Chapter 12 #3
He lifted them, and I stripped his shirt over his head before tossing it with mine. He dropped back against the pillows, his hair falling around his face, and his cock hard beneath his shorts. The look he gave me said I was taking too damn long.
I licked down his chest and over his stomach, then stopped at the waistband of his athletic shorts. “These too.”
“Finally.”
“Keep complaining.”
“Or you’ll what?”
I held his stare while I worked his shorts and boxers down his legs. “Do you want to find out, or just let me devour you?”
He lifted enough to help, and I stripped the rest of his clothes off before moving between his legs again.
“That’s what I thought.” I smirked.
“Shut up.”
His erection lay hard against his stomach, and the second my fist wrapped around him, he bucked. “Fuck.”
I stroked him once, slow and firm. “Still want to complain?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Keaton tugged my hair until my mouth was back on his. I kissed him while I stroked his cock, and he thrust into my fist with no patience at all. While my hand stayed on him, I moved lower to kiss the skin just below his navel. His fingers caught in my hair when he realized where I was headed. “Ro.”
I glanced up at him. “What?”
“Hurry,” he panted.
I took him into my mouth, and his hand fisted in my hair.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
I dragged my hand lower, cupping his balls as I took him deeper, and his thighs spread wider beneath me.
“Don’t stop,” he breathed.
I didn’t, and every time his hips tried to lift, I held him down and took more, letting him feel exactly how little control I was giving him.
“Jesus.” His voice cracked. “That feels so good.”
I released him before he could come.
His eyes snapped open. “Are you serious?”
“You wanted me to take my time.”
“No, I specifically said I didn’t want that.”
“Oh, right. That was me.” I winked.
“You’re an asshole.”
He reached for me, but I moved off the bed and shoved my shorts down. His attention dropped to the outline of my shaft, and the look he gave me made my hand pause at my boxers.
“Keep looking at me like that, and this is going to be quick.”
“I already told you I’m fine with fast.”
“I’m not.”
His gaze lifted. “Then get over here.”
I kicked off the rest of my clothes, grabbed the lube from my bag, and climbed back onto the mattress between his opened thighs. Keaton reached for me again, and this time I let him. His palm fisted around my length, stroking me from base to tip, and my arms nearly gave out.
“There he is,” he murmured.
“Don’t get smug.”
“You love my mouth.”
“I do.” I rolled against him, my cock sliding along his as precum leaked between us. “But right now, I want it busy doing something else.”
His lips parted, and I kissed him before he could answer. Then I moved lower, flipped the cap on the lube, and squeezed some onto my fingers. The first touch of my slicked up fingers to his puckered rim made his breath catch, so I rubbed it over and over until his legs opened wider.
“Relax,” I whispered.
“I’m trying.”
“You’re trying to rush me.”
“Because you’re taking forever.”
I pushed one finger inside him, and his protest turned into a moan.
“Say that again.”
He held onto my shoulder. “Fuck you.”
“That’s the plan.”
His head tipped back, and his next breath came out uneven. I moved my finger in slow, shallow strokes at first, giving his body time even when his mouth was done waiting. When he started pushing back against my fingers, I gave him another one.
His nails scraped over my back. “There.”
I did it again, curling my fingers, and he caught my wrist, holding me right where he wanted me.
“There?” I asked.
“Yes.” His voice came out rough. “Right there.”
I kept going until his control started to slip. His mouth stayed open, his skin flushed, and he stopped trying to guide the pace. “Rowan.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m ready.”
“Almost.”
“No.” His eyes opened. “Now.”
I withdrew my fingers and reached for the lube again. “Bossy.”
“You like it.”
“Yeah.” I slicked myself and moved between his thighs. “I really fucking do.”
The second the head of my cock pushed against him, his grip caught my side, and neither of us had anything smart left to say.
I pushed in slowly. His palm landed on my arm, then slid to my shoulder as he breathed through every inch.
Once I was all the way inside him, I held still, keeping my hips flush with his while his legs hooked around my waist. Soon he rolled up against me, impatient and already chasing more, so I eased out enough to thrust into him again.
After a few strokes, I found a steady pace, and Keaton touched whatever part of me he could reach—my shoulders, my back, my ass—anywhere he could grab while I fucked him into the mattress.
The bed creaked beneath us, and the air conditioner rattled near the window, but the only thing that mattered was how he reacted when I changed the angle.
“Oh god.”
I hit it again, and his head tipped back.
“Again.”
I gave him what he wanted, harder this time, and his hand slid to the back of my neck.
“Ro,” he groaned.
The way he said my name made my rhythm falter. I pulled out and shifted back until I was sitting with my legs stretched across the mattress. Keaton followed without hesitation, straddling my lap and taking me inside him again. “Fuck,” I breathed, my hands braced behind me as he started to move.
He lifted and sank down again, taking his time with the new angle. His head tipped back, which exposed his throat, and he looked so delicious, I wanted my mouth on every inch of him.
“Like that?” I asked.
He dropped down harder, setting the pace himself, and my arms almost gave out.
“So good.”
I pushed myself upright and caught his waist, holding him as he rode me. He moved faster once I had my hands on him. His arms looped around my neck and his body was hot and slick against mine while the bed dipped beneath us.
My hand slipped between us and wrapped around his cock as I thrust up into him. He came down to meet me, taking me deeper each time. His fingers pulled at my hair, his mouth stayed close to mine, and every time I stroked him, he gave me another sound he couldn’t hold back.
His next outburst was loud enough that someone in the hallway could’ve heard it.
Good.
I wanted them to.
I wanted the whole damn hotel to know he was mine, that he was here with me, that there were no locked bedroom doors hiding us from the rest of the world anymore.
Stroking him faster, I matched the way he moved on me, then his rhythm started to break. He kept trying to ride me through it, kept taking me even when his body didn’t know whether to chase my hand or my cock.
“Close?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I kissed him, then caught his lower lip between my teeth before letting go. “Then come.”
Keaton came, spilling over my fist and between us as he rode it out. I kept my hand on him, but moved slower, giving him everything he needed while he clung to me.
When his movement finally slowed, I was already too far gone.
His palm slid around the back of my neck. “Now you.”
I held him close and drove up into him until all I could think about was coming. No Florida. No gym. No future waiting outside the room.
Just him.
His arms around me. His mouth against my jaw. His body taking everything I had left until I buried my face against his throat and came deep.
For a minute, neither of us moved. He stayed in my lap, arms around me, his fingers dragging slowly over my back while I tried to breathe like a normal person again.
I kissed him, then helped him lift off me and ease back onto the mattress. He exhaled hard, and I kissed his shoulder before getting off the bed.
“I’m gonna take a shower.”
He blinked up at me, his hair a mess against the pillow. “Information or invitation?”
“Invitation.” I smirked.