Either way, I would take what I could get with him. Even a quick shared orgasm before sleep would be better than nothing. Way, way better than nothing.
Jack’s finger slid between my cheeks and made me squeak in surprise. I wasn’t used to being touched this way, intimately. He was the only person who’d ever had his hands on my body before, but he was still a stranger.
“You okay?” he asked, pulling back to check in with me. “Am I going too fast?”
His eyes were half-lidded and sexy as hell. His lips were plump and a deeper pink from the kissing, and I thought, once again, the sight of his late-night stubble might be enough to trigger my orgasm on its own.
“Uh-huh.” I nodded.
“Oh,” he said stepping back. “Sorry.”
I squinted at him. “What? Oh, no! I thought… never mind. I’m okay. I’m more than okay.”
His face softened into a smile, and he reached out to brush his fingers through my hair. “You’re so fucking beautiful. It killed me not to be able to tell you that night. Your dark hair and your bright eyes… your perfect body and all this gorgeous skin… god, I just wanted to tell you over and over how much you turned me on.”
My stomach flipped over. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he said, pulling me back in close. “I’m sure you’ve heard it before, but… it’s a relief to finally be able to say it out loud.”
I swallowed. “I’ve never heard it before.”
Jack tilted his head in confusion. “Your other boyfriends haven’t told you how sexy and beautiful you are?”
Oh, shit. The last thing I wanted to do was admit he was the only person I’d ever had sex with. That was a one-way ticket straight to loserville.
“No, I mean. Yeah. Well, you know some guys aren’t talkers, so…”
“They’re idiots,” he murmured before leaning in to kiss me on the lips again. He had the kind of magical kisses that made clothing disappear. I didn’t know that was a thing, but it happened, and the next thing I knew, I was on my back on one of the beds, the cool comforter a shock to my overly warm skin.
An equally naked Jack was on top of me, raining kisses down my jaw to my shoulder and across my chest. I felt like I was grasping at him wildly with both hands and feet like one of those inflatable blowing things in front of car dealerships. No purpose, just frantic flailing.
He finally grabbed both of my wrists and crossed them on the pillow above my head, transferring them into one of his strong hands while the other hand felt up my chest.
I wish I bench-pressed. Did men apologize to other men for not being buffer?
I opened my mouth to say something, but an unintelligible sound of longing came out.
“I have you,” he whispered between kisses. His hands continued to map my chest, sides, and stomach. “So good, so fucking good.”
I wasn’t even sure he knew he was talking out loud, but I liked it. This big, strong pilot muttering reassurances to me during sex was unexpectedly sweet, especially because nothing he was feeling was particularly good at all. It was all very Teo Parisi mediocre. I was that guy you didn’t remember: medium height, medium build, brown hair. So, for him to say anything about being naked with me was good meant he was kind and generous.
Our dicks rubbed together deliciously as he moved his hips rhythmically against me. I arched up into him seeking more and more and more. I wondered if he was going to fuck me or if maybe I should try to suck him off. As soon as the image of his fat dick on my tongue came into my mind, my mouth filled with saliva.
“Suck you,” I managed to blurt.
He froze in the middle of licking one of my nipples and looked up at me with a frown. “I’m sorry?”
“Your dick. Your cock.” What part didn’t he understand? “Your penis.”
His face relaxed into laughter, and he laid his forehead down on my chest. “Teo, I thought you said ‘fuck you.’”
“Ohhh. No. Well, I mean… I guess I could try, but—”
He lurched up and kissed me hard. “You’re adorable. Stay right there.”
Jack climbed off the bed and rustled through his bag before coming back with a small bottle of lube. I didn’t want to think of why he traveled with it. Hopefully for masturbation only.
I rolled my eyes at myself. Sure, Teo. Probably for masturbation only. Look at the man, for god’s sake. He probably has a sailor in every port.
That was corny enough, I had to roll my eyes again. Jack must have seen me because he furrowed his brow.
“No!” I said. “Not you. That’s for me. I’m… never mind. Yes, that. Whatever you’re going to do with that. Please do it. I consent. Fervently. I fervently consent.”
He laughed and shook his head. “I’m beginning to understand your need for a silence rule before.”
Before I could take offense, he winked at me and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I’m joking. I’m so happy not to have a silence rule right now, I can’t even express it in words. Which is ironic.”
I ran my fingers through his hair, noticing the thick waves were just as soft as they’d been before. We locked eyes and stared at each other for a few beats while our lower bodies automatically resumed the dry humping we’d been doing before. Suddenly I felt Jack’s hand gripping our dicks together with cool, slick lube.
“Oh god,” I said, closing my eyes and arching my head back in bliss. “Feels so good.”
I pushed my cock through his tight grip and held on to his wide shoulders to keep him from pulling away. It felt so good, so unbelievably sensual and exciting that I had a moment of absolute regret. Regret at wasting all the years I could have been doing this with other men, could have been feeling sexy and desired. Having someone as hot as Jack Snyder kissing me, touching me, stroking me to orgasm against his own hard cock… god, it was like something out of a dream.
“Want you to come,” he grunted, his breath hot against my chest. “Let go, Tee. Come all over me.”
The combination of the nickname and dirty talk blasted me over the edge. I cried out as my balls emptied, the feeling of release a combination of utter euphoria and relief. After a beat, I felt the warm splats of his own release on my stomach. It was so hot, so foreign and exciting, another bead of cum escaped me while my body contracted again.
“Ughgod,” I gasped. I folded my legs around the back of him and pulled his face down to kiss me. We were breathing so heavy, it was more like holding our mouths together as we fought for oxygen, but it still gave me the intimate connection I craved.
“So fucking sexy,” he murmured before kissing me more fully. “So hot.”
I felt half-conscious, like I’d melted into the bed and would never be able to get up again. I’d been awake now for over twenty-four hours, and the adrenaline spike from the crash had made the exhaustion even worse. Would it be rude if I just closed my eyes and slipped away?
Jack began murmuring to me again, but I couldn’t catch the words. At one point a warm wet cloth cleaned me up like something out of a Disney movie where objects were animated and sentient. Or maybe that was a dream.
When I woke up sometime later, I was plastered against a solid, masculine body that smelled like hotel soap and sleepy man. Would it be considered strange if I sniffed his armpit? His arm was bent up over his head, exposing the sexiest dark pit hair ever. Just as I was inching up to sneak a whiff, the phone rang, splitting the silence of the dark hotel room.