Chapter Fourteen
Brent
We chose Renny’s suite. It was closer to the elevator. He whipped out his keycard and unlocked the door.
Once inside, Renny and I kissed like our lives depended on it.
He pressed me against the inside of the closed door.
He stroked my dick sensually and with a fervent rhythm.
As much as I wanted to sit in a chair and have Renny kneeling in front of me, I knew I wasn’t going to make it.
Another person’s touch on my skin felt so good.
As if Renny remembered, much like in college, the exact cadence, pressure, and spot on my dick to get me to the point of no return.
I couldn’t hold back any longer, though I tried to resist and stop him.
Renny seemed determined, as we kissed and he massaged my hardness. My breathing deepened and I warned him.
“Fuck, I’m about to…”
I panted, shouted to the higher power, and exploded all over and in Renny’s hand. On my T-shirt. On his polo and jeans. On his arm. On my chin. Over the black marble-like tiles in the foyer. It felt and looked like twenty years of release, all brought on by the connection and chemistry between us.
I put an arm around Renny and pulled him closer to me, me sweating and panting, him leaning his head against my T-shirt as if he was complete, too.
“Someone needed that,” Renny said, gently holding my dick, which was still hard even after he massaged it to a happy ending. “I think I’ve still got my touch.”
“I did,” I said, breathing hard, trying to catch my breath. I leaned down and kissed Renny on his cheek. “And you do have your touch. Such a scandalous man.”
“So, what now?”
I wasn’t going to be content without Renny getting his satisfaction. Though I came quickly, I wasn’t ready for this to be a one and done kind of reunion. What kind of a man would I be to get mine and not let him get his?
“Let’s clean this up. Shower. And round two, if you’re down, will be all about you, Renny.”