
he finished on a groan. His cheeks were red again. “Shit, I’m sorry,“
he said, his teeth finding his lip in that nervous habit of his even though he was breathing heavily and his pupils were dilated.
I just smiled at him, relieved it hadn’t been something I’d done. Well, not in the way I’d been thinking, anyway. I wiped my hand on my discarded shirt. “Don’t apologize,“
I said, “I’m just glad I could get you that excited.”
His blush deepened but he said, “I’ve been excited about you all week.”
I laughed outright at that, but then he surprised me by sitting up and pushing me back onto the bed. He kicked off his pants and underwear and reached for the button of my jeans. My eyebrows shot up but I let him pull the rest of my clothes off me, and I reveled in the thirsty look he was giving me.
He descended down with no preamble and took my dick in his mouth. My body jerked up toward the contact just like he had. I hadn’t expected him to take control so suddenly and certainly, but he licked and sucked and bobbed his head, and had me squirming beneath him in minutes.
Damn, he was good at it. My hand moved and found the back of his head, but I didn’t push him, I just let him do what he wanted because what he wanted was obviously to get me off. I was a little surprised when I saw him reach down and start stroking himself. My first thought was, oh, to be young again, but my second was the realization that he was so turned on by me he was already hard again. I made him hot enough that he was going to come twice in a matter of minutes even though we’d just met at a photo shoot a few hours ago. I didn’t want him to come like that, though, I wanted more. More togetherness. More of him. We hadn’t had time for any prep and I didn’t even have a condom with me, because none of it had been what I expected of my trip. I did not do one night stands. If it was all I could get from him, I’d take it, but I already wanted more of him in every way, not just his body.
“Come here,“
I ground out, though it came out half a moan. He popped off my dick and released his own, looking at me shyly even though he’d just taken the lead and sucked me like no one else on the planet existed. I moved and piled the pillows up against the headboard so I could sit up. I patted my outstretched legs. “Here, sit. Let me touch you again.”
He swung a leg over and sat down on my lap, his hard cock close to mine. I ran my hand up and down it a few times, and he let out a soft moan. “Closer,“
I whispered. He scooted forward and I gripped his dick against mine, using our precum as lube to run my hand up and down our lengths together.
“Oh, f…fuck,“
he whimpered, grabbing my shoulders as he started to rut into my hand. The feeling of his hard dick sliding across mine, slippery with precum, and their similar sizes allowing them to slide together perfectly in my large hand was almost too much. I let out a cry, gripping us even more tightly and moving my hand faster.
His mouth was open as he moved on my lap, his face shiny with sweat that was plastering his hair to his forehead. The little whimpers and pants he was letting out made me groan. I watched his abs tense as he thrust into my hand and I shuddered. “God, you’re beautiful,“
I said in a hushed whisper. His eyes closed and he moaned, gripping my shoulders tightly.
His forehead fell to mine and his eyes opened for a second, looking me in the eye. Then they slid closed again and he went in for a sloppy, breathless kiss. “Fuck, Sam,“
he whispered.
The feeling of his slick dick against mine, letting out a jerk here and there, mixed with waiting a while and already watching him come undone once, gave me no chance of lasting as long as I wanted to. I tipped right over the edge without warning. “Oh, shit. Oh. Devon. Fuck.“
My body shuddered again as my hips thrust upward and my cum spilled out over my hand and his cock. He cried out at the feeling, his eyes opening and watching as I came apart below him.
He let out a desperate little, “Mm,“
right before his back arched beautifully and his head tipped back. He breathlessly whispered my name again right before his dick pulsed in my hand for the second time that night, his cum mixing with mine in the most amazing mess I’d ever made. His movements slowed and his head dropped to my shoulder as I released our spent cocks and put my other hand on his back. We both sat there trying to catch our breath for a minute.
He finally sat up and moved off of my lap, his teeth already finding his lip again. I went into the bathroom and washed my hands, grabbing a towel to clean myself up before handing it to him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed as he tried to clean our mess off of himself, and he looked up at me uncertainly. “Uh…I guess I should…do you want me to go?”
That was the last thing on earth I wanted and the thing I’d been the most worried about happening. “No, I really don’t. If you don’t mind staying. How about that drink I promised you? I don’t have to get up early tomorrow, and I’d like to get to know you better.”
He looked a little surprised, but his eyes lit up. “Oh! Ok. Sure.“
Maybe he wasn’t only after a one night stand, either.
We put our underwear back on but left everything else on the floor. We sat in my bed with glasses of wine and the TV on in the background. “So,“
I said, “Where are you from? Where’s home?”
I knew he was from somewhere that wasn’t too far, but I was unable to hide my surprise when he said, “Greenwater Cove.”
I looked over at him slowly. “Are you serious?”
He scrunched up his eyebrows. “Yeah. Why?”
“Because I’m from Port O’Neil.“
Our homes were twenty minutes apart. I wanted desperately to ask him out, to ask him on a real date. My hopes were at an all-time high. I paced myself, though, because I wanted to see if that was good news or bad news for him.
“Seriously?“
He looked at me, opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again.
I still wasn’t completely sure, but he looked happier than he looked terrified, so I took the chance. “Maybe we could meet up sometime? After your job here is over? Would you be home for a bit after that? I wouldn’t mind taking you on a proper date. I, uh, I had fun tonight. I’d like to get to know you, if you’re interested.“
I knew I was attractive. I knew people looked, but I also knew he was a lot younger, he still had more options, and I didn’t know if he was after a real relationship.
His face broke into a smile. “Yeah, I’m definitely interested.“
Then he started chewing on his lip again, even though he was still grinning.
I chuckled. “Are you still nervous? You could’ve fooled me ten minutes ago.“
He just laughed. And blushed.