CHAPTER TWENTY
Nate
On the top floor of the Adler Kandinski there were two huge penthouse suites for elite guests, the Royal suite, and the Superior suite.
Exiting the elevator, a sign opposite directed that the Royal suite was to the right and Superior to the left.
We walked down the hall to find a trolley was waiting outside the Royal suite door laden with a continental breakfast buffet.
Using the new keycard I opened the door and turned to see Jack had lifted one of the chrome cloche covers and was now chopping on a sausage.
“Duuude, no fair!”
“I’m starving,” he said, his mouth full so it sounded like “Mime Marvin.” I entered the suite, followed by the rattle of the trolley behind me as Jack pushed it in.
I heard him close and bar lock the door.
The accommodation was far grander than the solitary room downstairs, closer to the standard I’d come to expect ever since I’d married a billionaire architect.
I’d kinda liked slumming it with the smaller suite, but in the circumstances, there were no complaints about this lavish upgrade.
I swiftly toed-off my trainers and socks then took a tour around the suite.
The carpet underfoot was like walking on velvet.
The suite had the added security of an over-door exterior camera, and a state-of-the-art tablet console to control everything in the room.
It gave us immediate access to the reception staff, room service, and hotel concierge.
I took a quick tour of the suite of rooms. It consisted of a stylish lounge, four bedrooms, including a room for staff, a dining room, kitchenette, and a balcony.
The décor in the lounge was apricot and beige, with bouquets of freshly cut flowers on side tables, a wet bar with an ice bucket holding a bottle of Champagne.
In the master bedroom, two bundles of crisp white pyjamas, slippers, and robes awaited us on the massive luxurious bed.
The bathroom was fitted with an attached sauna, a big copper tub, and a spa shower big enough to fit a football team.
“I’ll turn the shower on to heat,” I called, but Jack didn’t acknowledge me.
With the water running I sauntered back into the lounge a lovely fresh breeze caressed my skin.
Jack had opened the glass French doors onto a balcony.
I stepped out to find Jack, but he wasn’t there.
The balcony gave an impressive direct view of the charioteer statue atop the Brandenburg Gate.
Jack was strangely quiet and I wondered if he was just stuffing his face with the delights on the breakfast trolley, but when I turned back to where I’d last seen him in the entrance hallway, the laundry bag filled with our paltry belongings was abandoned on the floor, along with all of his clothing.
Jack was naked, his hands on his hips waiting for me to notice him.
“Hi handsome! You took your time,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
His cock was hard, pointing straight at me.
My mouth went dry. “Oh,” was all I could manage.
Jack was confident and proud of his body, as he should be.
I took my fill of his gorgeous dancer’s physique, the ladder of his abdomen, the sculpted v-cut, and slender hips leading to the strapping thighs that I desperately wanted wrapped around me.
I bit my lip and winced, accidentally opening the cut again, tasting my coppery blood.
But, damn, my body knew what it needed. Jack pinned his hungry gaze on me as I hurriedly wrestled out of my stinking clothes, doing an artless striptease.
When I was finally naked, Jack paced toward me with devilment in his eyes, but before I could lay a finger on him, with a whoop of childish glee, Jack twisted away and raced toward the bathroom.
Like an owner chasing an errant puppy I followed, finding Jack in the steamy shower.
Water sluiced over his chest and with his head thrown back he moaned “Oh GOD!” as the hot water caressed his skin.
I paused outside watching for a greedy moment as the water made him glisten.
This wet vision was my personal porn movie!
Jack squirted liquid soap into his hands and he watched me, his loaded gaze full of desire as he began to lather his chest. “Fuuck!” I marvelled at the show.
My hand gravitated toward my cock. I gripped it and pumped.
Jack’s soapy hands slid over his neck, shoulders, armpits, chest, and abdomen.
Then a hand went lower, his gaze pinning me as he soaped up his bobbing cock and balls.
Seeing that, I growled and couldn’t stay away any longer.
I wanted to be the one giving him pleasure.
I stepped into the shower and our bodies collided.
