Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Ru
I wake, the need to pee foremost in my mind. Once I’ve dealt with that urge, I walk back into the room from the bathroom, and Nate is sprawled out on the bed, face down, the sheet lying loosely across his hips so his back is exposed. He’s breathtakingly gorgeous. His skin is tanned in a way mine can never be.
I want to run my fingers over his skin, over the contours of his back and shoulders, but that seems too intimate an action to take. It’s something lovers do. But that’s not what we are, nor can we ever be.
This is perfect, just what I wanted while I was here—fun and freedom away from the watchful eyes of my father. There’s no one here who knows me and can report back. This is a holiday fling and that’s fine. That I managed to hook up with a handsome tanned American is a bonus, even if he’s a himbo.
Instead of giving in to the very real desire to kiss him awake, I decide to order breakfast. I can at least feed him after another night of fantastic sex. First, I locate my sweatpants that were discarded on the floor last night and pull them on. It seems indecent to order room service while completely naked.
As I finish ordering, Nate stirs on the bed and blinks his eyes open.
“Morning, my lord,” he drawls. His mock deference should annoy me, but somehow it doesn’t and I find myself smiling.
“I’m treating you to breakfast,” I reply, and his eyes track down my body slowly.
“Yes you are, though they’re going to have to come off first.” He gestures to my sweatpants. My cock, which had been sporting a semi ever since I gazed at his half-naked body in bed, hardens fully. My cheeks heat up and I can imagine the colour they are, damn my pale English skin.
He turns over and props himself against the pillows.
“I can see your body is on board with the idea, even if your brain needs to catch up.” He laughs, and I look down at my tented sweatpants.
“Come here.” He beckons. “You promised me breakfast and I always start the day with a protein shake.” He laughs again at his own joke, and my cock twitches as the memory of his mouth wrapped around it comes to me. He’s right, my body is liking this plan. I definitely want to feel that again, and as he’s offering I’m not going to refuse. I strip off my sweatpants and he smiles.
“There we go.”
I climb onto the bed and straddle his chest.
He looks up at me, his light green eyes dancing.
“That’s it, my lord. Feed me.”
Did he just say my lord? Surely not, but I’m not given anymore chance to dwell on it as he sucks half of me into his mouth, and I nearly see stars. His lips provide an exquisite amount of pressure and he bobs up and down. I brace myself on the wall, giving myself over to the magic of his tongue.
He devours me, moves his head so I hit the back of his throat over and over again. I can’t help the moans that escape me, and in response, he strokes his hands down the back of my thighs. It spurs me on, and I thrust in time to his mouth.
“So fucking good, Nate,” I groan. I’m not going to hold on much longer. He doubles his efforts and my breath becomes choppy as my hips seem to have a life of their own.
Then there’s a knock on the door and a voice calls out.
“Room service.”
Nate chooses that moment to grab my arse cheeks and dig his fingers into my flesh.
Fuck!
“Mr. Cardew?” The voice becomes louder.
Nate starts kneading my arse cheeks, and I can hardly form a coherent thought.
“I—um. I—unngh, just leave it there,” I manage to gasp out, as my thighs shake, and with another moan, I come, shooting down his throat.
I sit back, slipping out of his mouth, and he grins at me, his lips glistening and his face flushed. He looks debauched and utterly divine.
“That was . . . That was, fucking wow.” The high of my orgasm leaves me barely able to speak.
“The first course was delicious,” he says, licking his lips. “And now I’ve worked up an appetite.” He rises and disappears into the bathroom.
I clamber off the bed, my legs still slightly wobbly, and once again retrieve my sweatpants, pulling them on before opening the door and wheeling the trolley inside and to the table close to the large window of the suite. Nate sits down at the table, still naked, and I blink at him. He looks down at his body, following my gaze. He shrugs.
“I’m not putting my clothes on until I’ve had a shower, and I smell bacon and eggs. I don’t want them to get cold. But first, tell me you have coffee.”
“You have no shame,” I say, only half teasingly, and he shrugs again.
