Chapter 54
ISAK
My fingers are shaking so badly that I can’t get the key card to open the door.
Why should I be nervous? I’ve topped before.
But not with him. I don’t want to hurt him, and I don’t want him to hate it—although I suppose I can’t control that.
Shit, I’m kind of a mess. I’m also horny AF.
“Why won’t this damned thing work?” I grumble.
“Hurry, baby.” Lachlan crowds me against the door. His proximity might be a factor in my inability to get the light to change from red to green.
“I know. I know.” Focus. Gripping the card, I slide it in with intention. This time the light turns green, and the lock makes the noise that says something mechanical inside is adjusting.
Success.
I wrench the heavy door open, and Lachlan and I stumble into the hotel room. We drop our overnight bags, and our lips come together. Our tongues collide, our hands caress and fondle, our dicks rub against each other.
Lately, privacy has been at a premium, so I’m taking full advantage of tonight. I want to fuck Lachlan so bad it makes me ache, and I want to get him naked. Now.
No. Stop pushing him, I tell myself. I want this to be perfect.
Our tuxedo jackets hit the floor, and we’re down to shirtsleeves.
“Slower,” I mutter. “We need to go slower.”
Lachlan shakes his head. “No fucking way. I need you naked, baby. Take off your clothes.” He starts yanking my white shirt out of my waistband.
“Gah.”
Both of us strip, tripping over ourselves to get everything off.
His ass flexes as he bends over to untie his shoes. “Damn,” I whisper. Lachlan’s muscular body is a thing of beauty. I groan and rub my dick against his tuxedo-clad cheeks while he fumbles with his laces.
He shudders and pushes back toward me in invitation. “Can’t get these damn things off,” he mutters.
“I wanna get you off,” I say, and he laughs.
My Docs hold me up longer than his dress shoes, but finally I’m barefoot. I shuck off my pants and glance at him. He’s naked, too.
The beds are two queens, covered in white linens with fluffy duvets. That’s handy: one for sleeping and one to get messy. I stride over to the closest one and rip the covers off, leaving just the bottom sheet below.
Lachlan puts his arms around me, and we kiss again. He grabs my ass with strong fingers and pulls me closer. I happily rub my hard erection against his.
Then he drops to his knees and starts sucking my cock.
“Oh, shit.” I run my fingers through his soft, golden hair. “That feels so good, babe. You’re amazing. But”—I push gently on his forehead—“you’re gonna make me come.”
He pulls off long enough to say, “Then come on my face, and we can take more time the second round.”
Electricity skitters across my skin. “I’m so on board with this idea.” I let myself relax and enjoy Lachlan’s blow job. He gets sloppy, licking and sucking me. I love the view of his broad, sculpted shoulders, his strong back. I can’t wait to fuck him.
I come fast, because of course. It’s Lach.
My brain blanks out, and my body pulsates in relief.
Lachlan looks up at me, his lips red, his eyes hazy, his hair messy, his grin savage. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Better?”
“A little.”
He gets off his knees and pushes me to the bed, where I collapse on my back with him straddling my hips, his hard cock jutting out right … there. I have to stroke it, playing with his tip and the precome leaking from it.
“Come up here,” I say, fitting my hands around his ass and tugging him toward my mouth. He gets the idea, scooting up and feeding me his cock.
My palms are on the soft skin of his hips, my fingers on his tattoo.
Like me a few moments ago, he’s so worked up that it doesn’t take him long to come, and I swallow his release, loving the way he lets himself moan louder than usual.
Once his shudders stop, I stretch out atop him so we can kiss.
“That barely took the edge off,” I say against his lips.
“Same.”
“Are you still good for me to fuck your pretty hole?” I ask, reaching down to fondle his balls and explore behind them. “Because we don’t have to.”
“I want it,” he says firmly, a blissed-out look on his face as I play with his junk.
“If you change your mind at any time—”
Lachlan kisses me. “I know. Don’t worry. I want this so badly.” He winks. “I did a little extra cleaning at home before we left.”
“Cool,” I say, feeling slightly faint. We kiss until our cocks are hard again, and then I push him to his stomach. “And you’re still okay with no condoms?”
“Yes.”
“Then let me get you ready.”
I retrieve the lube I packed, popping the top on my way back to the bed.
Then I stop and stare.
My golden-haired football player boyfriend, with his round ass, thick thighs, and slim hips, is lying on the bed, legs parted, muscled arms bent so he’s resting his head on his hands, a blissed-out expression on his face, which is turned to the side.
“You look amazing,” I murmur. “You’re my absolute fantasy come to life.”
He turns his head farther and smiles at me over his shoulder. My hot, sweet boyfriend, who has been the object of my desires since I knew what desire was.
With a lubed finger, I probe between his cheeks and inside. I’ve played with his ass plenty over the time we’ve been together, but this is a new step.
