Chapter 20 #2
Super elegant, flashed through my mind.
“No matter what you do, it’s always elegant,” Shane murmured.
“So that’s what I was thinking out loud.”
His gentle smile tickled my ear. “It must be the thrill of adventure that’s making you talkative.”
I punched him in the side. “Don’t mess with me.”
He wrapped his arm more tightly around me. “I’m just happy.”
An emotional rush hit me in the pit of my stomach and brought me even closer to Shane. But before I could find the words to answer him, our hostess spoke up.
“Oh, you’re the newlyweds.”
Argh. I groaned into Shane’s collar. But he remained unperturbed by his nonsense.
“Ah. Yes, exactly.” He turned us both toward the entrance.
The woman tilted her head slightly and checked us over. Shaking her head, she beckoned us over. “Come on in.”
We hurried after her, taking the last two steps. When we finally arrived in the lobby and the warmth enveloped us, a shiver ran through my body.
Shane rubbed my upper arm, and I leaned against him.
“Welcome to the Snowmont Boutique Hotel. We are delighted to have you as our guests. Even without rings on your fingers.”
Shane put on his most charming smile. “You’ve seen right through us. But I couldn’t be happier today, even if we had gotten married.” He glanced at me briefly. “Oh well, who knows.”
“That’s a great attitude. Everyone who called today has had pretty much the worst day in ages. You guys are refreshing. I’m Martha. And here’s your key. Breakfast is served from six to ten.”
“Thanks, Martha.” With trembling fingers, I reached for the key.
“Could we ask for two things?” Shane turned on the charm.
“Of course,” Martha said, already coming out from behind the reception desk.
“We need a taxi to the museum at seven tomorrow morning. And would it be possible to have our clothes washed? Or at least dried?”
“No problem!” Martha picked up a phone on the counter. “That will be taken care of right away. You can leave your things outside your room door.”
I nodded, and we followed the directions up the stairs to our room.
When Shane pushed the door open, I stepped through and let out an audible gasp.
The room was a kitschy, living New England dream.
A huge four-poster bed stood in the middle.
Colorful pillows were piled on it and on the sofa in the corner.
The wooden ceilings gave the room a cozy atmosphere.
However, Shane interrupted my observations.
He hugged me from behind and lifted me into the air.
“A bed. A real, huge bed!” he cheered.
“Put me down. I’m too heavy,” I protested.
“You’re perfect, like this bed,” he murmured in my ear.
He lifted me a little higher and pretended to throw me onto the perfect bed. “Stop. The dirty clothes.”
“Okay, okay.” He put me down and in no time at all he undressed himself and me. He put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me toward him.
“Wait, the clothes.”
He growled, picked them up, took wallets, phones, keys, pieces of paper, condoms, lip balm, and a bunch of other stuff out of the pockets. Then he pushed the door open a crack and threw the pile out.
“Oh, God. If they don’t get our stuff ready, we’ll be in real trouble.”
“We’re not talking about our clothes right now. We’re taking advantage of the fact that we’re not wearing any.” He sealed my mouth with a kiss, and I gave up worrying about things I couldn’t influence, anyway.
Much more gently than he had suggested before, he laid me down on the bed. I slid back into the middle and stretched out.
“This is comfortable,” I murmured to myself.
“We’ll ask George for a new bed. Those cots are unacceptable. We can’t go on like this.” Shane kissed my neck, my shoulder. I sat up and stroked his head.
Finally, he came toward me. His lips burned hot against mine. I eagerly opened my legs and wrapped them around Shane’s waist. Closer. I wanted him closer to me. Inside me.
My cock was hard and heavy, and I was almost desperate.
I lifted my hips in search of friction. But Shane’s damn flat stomach was still hovering somewhere above me.
I released my legs, slid down, positioned myself much better, and clung to him again.
And finally, finally, my dick met resistance.
A velvety, iron resistance. Our erections rubbed against each other.
Shane rolled his hips, pressing me into the mattress, his cock against my stomach, then moved back again, letting our erections brush against each other.
Not enough. A hint that made me chase after him.
He continued to tease me. Driving me crazy.
But Shane remained unperturbed, holding the reins. Setting our pace. No matter how much I stretched toward him.
He kissed my neck down to my chest. With one hand, he freed my legs, which I acknowledged with a whimper. Once he had freed himself, he swept a pile of pillows off the bed behind my head.
