Chapter Four
“A sweet taste of what’s to come.”
The Vermont Hotel had been a part of Roman’s life for as long as he had lived in Blyham. As a student, he used to work seasonal shifts in their Michelin-starred restaurant and had covered tables at one of their many corporate events. These days, he could see it’s majestic ten story structure from the other side of the river on his journey to and from work. But in all those years, he had not set foot inside one of the bedrooms…until tonight.
He had been surprised when Mallon told him where he was staying. From his laid-back attitude and street-fighting ways, he’d expected him to have a room in one of the budget chain hotels, of which Blyham had six, situated in all areas of the city. He should have known better than to judge a man by his appearance.
The Vermont stood out among the crowd of high-end bars, restaurants, shops and hotels that dominated Blyham’s chic waterfront district. It was the jewel in a gentrified crown.
They arrived by Uber. No more taking chances on the dangerous streets. Mallon showed his room card to the twenty-four-hour concierge, and they crossed the marbled floor of the reception. There were still people drinking in the hotel’s foyer bar. He knew there was another bar, on the roof terrace, though Roman doubted that would be serving at this hour.
They entered the lift alone, and Mallen pressed the button for the seventh floor.
As soon as the doors closed, he was on Roman. He grasped his head in both hands and kissed him. Roman was a few inches taller than Mallon, but the older man dominated him in every way, pushing him against the wall of the elevator and shoving his tongue into his mouth. Roman gripped his shoulders, surrendering as Mallon ground his bulge against his hips.
The passion of the kiss disarmed him. Roman’s legs trembled as he thrust his tongue against Mallon’s, experiencing the heat of his breath, the raspy contact of their stubbled skin. Few of the men he had met on a casual basis were into kissing. Many of them refused to do it, and those who did were often terrible. Not Mallon. This guy knew how to kiss and make it count.
Roman squirmed, grinding his hips against his cock, discerning its size and girth. It had been completely concealed by Cameron’s greedy mouth in the club, and he had no idea what to expect, but from the way Mallon pressed it onto him, he would not be disappointed.
The doors open. Mallon slid a hand around Roman’s waist and shoved it down the back of his jeans, cupping his arse. His fingers slithered into the sweaty crack. Roman caught a quick breath. This man was bold. He knew what he wanted and went for it. As they walked along the corridor, Mallon’s fingertip found the hot opening, and traced the rim.
“Tonight, your ass is mine.”
Roman nodded and licked his lips. His mouth was dry. “Yes. It’s all yours.”
“To do what I want with?”
“Anything.” His insides tightened, and a fire of need burned in his butt like nothing he’d known.
They reached the door of his room. Mallon swiped the card, and they went inside.
It was more than a hotel room. There was a large seating area with a sofa, armchair and coffee table, and the bedroom was around an L-shaped bend. This had to be one of the junior suites. Roman had heard of them but didn’t know what to expect. The décor was all cream, beige and gold, illuminated by multiple side lights strategically placed around the room. Whatever Mallon did for a living, whatever had brought him to Blyham, had to be worth a lot of money.
Mallon withdrew his hand from Roman’s arse. He raised his fingers to this nose and sniffed, before grinning and sucking the tip.
“Mmm,” Mallon said. “A sweet taste of what’s to come.”
He crossed to the seating area. He had a languid, sensual way of walking. Roman stared at the mounds of his buttocks in his tight jeans. There was a marble-topped bar in the corner. Mallon pulled forward two tumblers. There was a bottle of whisky on the top. He splashed a generous measure into one of the glasses before raising the bottle to Roman. “Eh?”
“Vodka, if you have any.”
He opened the fridge beneath the bar and pulled out a couple of miniatures and Diet Cokes. “Help yourself,” he said, moving to the armchair and sitting down. He crossed his ankle over his knee and reclined, sipping the whisky.
Roman showed his scuffed palms. “Mind if I use your bathroom first? To clean these up.”
Mallon jerked his thumb. “That way.”
Roman’s breath was short and fast as he ran his hands under the tap. The bathroom was even posher than he’d expected. He smiled nervously at his reflection, not ready to believe any of this was happening.
Mallon was lounging in the armchair when he returned, looking sexier than ever.
Roman stumbled to the bar. Why do I feel so self-conscious in front of him? Mallon moved with the lythe grace of a cat. Roman was a clumsy puppy in comparison.
The vodka was Grey Goose. He emptied one of the miniatures into a glass and topped it up with the Coke, before taking a deep drink. “You were right,” he said. “This is a lot better than what they serve at The New Inn.”
Mallon shrugged. “What could be worse than that piss?”
Roman laughed nervously and took another drink.
Mallon’s intense grey eyes were laser focused. Roman found it impossible to maintain contact with them.
“Do I make you uncomfortable?” Mallon asked.
“No,” he said quickly. “It’s not you. It’s well…everything. This place is not what I’m used to, and it’s been an unusual night already. I guess, I’m a little overwhelmed.”
Mallon’s face was deadly serious. “Still want to fuck? After all you’ve been through.”
