Chapter Nine #3
Without a word, he rolled away and pulled the covers down, exposing clean sheets.
I’d barely had time to crawl back onto the bed before he yanked off his clothes.
Stripped down, his bare chest was covered in scars, but the most prominent marking was the circular tattoo on his right pec just above his nipple.
The outline on top read Special Air Service and on the bottom, Who Dares Wins.
The center emblem had to be the British SAS symbol.
A sword pointed downward with wings on either side.
The banner across it repeated, Who Dares Wins.
I hadn’t expected to see a tat on his skin but found it sexy as hell.
I loved seeing ink on the men I fucked. If it was tastefully done, it only added to the bad boy persona that had always strongly attracted me.
This simple symbol, though, of Mars’ service to his country and the bravery that went along with the British Special Forces SAS, was sexier than any I could’ve imagined.
My mouth practically watered with the desire to lick it. Mars yanked at his belt, and I reached down, covering my raging erection poking up and tenting the towel. I watched him avidly as he yanked his jeans and briefs down, exposing a rampant erection.
My cock pulsed as my mouth filled with saliva.
I loved going down on men, but I could honestly say, I’d never sucked off a man as sexy as Mars.
He dropped to his hands and knees on the bed, crawling over to me, eyes locked with mine.
He reached for both my nipples, tugging on the rings with a little humming sound as he looked into my eyes, seeming to wait for my reaction.
“These are so sexy.”
I gasped as he tugged, twirling my nipples, sending ripples racing over my skin.
I writhed on the bed as he smirked, watching me as he played with them.
I wanted him to suck on them, but he had other ideas.
Fire and lust burned in his eyes as he reached for my towel, only breaking eye contact as he pulled it open to stare down at my raging, exposed hard on.
He flicked a glance upward, meeting my eyes briefly, before returning his gaze to my dick as he licked his lips.
A tiny groan slipped out unbidden as he reached for my cock, moving closer.
“Gonna suck this,” he murmured, meeting my eyes briefly. A split second after I nodded, he swooped down and took me into his mouth.
I gasped, involuntarily lifting my hips up as I slid deeper into his wet heat.
I curled my fingers into the soft hair at the back of his head as my other hand desperately gripped the bedding.
“Oh, God!” I gasped as he sucked more of my cock into his mouth, bobbing over me as he fisted the base with one hand and took my balls in hand with the other.
I groaned as he squeezed my balls just enough to pinch, rolling them in their loose sac.
Thank God I’d showered as soon as I got to the room.
I was proud of my body, taking great care with it.
I worked out whenever I got the chance, and kept my pubes trimmed just in case I was offered a spontaneous blow job.
I never knew when I’d meet a handsome tourist in the gay bars I frequented or when or where one would hit on me.
I stayed away from locals, if at all possible, sticking with the plentiful tourists who flooded into town in search of a hot fuck, a new experience, or just a one-night stand with a stranger.
Something that was often taboo in the small towns they came from or their shitty corporate worlds.
I was a hot-blooded gay man after all, and much like the TV commercials promised, what happened in Vegas, mostly stayed in Vegas.
Mars stared at me as he blew me, watching my reaction to what he was doing. I always got off on that, seeing a guy come apart as I sucked him off, so I understood the attraction for it.
He really was handsome as hell. His smoky blue eyes had turned even darker with lust, but it was his long, dark lashes that were breathtaking.
The square jaw and scruff of a beard scraping my cheeks when we kissed were everything I’d loved about dating men, ever since the first time I’d made out with a guy back in high school.
On top of all that, Mars was almost painfully beautiful when he smiled, punching deep dimples into his cheeks.
I gasped as he pulled nearly off, sliding the tip of his tongue into my slit and teasing my frenulum, before sucking me back into his mouth.
I groaned as he sucked me harder, drooling saliva which ran down his chin, soaking into my pubes.
The squishing sound of the sloppy blowjob sent an added thrill through me, bringing me close way too fast. I wanted to lie back and enjoy it as long as I could because I figured this would be a one-time deal.
Tomorrow morning—or for that matter—as soon as I got off, he’d waltz out of my room and probably out of my life, never to look back.
I really dreaded that happening.