“I’ve been waiting all day for this moment. You’re the sweetest buffet in front of me.”
He licked one of my nipples. Then the other. He blew on my heated skin. All my hair stood on end. Every nerve ending contracted. It elicited a deep tingling sensation that spread throughout my body.
Meanwhile, Shane worked his way over my body. He didn’t linger anywhere for long. Nibbled here. Licked there. Bit gently there.
He lightly stroked my groin, kneaded my balls.
He licked up the drop of pre-cum that had formed with his tongue and sucked on the tip of my cock.
With a suppressed sigh, I pushed my hips toward him. But he continued to tease me. He let go of me and kissed the insides of my thighs.
“What do you want to do?” He lifted my leg, placed my foot on his shoulder, which raised my pelvis, and ran a finger delicately over my perineum. Over the adjoining crack.
Between whimpering and laughing, I propped myself up on one elbow. “You only ask that when you want to fuck me.”
Shane abruptly raised his head and pushed out his lower lip, giving him the expression of a sulking teenager. “That’s not true! I’m saying this because I’m a considerate, romantic lover.”
My laughter gained the upper hand. “Right, Shane. Don’t talk rubbish. I can count on one hand how many times we’ve been in bed together, but you asked me that exact question when you . . . ”
I didn’t get to finish my sentence before Shane pounced on me. Kissed me, drove his tongue between my lips, demanded access, which I willingly granted him. Licked inside my mouth, rubbed his lower body against me until I finally clung to him again.
Without taking his mouth off mine, he spoke against my lips. “And I thought I was the seducer here. But I’m an open book to you.”
I stroked his hair, which hung wildly in his face. “Not an open book. But I’d rather know where I stand than have to guess.” My words took on a gravity I hadn’t intended.
Shane lifted his head slightly. A smile appeared on his lips. Not a mocking or challenging one. But a gentle, understanding one.
“You know where you stand. I stand by what I say. And I meant every word I said tonight. I only want you, Ruben. No games, no testing. I don’t need excitement. No thrill. Only the two of us. That sounds absolutely fantastic to me.”
“Me too!” I couldn’t emphasize it quickly enough.
We met with a kiss. More tender and reserved this time. But our erections soon demanded attention again.
“So,” Shane proceeded, “what do you want to do today?”
“What I’ve been thinking about for days. You inside me.”
“Fuck! Yes!” he whispered hoarsely.
Shaking my head and wearing a grin that barely fit on my face, I watched him stumble across the bed to the pile he had fished out of our clothes. He returned with three packets between his fingers and a triumphant smile.
He handed me a packet of lube. “Here. I want to watch you.”
He lay down at the head of the bed, adjusted the pillows under his head, and pointed his index finger in my direction. “This way, beautiful.”
As much as a commanding tone sometimes annoyed me in the kitchen, when Shane gave me instructions in bed, I melted like butter in a hot pan.
Eagerly, I turned so that my head was toward the foot of the bed and spread my legs.
Shane’s sharp inhale told me I was in the right position. I couldn’t see him, but it was almost hotter to interpret the sounds he made as approval.
With clammy fingers, I tore open the packaging and coated my fingers with the clear gel. I put one leg up. Reached between my legs with one hand, held my balls loosely, and rubbed the lubricant over my hole with the fingers of my other hand.
Shane moaned. And I penetrated myself. Went over the edge.
“That’s it,” Shane croaked.
His words spurred me on. I scooped up some gel with a second finger and inserted it into myself. We moaned at the same time. Two fingers were no match for Shane’s cock. The anticipation of it made me whimper.
“One more,” Shane ordered. His breathing grew louder. The sound of skin rubbing against skin grew louder. Until Shane finally cursed quietly.
My entrance tightened around my fingers. I worked impatiently against the pressure.
The crackling of plastic gave me a clear picture of what was happening behind me without me seeing him. After a few seconds, the mattress sank and Shane leaned over me on his knees.
“Come here to me.” He pulled me up by my wrist and lay back on his back.
I sat astride him and watched Shane. Through half-open eyes, he let his gaze dance over my body. In any other situation, I would have tried to suck in my stomach, but under Shane’s gaze, I relaxed.
I lifted myself up onto my knees. Reaching behind me, Shane’s erection pushed against my ass.
He opened his mouth slightly and held still as I guided him to my entrance and slowly lowered myself onto him.