“Oh God, yes.” Roman stepped forward. Did Mallon think he’d gone cold on the idea? Even worse, had Mallon gone cold on the idea. “That’s what I’m here for.”
Mallon’s eyes narrowed. The moment was interminable as he weighed up the situation. At last, he gave a tiny nod and took another sip of whisky. “Take off your pants. Let me see your ass.”
Roman’s pulse quickened again. He set his drink on the coffee table and lifted his T-shirt.
“No,” Mallon said, raising his hand. “Leave that on. Just your bottoms off. I want to see your ass, nothing else. And turn around.”
Heat rushed to his face. What kind of request is this? It seemed so strange, and yet his cock was like an iron rod. He turned. It was suddenly easier with his back to Mallon, without that scrutinising stare. He stepped out of his Converse shoes and unfastened his jeans, shoving them to his ankles and stepping out, kicking them aside. He wore a pair of navy trunks. He paused for a moment, knowing how well they hugged his arse, before shoving them off completely and pulling his shoes back on. “Like this?” he asked, standing straight.
Silence from behind. His heart hammered against his ribs. Is my arse not good enough for him? For an otherwise slender guy, Roman knew his butt was on the chunky side. Did Mallon want something smaller? Perter? Tattooed? Like Cameron?
Mallon released a deep, guttural groan. “That ass is fucking perfect. Raise your T-shirt a little. Show me more.”
Roman obeyed, gathered the hem of his shirt to expose his cheeks.
Mallon let out another appreciative groan and muttered something in a language Roman didn’t understand. It sounded like French, but he couldn’t be certain. He was used to posing. It was all part of the dating game. Guys on apps always asked him to show this or that, to bend in a certain way or spread his legs to their requirements. Roman could get himself into all kinds of positions to suit the needs of random strangers. At least with Mallon, he didn’t have to factor in the angle of his camera. He leaned forward, widening his stance to show off more of his arse. He tilted his hips slowly from side to side. He’d edited enough of his own videos to know his butt looked good like that.
He glanced over his shoulder. Mallon was in the same position as before, his ankle crossed on his knee, as he nursed his drink and feasted his eyes.
Oh, yes. He likes it all right .
Roman spread his feet wider and opened his thighs, pushing his hard cock and balls down between his legs so Mallon could take it in, pole and hole all at once.
“Leave your dick,” Mallon growled. “It’s your pussy I’m interested in. Spread your ass and show me.”
Roman had never been keen on men referring to his arse as a pussy, but he let it slide this one time. Mallon was so unbelievably hot that he could call him whatever the fuck he wanted. In that accent, everything sounded sexy.
He took a long breath and planted both of his hands on his cheeks. This is where things could go wrong. He’d been with men who were only interested in hairy arses and others who insisted on the complete back, crack and sack wax. Roman fell somewhere in-between. He used hair clippers to keep his body hair in check but had never been a fan of waxing or hair creams. It was time to show Mallon what he had. He spread his cheeks wide.
The moan from the armchair let him know the older man was happy with what he saw.
“Fantastic,” Mallon said, before muttering something he didn’t understand.
Roman’s cock was at full mast. Exhibition was all part of life. If he didn’t show off, no one would ever fuck him, but he’d never been particularly into that fetish. Tonight was different. Showing off to Mallon was the greatest turn-on.
“Get on the couch,” Mallon told him. “On your knees, arms over the backrest, ass in the air.”
Pre-cum oozed from the tip of Roman’s cock and drooled down the shaft. He had barely touched his dick but was so aroused. He climbed onto the sofa and assumed the required position, resting his elbows along the back and sticking his butt out. He’d often felt self-conscious and stupid when performing sexy stuff like this before, but this made him feel super-hot. His entire body jangled with desire, desperate for Mallon to touch him, to pound his dumb brains out.
There was movement from the armchair behind, but he kept his gaze focused in front. He instinctively knew this was what Mallon wanted. He shuddered with anticipation was he heard the clink of the glass being put down on the table. This is it . He steadied himself. He’s going to take me.
A hand moved along the curve of his back, from his shoulders down the length of his spine. Roman prickled with gooseflesh when Mallon’s palm made contact with the bare skin of his arse. Mallon cupped his right buttock, squeezing gently, then stroking, caressing in slow, tender circles.
“That’s a fine ass,” Mallow whispered. “There wasn’t another man in the club who could compete with you. I knew it the second I saw you, that I would have you.”
Roman rested his forehead on his folded arms. He could listen to this all night. He didn’t believe the part about being the hottest guy in the club, but for now, he could surrender to the fantasy. Mallon gripped his left cheek with his other hand. Roman pressed backwards, delivering his butt…then the stretch as Mallon parted and spread him. He felt the tautness of his anus as it broadened.
Roman shuddered when Mallon’s wet tongue slithered along his crack, so light to begin, skirting around the sensitive rim, the most exquisite tickling sensation.
“Oh God,” Roman groaned, closing his eyes and focusing all his attention on his arse. It was the best sensation in the world. Too many men refused to lick another man’s hole, and of the ones who did, so few of them had any idea what they were doing. Roman was certain a man had to love having his own hole eaten in order to know how to do it, to know what made it so good.
