Chapter 3 #2
“Sounds good,” he said with a smile that made me hard instantly.
I stepped back into my room, held the door open, and watched Tian enter my suite.
With a sad sigh, I closed the door on my T-bone and double-stuffed baked potatoes.
“Wow, this room is way nicer than mine. I mean mine’s nice and all, but this is way bigger and looks out over the sea.
I can only see the parking lot from my balcony. ”
He filled the room with a clean aura and fresh citrus scent. I wanted to get lost in his smell. Breathe it in, hold it in my lungs, and pass out while I held it in forever.
“My sister is a private flight attendant, so she knows all the good places, people, and things.”
“Very cool,” he said as he made his way to the balcony to gaze out over the setting sun painting the Caribbean.
My cock throbbed with desire as he braced his arms on the railing, the movement pulling his shirt over his shoulders.
His ass was divine. Tight and high, his shorts cradled those orbs lovingly.
Bruno Mars’ “24 K Magic” rolled up with a round of cheers that set his hips moving to the dance beat. I gulped.
“I’m going to shower,” I called to him. He spun from the crowd that was hooting and bouncing below, to smile at me. “Would you like to wash my back?”
Father Fitzgerald, where are you when we need you?!
That monster filled with desperate craving throttled the tiny voice of sanity and salvation. Tian seemed uncertain for a moment. Then, slowly but deliberately, he stepped inside and closed the door to the patio.
“I did notice that the hotel forgot to include a back brush with the amenities.”
He closed the distance, shedding that bright red and yellow flowery shirt as he neared.
His chest was wide, not as broad as mine, or as hairy, but with a nice spattering of black hair that grew thicker as it led into the top of his shorts.
Shorts that I noticed were tented. My dick was also at attention, poking outward to make a spectacle of itself as it held my boxers and robe out from my body.
His gaze fell to it. I swallowed. He licked his lips.
That slide of tongue over lower lip shredded whatever restraint I possessed.
I reached for him, my fingers found the back of his neck, and I pulled him to me.
He grunted at the impact, dark eyes flaring for a second before he rose to his toes to latch his mouth over mine.
His fingers wound into my hair, my beard, my chest hair as our tongues tangled.
Bold beyond reason, I cupped that sweet ass I’d just been admiring, gave both cheeks a hard squeeze, and moaned into his mouth at the groan that glute massage had earned me.
We stumbled into the bathroom, his mouth sealed to mine, my fingers kneading his ass.
There wasn’t much talking taking place. Mostly huffs, grunts, and breathy exhalations as we tore at each other’s clothes.
I was naked in no time. Tian, brash and young as he was, went to his knees to nuzzle my dick before I could turn the water on.
“Shit,” I said, gazing at him as he licked my cockhead, the tip of his tongue dipping into the slit to gather a droplet lingering there.
“Water is… damn it,” I growled, grabbing the edge of the cool white counter as he took me down his throat with practiced ease.
My toes curled at the sight of his nose buried in my ginger pubes.
Off he came with a pop, his gaze touching mine.
Sinful heat glowed in those dark eyes of his.
“Such pretty lashes,” I coughed and got a sweet smile.
“Such a fat cock,” he sighed as he fumbled with the tie of his shorts.
He leaned back, one hand on the base of my dick, the other loosening a tan string, to allow me to see his cock when he fished it out.
Long but girthy with a slight list to the left.
My mouth watered. And it was not for the steak sitting in the corridor getting cold. “Will you come down my throat?”
“Christ above,” I mumbled, then nodded. With a grin, he went down on me with gusto.
He knew how to suck dick, that was for sure, because he had me teetering on the edge in no time.
“Been a while…. slow down… oh shit.” He seemed to have turned a deaf ear to me as he sucked hard and fast, his fist pumping away on his own dick.
My balls contracted, spun afire, and I thrust deep to empty myself on his tonsils.
Just as he asked. “Fuck, shit, shit, fuck.”
He wrung me out, swallowing each pulse of cum, until I was shaking like a drum head.
When he leaned back to rest on his heels, I watched through hazy, sated eyes as he spat some cum and saliva onto his own dick to finish himself off.
With a few strokes of a tight fist, he shot all over his hand, my toes, and the floor.
It took every ounce of sanity I was holding on to—and that wasn’t much at this point—to stop myself from falling to the floor to clean his spunk from the tiles with my tongue.
Instead, I pulled him to his feet, gazes locked, and lifted his cum-coated hand to my lips.
He said nothing but his eyes, pupils already blown, watched with heated interest as I lapped the seed from his fingers. After his palm was clean, he kissed me hard, smearing my taste and his together. It was fucking divine. And the singular most erotic moment of my life.
My stomach chose that moment to snarl. Tian broke the kiss to look down, then back at me.
“I may have lied about having dinner,” I confessed, kissing his fingertips while my gut gurgled hungrily. “Want to share a steak?”
He smiled wantonly. “After that shower? We both could use one before whatever is next.” He leaned in. “Do you have condoms?”
Oh. Oh shit, there was a round two to come. Holy hell. I was beginning to think that I might have been wrong about being a hermit in paradise.