13. My Oyster
13
MY OYSTER
Nate
An hour later, I’m in the back of a town car, cruising down the neon Strip, making out with my sex date.
Funny how we’ve been planning to get naked since we made this date, but we’ve spent the whole day together clothed.
Well, we were in public.
Still, even with clothes on, even with the long delay, it’s been a ridiculously good day with Hunter.
But now when we’re finally semi-alone, I’m not wasting a second. I kiss along his jaw, up to his ear, biting the lobe.
He moans and slides his hands along my chest. I’m starving for more, so I return to his lush mouth and devour him again. I need as much of this man as I can get because I don’t know when or if I’ll see him again after tomorrow.
Tonight is a one-time only deal. And I need a sure thing. Badly.
Hell, I need to get to the room stat.
When we’re close to the hotel, I wrench away from him. That’s the only way I won’t touch him.
What is wrong with me? I’m a ravenous beast when it comes to Hunter. I want to eat him alive.
The car comes to a stop in the portico. I smooth a hand down my shirt then through my hair while he does the same, trying to settle.
“I really need to keep my hands off you till we get to the room,” I say.
“Shame,” he says.
“Agree. But I don’t want any random fan to snap a shot of me and my very obvious hard-on.”
“I’ll make sure your hard-on isn’t obvious for a little longer.”
Laughing, I say, “Thanks, Hunter. That’s big of you.”
“I was going to say the same of you.”
I use the walk through the opulent lobby, its ruby red and sapphire blue lights swirling around us, to reset my mind and to will my body to cool off. When we reach the front desk, I’m all focus again, like I am on the field.
Soon, we’re checked in, and we make good time crossing the casino, weaving between dolled up couples placing bets and playing slot machines. And in the elevator, I manage not to push him into a corner. Look at me. King of resistance.
When we exit the lift on the twelfth floor, Hunter swings his gaze around the plush hotel with its silver baseboards and gold etching on the wall. “This is definitely extravagant,” he says.
That’s what the prospect of sex with someone who wants me feels like— extravagant.
My desire beats faster inside my heart as we close the distance to the room at the end of the hall. “Glad you like this place,” I say.
“I love it. I think you might be the best date ever,” he replies. I feel like a superhero. If aliens attack Las Vegas, I can save the city.
As soon as the door latches, our bags hit the floor. We discard phones and kick off shoes. And it is on.
I prowl over to Hunter. “We’ve got thirty minutes before we meet my friends.”
“And we have to shower too,” he says, in the sexiest suggestion I’ve ever heard.
“Good idea.” I grab the waistband of his jeans. “Can’t wait to get you naked. See all of you. Touch you. I need a taste of you before we go out tonight.”
Hunter shudders. “Oh, shit. Holy fuck. Holy fucking hell.”
I’ve never heard so many expletives.
Forget the city. I can save the whole goddamn world with my lust this evening. “Is that a yes?” I ask, high already on his desire.
“Shower. Good. Yes. So good,” he says, barely able to talk.
Does he have any idea what he’s doing to me?
Hunter’s enthusiasm is a good drug. I want another hit. So I grab the neckline of his shirt, drag him against me. “I’ll fuck you later, but I’m gonna make you feel so good now.”
“Want that,” he murmurs.
I’m out of control. So aroused I can’t see straight. I crush his mouth in a hot kiss that goes to my head. I could kiss him for hours, but I’ve got to get him naked and under the hot water.
I find the will to break the kiss so I can grab some lube from my wallet. A minute later, we’re in the bathroom, shedding clothes in a flurry.
As he whips off his shirt, I lick my lips at the view. He’s all lean muscles and trim arms, his chest covered in a light dusting of golden blond hair I remember fondly from our afternoon together.
Now I get to see him in his full glory.
Want to roam my hands down his arms.
Want to squeeze his ass.
I want everything all at once. I don’t know if I’ll get enough today, tonight, in the morning. Gotta start now.
I shed my jeans and boxers in a flash, grip my dick, and stroke it once for him, putting on a show.
