Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Nate
“If I have my way, there definitely won’t be any barriers of any kind between you and me.” I smirk, hoping it hides the burst of panic that coursed through my veins when I thought he’d leave.
When he smiles back, I hand over the towel so he can clean up as well, then jump on the mattress.
“So, what’s your deal?” I ask, as I hit the pillow under my head to make it fluffier.
“My deal?” he repeats with a frown, and damn, his accent will never not be sexy.
“Yeah, what are you doing in Sydney?”
It’s not usual for me to ask personal questions to a hookup, but I can’t deny I’m curious about Ru. I don’t see any reason why we can’t talk before we’re ready to go again.
There’s a long moment of silence while he stares down at the bed, then he climbs in and settles back with a hand under his head and stares at the ceiling.
“I’m here for work,” he says to the room at large.
“Have you been here before?” I wonder, and even though a part of me wants to shut up and sit here in silence, I can’t stop myself from asking. I want to know... more about him.
“I have, a long time ago.” He sighs and turns to me. “What about you?”
His face screws into a grimace that has me chuckling lightly. It looks like the question pained him.
“I’ve never been here before, no. I’m here on vacation with my friends.”
“A weird time of year to take a trip,” he says simply.
“I guess it is, but we’re all done with our credits and graduated early. It’s summer here, so it was a no-brainer for us.”
“Graduated?” he asks with a confused frown, and goes on before I can explain. “How old are you?”
I can’t help it, I burst out laughing.
“I’m twenty-four, just graduated from grad school. How old are you?” I throw back.
I see he’s relieved, and I cackle and fall back onto my back when I realize what he thought.
“I’m going to have to tip my facialist better if you thought I was eighteen.”
“I did not think that,” he protests and leans up, resting his weight on his forearm while waving his other hand around. “You said graduated and I just—ugh, shut it,” he grumbles and falls back as well.
I turn to see him, and smile when I see the edges of his lips are tipped up.
“All right, then answer me, lord. How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-eight,” he says in a measured tone. It sounds like he’s thinking he’s way older than me.
“I mean, I guess that’s a big enough gap, considering you clearly don’t even know what a himbo is.”
“What,” he squawks, then he sits up, turns to me, and looms over me in a very tempting way.
“I didn’t say anything stupid that night. Himbos are literally supposed to be attractive and unintelligent. Did you think I was dumb?”
“I didn’t!” he shouts. “I just?—”
“You just don’t know what a himbo is, but that’s okay. I can act stupid and inexperienced, and you can show me how to take a dick like a man if you want.”
I wiggle my eyebrows and he doesn’t really react. His mouth hangs open in shock, but after a second I see his chest start to heave faster, and when I tug on the sheet, I see he’s growing hard at an excellent rate.
So without waiting for any type of answer from him, I just pull him down and kiss him.
Pillow talk is over.
* * *
I wake up slowly, feeling loose and rested.
I don’t feel like opening my eyes. I want to keep them closed and spend all fucking day in this perfect bed. The bed that seems to move a second later, and it brings a smile to my face. Memories of last night’s activities—the reason for my relaxation—flit through my mind like the best porno in the world, and my dick takes notice.
Still feeling lazy, I simply roll over and open my eyes to see Ru looking up at the ceiling. He’s not frowning or smiling, he’s just... Ru.
The intense feeling that thought brings me is uncomfortable. It makes me want to move, spring up and into action, and maybe attack him with kisses.
It’s new, and honestly unwelcome, so I tighten my lips and my belly, and wait the feeling out. It’ll disappear in a few minutes.
“Nice of you to stay,” I drawl teasingly, once I know my voice will come out steady. “I was scared you’d leave in the middle of the night.”
Did that sound way too honest?
His cheeks stretch with a wide, amused smile but he still doesn’t look my way, even as he shakes his head.
“I wasn’t left with any energy to sneak out after the third round.” His accent does me in. Fuck, it has goosebumps breaking out all over my body.