I threaded my hand into his wet hair, then pulled him closer and stole a taste of his lips.
Jack groaned into my mouth as he gripped my ass with both hands and we took the kiss deeper.
The hot water felt good, the kisses even better!
Pulling back, we shared triumphant grins before I took over, squirting soap into my hands and running them over his skin.
I washed Jack’s back and biteable ass, marvelling at the shape of him all the while.
“You like me all wet and slippery, don’t you,” he teased as he started to soap me up too, washing away the flop sweat of last night’s incarceration.
“Fuck yeah!” I gasped. We were both under the huge rainfall showerhead now, all hands, slapping flesh, and starving kisses.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you properly…like…my whole fucking life,” Jack admitted as he manoeuvred us and pushed me against the cold tile of the steaming shower.
He ravaged my mouth like he was eating something delectable and addictive.
I’d never experienced such wanton carnality.
My dick was a bar of steel against Jack’s soapy abdomen, and I loved it, the hard-throbbing feeling of rightness, of being powerful and masculine.
It was hard to compare sex with Jack and sex with Erik without belittling the years we spent together.
We’d had a good sex life for a while, I just hadn’t realized it wasn’t enough for him, and with how Jack lit me up, I’d not understood what I truly needed.
Now I knew that I deserved passion like a meteor hitting the moon.
I deserved to be taken apart, kiss by smouldering kiss, by a man who wanted to give me pleasure, not just take it.
Suddenly, Jack stopped kissing me. He pulled away, and cupped my face.
“Hey, handsome, come back, I lost you there for a sec,” he cooed softly, his gentle eyes searching mine.
How did he know? “Sorry, sorry, I was in my head for a moment.” Honestly, it shocked me how in-tune Jack was with my moods.
“If this is too soon, I’ll understand. I don’t want to rush you into anything,” he said, placing a soft paternal kiss on my brow.
I pivoted, turning us around, slamming Jack to the tiled wall, caging him in with my body, my hands either side of his shoulders.
“Don’t you fucking dare think you’re going to get away! I’m on a promise, sunshine.”
“Is that right,” Jack preened. He bucked his hips and pushed his erection against mine.
“I never said anything about wanting to get away.” He leaned in then, kissed and sucked at the spot behind my ear that drove me crazy.
Then, he twisted and squeezed my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Darts of pleasure shot straight to my balls.
I gripped his wet hair, pulled his head up and dove back in, taking Jack’s mouth.
Jack explored the contours of my body with light fingers, mapping the muscles of my shoulders, arms, my pecs, and down the ridges of my abdomen to where he gathered both of our dicks in his long-fingered hand.
He pumped us together, the pleasure making me cry out, unrestrained.
I cupped his cheek with one hand, and rested his brow on mine.
We stared into one another’s eyes, resolute, and unafraid.
“Yeah, that’s it! We feel so good together. Squeeze harder,” I encouraged.
“Just taking the edge off, babe. When we come, I’m not done with you,” he ground out, as he rhythmically pumped our cocks.
“Main course and dessert are still to—” Then his body stiffened, “—Come,” he announced.
And good god! I’d thought Jack’s simulated orgasms on-screen were damn hot, but in real life, Jack finding release was spectacular.
The desperate, glassy look in his eyes when he met his orgasm was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen and, honestly, it may sound dumb, but I got a little choked up and emotional. Maybe it was the effects of the drugs?
Jack’s hand was shuttling on my dick, slicked with his release.
“Come on, handsome, let’s get you over the edge,” he said.
I was a live wire—sparks of sensation and pleasure darting through me.
Within seconds he pulled me through a knee-trembling climax and hot ropes of semen coated his chest. I sagged against my lover, my head resting on his shoulder as I caught my breath.
He released his choke hold on our spent dicks and wrapped me up in an embrace, keeping me upright.
Water rained down on us, washing our jizz away, along with the sweat and anxiety of our time imprisoned on the ship hotel.
“That…was…just the starter?” I quizzed. “Fucking hell!”
Jack chuckled with satisfaction.
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