“We really need to work on your lack of body confidence,” Hunter says as he stares unabashedly at my cock while he steps out of his pants.
“Why don’t you work on that with me in the shower?” I ask, tugging on his boxer briefs, then jerking them down.
I grip his hard-on. He groans savagely. Heat flares through my cells.
I jerk him nice and slow a few times. He moans with each tug.
Then I let go to head into the glass-encased shower. Once I turn on the water, I take a beat to gather my wits.
Focus on him .
This is my chance to make a man feel incredible.
But not just any man. This man who’s irresistible, and funny, and the best traveling companion I’ve ever had.
Hunter joins me, shutting the door on the world beyond.
I don’t hesitate—I crowd him, my mouth covering his, the water beating down hard. We kiss for a minute, maybe more. When he breaks away, he says, “Your lips…” He doesn’t, maybe can’t, finish the thought.
But I can figure it out. “Bet you’ll really like them on your dick.” I get down on my knees on the tiles, water sliding over my skin.
“Bet I will too,” he mutters as he grips his cock, offering it to me.
Finally.
Someone who wants me to give him head. Someone who likes my teasing.
I slide my hands up his thighs, dust my lips across the tip, then rasp out, “You want me to suck this beautiful dick?”
“Yes. Now,” he says, reduced to one-syllable words.
Okay, so maybe he can’t withstand as much teasing as I can give. But another time.
I ignore the voice that reminds me there won’t be another time, that there’s just tonight. I draw his delicious cock into my mouth and enjoy this time.
Hunter trembles under the water.
When I draw him deeper, he shudders.
Then, as I lick and suck, he gazes down at me with lust-drenched eyes. “Yes, fucking yes,” he moans.
Nothing else. Just a glorious chorus of yes, yes, yes in tandem with the sound of the falling water.
I grasp my throbbing dick. He chants louder, then begs, “Can we do that together?”
Hell yes. I pop up, and he pushes my back against the tiles, surprising me.
This is a sweet change of pace. I like to set the lead, but now and then, I’m all for being manhandled too.
“I want to jerk us,” he says, so bold, seeming to relish the words. “I’ve jacked off to the thought of it so many times. To you.”
I can’t deny him anything—not when his confessions make me feel like a king. “Do it,” I urge, my body crackling with lust.
He grabs our cocks, holds them together, pauses as if weighing them. He seems mesmerized by the sight of us in his hand.
Then, he strokes and fondles, playing with our cocks, squeezing them together. Picking up the pace, Hunter handles me like a man who knows what he wants. He’s focused and determined and he’s winding me up as he strokes.
I’m buzzing. My thighs are shaking. Pleasure twists inside my stomach, a warning sign.
It won’t be long.
That’s the problem.
I cover his hand with mine, slow him down. “Let me do it.”
“But…was I okay?” He sounds so worried, and my heart squeezes.
I lean in close, kiss him gently. “You’re too good. I was gonna come before you,” I admit, unashamed of how aroused I am. “But that’s not cool.”
His grin is utterly filthy. “News flash—everything we do is cool.”
Does he have any idea what my sex life has been like? Of course he doesn’t. Being with him makes me feel like I’m discovering sex all over again.
I take over, coating my palm with lube, then grip our shafts again. My other hand gets in on the action as I fondle his balls.
Hunter groans, slapping his hand against the wall by my side. His face drops against my neck.
I get lost in the moment—the heat of the shower, the feel of his firm body, the dirty sounds of our pleasure.
Then, there’s soft breath against my ear. An eager voice. A hungry rumble. “Make me come really fucking soon, Nate.”
As I jerk us, my nerves fire everywhere. My orgasm is so damn close, but I concentrate fiercely on him.
First. He comes first, dammit .
My fist flies. He grunts out a yes, so close , then a hot, dirty moan as he spills his release on us.
Yessss.
Pleasure crashes into me, knocking my world off its axis. I slump against Hunter as he shudders, and all I can think is how the world is my oyster tonight.