To avoid any awkwardness, I get up quickly, mutter something incoherent, and make my way to the bathroom to go through my morning routine.
I have to splash some water on my face a few times to get out of this weird mood that makes me grumpy. I wanted to stay in bed too much.
Wanted to stay lying next to Ru and his warmth, if I’m being honest, so retreat was the safest choice.
I walk back out to see Ru buttoning his pants, and disappointment fills me no matter how hard I try to resist it.
“You’re leaving?” I ask, and hate the slight whine in my voice.
He smiles ruefully but still won’t look at me.
“Need to get some work done today.” He takes a deep breath as he straightens his clothes, then he finally looks up. His smile stays firmly in place even as his eyes roam over my naked body. Again, I have to resist the idiotic impulse to shift on my feet in the face of his inspection. His undivided attention is... addicting.
I clench my fists so I won’t move another muscle, and relax my face into a smug grin in time for him to see it when his eyes make their way back up.
“In case it comes in handy, my room number is fourteen-o-one, at the Empire.” he says easily, but his warm hazel eyes tell another story. He wants me again.
And that restores some of my balance. At least I’m not the only one who’s a little desperate.
He’s not desperate enough to ditch work for me, though . And on a damn Saturday.
“Good to know,” I murmur.
He stares for another long moment, nods, steps forward, kisses me lightly on the lips, and then... he’s gone.
* * *
Hours later, I’m in the VIP section of yet another nightclub. Beautiful people are all around me and my friends are enjoying the hell out of the model-like patrons, dancing and drinking the night away.
“Dude, come dance,” Seth tells me, and I just shake my head and drain my drink. He sighs heavily and plops down next to me. “That waiter really left an impression, huh?” he comments with an eyebrow waggle.
I swallow hard and look down at my lap. “Yeah,” I say noncommittally.
“You gonna hook up with him again before we leave?” His voice is too casual as he looks around the club. I narrow my eyes at him.
Does he know I was lying about the waiter?
There was no reason for me to lie, there really wasn’t, but I just... did. I still don’t know why, but thankfully I’ve never been one to spend too much time questioning my split-second decisions.
“Maybe,” I say finally.
“Then go, man. You’re having a shit time here, so just go get laid and we’ll catch up tomorrow.” His eyes are full of humour, which I appreciate. I don’t feel like having a deep emotional chat right now, not that it’s something we’ve ever done regularly when it comes to hookups anyway.
“Yeah, okay.”
There’s no reason to resist this. I want Ru again, and he gave me his room number for a damn reason. So I lean forward, put my empty glass on the low table, and stand.
“See you later,” I tell Seth and pat him on the shoulder.
I waste no time after that. Seth’s gonna let the guys know I’m tapped out and I’ll see them tomorrow, so I don’t bother searching for them among the sea of bodies. Instead, I walk quickly to the exit and hail a cab.
The hotel isn’t too far away, thankfully, and I’m in the elevator pressing the button for the fourteenth floor in less than half an hour.
Anticipation thrums in my veins as I watch the numbers on the little display go up and up.
So much so that my whole body is trembling when the doors open and I see the little sign directing me to the left if I want to reach rooms 1401–1405.
Only ten rooms on this floor, so they must all be suites.
Unlike Ru, I knock on the door as soon as I reach it, and it takes him maybe a minute to open, but it feels like forever. It’s long enough for me to think of the possibility that he’s not here, that he’s hooking up with someone else, maybe the man he had dinner with yesterday—and the jealousy is as intense as it is idiotic.
But then the door opens and he’s there.
Shirtless.
Gorgeous.
Delicious.
He looks weird in cut-off sweatpants, like they’re not dressy enough to grace him, but there’s still a calm, comfortable air about him that pulls me in wordlessly.