He squirms under me.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Yeah. It’s weird but good.”
“Okay. If you want to stop, just say so and we will. No questions asked.”
“Fine, Isak, but stop saying that. I know how to use my words, and I trust you. You need to trust that I want this.”
It echoes our conversation months ago when he wanted me to trust that he knew his own sexuality. “Fair enough.”
He’s starting to get looser, so I add some more lube and a second finger. My other hand is tracing his body, skimming over his ass, the curve of his hip. I love how warm he is and how his skin feels under mine. His golden hair is a total mess, and he’s groaning.
“Fucking love how loud you are, Lachlan.” I pull my fingers out, and he whimpers. “One sec,” I tell him. I squirt a ton of lube onto my dick. “You good?”
“Yeah.”
I clear my throat. “I think I want to do this standing, with you bent over the bed.”
He shivers in what I hope is anticipation. “Sounds hot.”
We climb off the bed, and he positions himself with his head, arms, and chest on the mattress, ass out, feet planted firmly on the floor. I stand behind him and take a moment to enjoy seeing him below me. “You’re such a damn snack,” I say. “I love you.”
He smiles. “I love you, too.”
“Ready?”
“God, yes. Please.”
Holding my dick, I start pressing into his hole, rocking my hips to work my way inside his tight passage.
My eyes almost cross from the pressure. He’s tight and warm, and I keep going, little by little making inroads into his body. Before long, I’m fully seated.
“How are you doing?” I ask.
“Good,” he pants. “You feel so fucking big.”
I smile, rubbing his hips. “That’s what I like to hear. Does it sting?”
“A little. Just …” His voice is strangled. “Move. Please. Fucking move. Fuck me.”
So I do.
I pull out and thrust back in, overcome by how good it feels. After a few strokes, I accidentally pop out. So I enter him again, then learn how far I can move without the same thing happening.
Then I bend closer to him and wrap my arms around his chest, fondling his nipples.
“Oh, fuck. There.” He cries out, but it sounds like the good kind of cry. Guess that angle works for him. I keep going, fucking him faster and faster and faster, needing to bring us both release. I reach down to stroke his hard cock.
I fuck him and jack him, my hand moving in time with my cock. And I lose myself in it. My brain is wiped clean.
There’s nothing but me and Lachlan. I’m with him. I’m inside him. He’s fucking mine. For always.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mutter. I hope I’m not being too rough, but he seems to like it. The more I screw into him, the happier the noises coming out of him.
I’m trying to stave off my orgasm, wanting him to come with me. I could fuck him like this for the rest of my life. And if he wants to fuck me, I’m fine with that, too.
“How close are you?” I ask.
“Close. You’re, fuuuuuck, hitting my prostate, fuuuuuck, and it’s making me wild.”
“Good.” I kiss his shoulder. “Should I keep going?”
“No, I don’t want it to end yet.”
I endorse that opinion, though I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to hold out. “Then do you want to ride me? It will give you more control.”
“Oh, damn.” He nods. “Yeah. I really, really do.”
I ease myself out of him, then settle on my back on the bed, propped up on pillows but still mostly lying down, and let him climb on top of me.
I hold my dick in place while he lowers himself on it, his body sucking it in.
“Ohhhhh, god.” His eyes roll back in pleasure. I know from experience how intense this position is. And while I want to thrust into his tight ass, I’m going to let him control the pace.
He does. He slides up and down, fucking himself on my cock, and I again drift away in mindless pleasure.
Except it’s not mindless, because I never lose eye contact with him. I never for an instant forget that I’m doing this with Lachlan. The one I love above all others.
As he rides me, he strokes his cock with one hand, and I smile.
“What?” he asks, smiling back.
“I’m just enjoying the show. You look so fucking hot like this.”
I let him control our movements, taking his pleasure. I let him position himself so I’m hitting the spot that makes his eyes roll back and his breath hitch, and then he yelps, “Coming!” and hot, warm jets stripe my belly.
I almost black out, coming into him hard. I shove deep inside, surrendering to the waves of my release.
He collapses onto me, my dick slipping out of him and some of my come leaking down his leg and onto my skin. I fucking love it.
We kiss deep, slow, with lots of tongue. I smooth the sweaty hair from his forehead, and his fingertips trace circles on my arm.
“Well?” I finally ask.
“Give me a few minutes and let’s do that again.”
I chuckle into his neck. “I was nervous. I did okay?”
“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “I can’t wait to see what happens when we get the hang of it.”
That makes me laugh out loud. “Neither can I.” We kiss until we get hard again. “Shower?” I whisper against his lips.
“Shower.” He winks. “Bring the lube.”
We fuck in there, too, my bare cock railing his lubed ass as he braces against the tile, warm water washing down over both of us. When I come, I’m absolutely spent.
Today is the best fucking day of my life.