“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he teased, licking his way down my neck. “I bet you could get off from just me stroking your cock if I paid attention to…other places.”
God, he was about to make me come from just a little bit of dirty talk. I struggled to hold still when his mouth traveled across my collarbone to my shoulder. He buried his nose against my armpit, inhaling sharply. “Fuck, you smell good.”
The tension and anxiety melted out of my body as that sinful mouth kept praising me between kisses along my chest. The whole time, he continued stroking with a sure hand. When his teeth clamped over my nipple, I was sure they’d heard my surprised cry throughout the entire hotel.
It was too much stimulation, but not nearly enough. Tonight, I was going to be greedy. I’d beg, if that’s what it took, but there was no way in hell we were leaving this elevator without me knowing what his mouth felt like around my dick.
“Suck me,” I pleaded, pushing his head toward my lap.
“My pleasure.” His response was cheesy, but I really didn’t care, as long as he proved how happy he was to suck me dry. And god, did he ever.
All it took was one swipe of his tongue through my slit and my balls tightened to my body. Nate took his time, licking his way around every inch of my dick without ever taking me into his mouth. The first time his lips enveloped any part of me was when he sucked one nut past his lips, working it around his mouth using his tongue. That one came free with a popping noise that seemed to echo off the walls of the elevator before he paid the same attention to the other side, stroking me closer to orgasm the entire time.
“Not going to last long,” I warned him, because I was beginning to worry I’d fire off before feeling his lips around my shaft, and I needed that particular memory to file away for the future.
“I have faith you can hold out a bit longer,” he encouraged me, right before gripping the base of my cock tight enough it almost hurt. “We’re probably still going to be in here for a while and I’d hate for the entertainment to end too soon.”
“You’re a cheesy bastard, you know—” My words were cut short when Nate took my entire length to the back of his throat and swallowed.
It shamed me to realize I’d made it to thirty-five years old without ever experiencing a man deep throating me. Some had tried, but apparently I’d been with all the wrong men, because not a single man made me come unglued with only their mouth the way Nate was.
As he pulled back, he worked his tongue across the veins along my shaft, torturing me slowly. No way in hell was I going to be able to hold back if he kept that up. When I tried warning him how close I was, he worked harder rather than giving me the break I needed if he truly wanted this to last.
When his hand slid between my legs and his fingers pressed against my taint, I was gone. No way in hell could I stop the orgasm from crashing over me. I tried pushing him away from my dick, but he sucked me deep again and moaned at the same moment I exploded.
My orgasm went on forever. Cliché, yes, but also the damn truth. Sex with Nate was unlike anything in the past, and I wanted to make him feel half as good as he’d made me feel.
But I couldn’t.
First, I wasn’t as young as him and needed time for my brain to start firing properly again. Then, about the time I’d recovered, the faint voices made their way to my ears, along with banging that completely destroyed the mood.
“Sounds like the cavalry is on their way,” Nate said. After he’d helped me get dressed again, he’d tried putting some space between us, but didn’t resist when I pulled him close to my side. He curled up, head resting on my shoulder, and we sat in silent darkness.
The combination made what we’d just done uncomfortable and awkward. Nate must’ve felt the same way, because he started talking, careful to keep his voice low enough no one would overhear. “Just so you know, I’m not going to hold you to the rest of the date package.”