I grab his cheeks and walk him back the second my lips touch his. I kick the door closed, and when he opens for me and gives me entrance to stroke his tongue with mine, I trail my hands down his neck, over his shoulders, and to his back.
His soft skin is addicting; his low groan drives me insane.
With my instincts screaming at me, I pull back and fall to my knees. I take his sweatpants down with me, and find that he’s not wearing any underwear.
Jackpot.
His cock, hard and ready, springs up, and I catch it with my mouth before I even bother to circle it with my hand.
“Nate,” he moans when I swallow him to the back of my throat. I don’t bother pulling back, or slowing down.
I want more.
More groans, moans, and rattling breaths.
I want him to spill in my mouth and shout my fucking name while he’s lost in pleasure.
But he has other plans.
“Nate, I’m gonna come,” he groans, like that’s not what this whole thing is about. I look up and hope he sees the question in my eyes because I’m not willing to stop sucking him off like it’s my job to ask out loud. “I want you to fuck me,” he moans. The desperation and need in those six little words does make me pull back.
“Get on the bed,” I tell him, voice gravelly. “All fours.”
It’s not a request, and thankfully he doesn’t seem to mind, but follows the instructions without waiting another second.
I get a good look at his ass for the first time as he perches himself on the mattress, and I unbuckle my belt and undo my pants as I walk over, slower than he did.
“That’s a pretty ass, my lord,” I murmur teasingly. As soon as I’m completely naked I palm both cheeks and spread them just a little. “Fuck, so juicy.”
He snorts and lets his head hang forward.
“Lube and condoms,” is all he says, and points at the nightstand.
I walk over and back quickly, and when I’m behind him, I push the back of his legs.
“On your belly, Ru. You’ll be back on your knees after I’ve prepped you.”
“Fuck,” he moans. I guess he likes it when I tell him what to do. That’s good to know. For now, I lie down between his stretched legs and go right in, licking his pucker delicately. His moans are louder as I work him open bit by bit. I get a couple of loud groans when I push in one finger, then two, but it’s when I thrust three fingers in that he becomes truly desperate.
He rises to his knees just enough to tilt his hips, then he pushes back. I watch transfixed as he fucks himself on my fingers, and when I snap out of it, I get his desperation. I share it.
I scramble to get a condom from the brand new box, and manage to get it open and sheath my dick with only one hand, since I really don’t want to stop looking at how well he’s taking my fingers.
“More,” he mutters, right before I pull my hand back.
“Yes, my lord,” I tell him, trying to tease but it comes out darker—honest.
That’s new.
I shake off that thought and grip his hips tightly, line myself up, then ease the tip into him. When it passes that still-tight ring of muscle, I mentally order myself to take it slow. He’s still so tight, and hurting him isn’t part of my plans.
Again, he surprises me.
He pushes up until his arms are completely straight, and pushes back hard until I’m buried balls-deep in him.
“Ru,” I moan, my fingers flexing harder on his soft skin. I don’t know if I want to pull him closer or push him away, but I need... I need.
“Please,” he whines, as his arms give out from pleasure, and he barely manages to turn his head so he’s looking to the side. I can see the way his face is screwed up in that almost painful need for more. That does it.
I drive into him with enough force to send him sprawling on the mattress again, and shift my knees to the outside of his thighs. Then I put both palms on his back and fuck him mindlessly. I get lost in it—in him.
The tight heat around my cock is all I feel, his perfect milky skin contrasted by my tanned hands is all I see, and his whiny, incoherent moans all I hear.
I give no thought to whether he can come untouched, all I know is need and hunger as I piston my hips as hard and fast as I can, but when he tightens even more around me, when he shouts, surprised eyes wide open, when he basically sucks the cum out of me with his ass, I get my answer.
“Bloody hell,” he says, and surprises a laugh out of me.
“Fucking perfect, Ru,” is all I can say, and for a reason I don’t care to investigate, I lean down and kiss the back of his neck tenderly.
He’s perfect.