“Why should I?”
He has a point. Why should he?
He’s fit and gorgeous; I’ve already seen every inch of his skin. He probably has no responsibilities, no commitments, the ultimate free spirit.
He uncovers some of the dishes, and spoons food onto his plate.
“You hungry?” I ask, gesturing to the mound of food he’s piled up.
“If I am, it’s your fault,” he quips back, and I laugh and sit opposite, retrieving what he’s left for myself.
“It’s just that in my house if I didn’t get in there before my sister, there would never be any left for me. Old habits die hard.”
“You have a sister?” I’m intrigued about his family.
“Yeah, Chelsea. She’s older than me. Just a year, but you’d think it was ten the way she treats me.”
“Tell me about it.” I tuck into my own food.
“You have a sister?”
“Yes, Petra. She’s two years older than me and she never lets me forget it. But really she’s not so bad.”
“Mine too.” He admits, giving me a smile I interpret to be solidarity over older, meddlesome sisters.
I pour us both some coffee. I still don’t know much about him. I don’t even know his surname. I wonder what he’s actually doing in Sydney. I know he has friends—a bunch of guys just like him—but that’s it. He obviously has money given the clothes he wears and the hotels he stays at. But that can mean anything.
“What are you doing in Sydney?” I ask casually, trying to find out more.
“I’m with my buddies, we’re on vacation. But we’re leaving soon. Actually, we’re flying to Melbourne later today.”
I ignore the dull pain in my gut that he’s leaving so soon. Also the ugly thought that he’s probably going to fuck his way round Melbourne too. After all, aren’t I the same? I got what I wanted, and as I’m only in Australia for another week, it shouldn’t matter to me. I decide it doesn’t—it can’t.
We finish up breakfast in silence, and when he’s cleared his plate, Nate stands.
“I’m going for a shower. It would certainly be more enjoyable if you joined me.”
He’s already said he’s leaving soon for Melbourne, so I plan to make as much as I can of the remaining time I have with him.
“Just try and stop me,” I quip, and actually beat him to the bathroom. We have fun washing each other all over, which of course turns into mutual soapy hand jobs.
Despite him being some sort of pleasure-seeking playboy, he’s a lot of fun, and he actually sings in the shower and encourages me to join him. I have no great singing voice, but he doesn’t seem to mind as we become louder and louder trying to outdo each other.
As we dry ourselves and dress, I can’t help thinking it’s a shame he’s leaving, as I’d like to hang out with him some more. Get to know him. Rather than it just being sex, because that’s what it’s been, just sex.
His phone starts ringing as he pulls his T-shirt on, and he makes a slight face before he answers it.
“Hey Seth,” he starts, and I hear a tirade of loud voices at the other end. I withdraw slightly, giving him some space, as it sounds like his friends, if that’s who’s called him, are giving him some grief.
“I’m on my way,” he says, before ringing off and pocketing his phone.
“You gotta go?”
“Yeah, my plane leaves in two hours.”
“Okay.” I suddenly don’t know what to say.
Thanks for the sex, it’s the best I’ve ever had. Have a nice life.
That would cover it, along with I wish I could see you again.
But I say none of those things. Instead, I settle on, “Enjoy the rest of your holiday. I had a really good time.”
It’s lame, but I can’t formulate anything more eloquent, and if I say more I might blurt out something like please don’t go .
What good would that do me? It would only delay the inevitable until I fly home to the other side of the world next week.
He pauses by the door, his hand resting on the handle.
“I had a great time too.”
He opens the door and walks out. I stand in the doorway and watch as he walks down the corridor. He gets halfway there before turning and striding back to me. He takes my cheeks in his hands and touches my lips with the softest kiss.
“Goodbye, Ru.”
And then he’s gone, walking away again.
I stay in the doorway, staring after him for a long time, enough for him to have taken the elevator and left the hotel.
Eventually I shut the door and return to my room. I need to go through some work for tomorrow, but I don’t. I lie down on the bed, curling into the spot where he slept, and where it still smells of him.