He heard Mallon chuckle. “I’ve found your sweet spot. Now let me get your pussy wet and loose. I know what you’re going to like.”
It was no lie or exaggeration. Roman squirmed with delight as Mallon’s expert tongue wriggled around his hole and sent surges of pleasure through his body. Mallon gripped his hips in both hands and pulled Roman’s arse against his face. The tip of his tongue flickered across the opening and traced wet lines around the rim. His arsehole pulsed, greedy for even more. Roman sighed and moaned. He’d never felt so intimate with a man, and they hadn’t even fucked yet. If Mallon could reduce him to a quivering wreck with just his tongue, what would his cock be capable of?
He had no sense of time or how long Mallon ate his arse. Roman was lost to the warm, moist heat of that mouth against his hole. This had become his most intense sexual experience since the night when he had lost his virginity.
Except this was even better. Unlike the lad who had taken his cherry, Mallon knew what he was doing.
Mallon withdrew and gave his butt a gentle, open-handed slap. “Stay right there. It’s time to fuck.”
Roman watched over his shoulder as Mallon stood and undressed.
“You want me to wear a condom?” Mallon asked.
“I’m on PrEP,” Roman answered.
Mallon grinned. With his wide mouth and dimples, it was devastatingly sexy. “Me too. Then we’re both good.”
In just his underpants, he hurried to the bedroom, returning moments later with a small bottle of lube. He stood over Roman from behind and drizzled the cool liquid from a height. Roman gasped as it ran down his arse crack, then Mallon’s fingers were in there, pushing, probing, going deep inside to prepare the way. He dropped his underpants, and Roman heard the slick sound of him fisting lube over his cock. Then Mallon’s hands were on his waist and his wet cockhead bumped his hole.
Roman had no idea what to expect. He still hadn’t seen Mallon’s dick, but he didn’t care. He was ready for whatever was about to happen. He pushed back against the blunt crown. His hole stretched, desperate to have it. Mallon chuckled. “You’re a greedy boy.”
Roman nodded. “Fuck me,” he pleaded.
Mallon gripped his hips tighter and leaned into him. The stretch made Roman open his mouth and eyes at the same time. Holy shit . Wider, wider. He gasped. The head still was not inside him. He’s going to break me .
They both groaned as Mallon destroyed the resistance of his sphincter. Once through, the rest of his shaft slipped in easily until his hips pressed against Roman’s buttocks. Roman breathed deeply, adjusting to the intrusion. He was used to cocks of all sizes and shapes, but this one took some getting used to.
Mallon twitched and throbbed inside him. “It’s what you wanted. Yes?”
Roman signed and closed his eyes. “Yes. I want it.”
Mallon gripped the back of his T-shirt and twisted tight, using it like a rein, and eased his cock back, leaving just the head inside. He paused, teasing, waiting until Roman was on the verge of begging, before sliding it all the way back in to the hilt. They both groaned once it was buried deep. Mallon took up a slow and gentle pace, letting Roman appreciate every thick, meaty inch of his dick.
Roman was so used to casual hook-ups who jumped on and fucked hard and fast before finishing in a few minutes, that this was something new. Mallon fucked his arse as expertly as he had eaten it, ensuring maximum pleasure. Why can’t all tops be this good?
After a good ten minutes of leisurely fucking, Mallon withdrew and tapped his butt. “On your back,” he demanded.
Roman rolled over and down. Mallon grabbed his ankles, hauled his arse to the edge of the sofa and held his legs high and wide, before slipping back inside. Roman’s arse was so wet and relaxed that he entered him effortlessly. This new position was even better, allowing Roman to look at Mallon’s face while he fucked him. Mallon let go of his ankles, leaned on top of him, gripping his arse to go deeper. The position brought his cock into perfect alignment with Roman’s prostate, taking him to an even greater state of bliss. Roman wrapped his legs around Mallon’s waist and grabbed his shoulders, locking him in tight.
This was more than sex, more than a random shag. This was everything.
Mallon’s body was on fire. Sweat made his skin slick to touch. Roman buried his face into his shoulder, kissing and tasting the saltiness. Mallon’s cock pounded directly against his prostate again and again in a sublime rhythm, sending a rush all through his body. He couldn’t believe what was happening as the sensations intensified.
“Oh God…I think I’m coming…”
His breath became deeper and more ragged. Without touching his cock, he was about to blow. Mallon fucked him with deeper determination, driving pulses of pleasure through his pelvis.
“Oh shit.” Roman’s legs tightened around Mallon’s waist as he came. Powerful beats ran through his core, his balls, all along his cock, ending with wet surges across his belly—one after another after another. The orgasm was deep and prolonged, and as his arsehole tightened and gripped Mallon’s cock, it took him, too. Mallon let out a roar, burying his head into Roman’s neck and clutching his arse as he emptied his load inside him.
They remained in position afterwards…too shook, too stunned to move. Mallon’s heart beat a rapid tattoo against Roman’s chest, and his breath was ragged against his skin. Roman’s head was in another place on a high, a plateau of ecstasy.
It would take him a long time to come down.