I popped open the slim travel tube of lubrication, drizzling the transparent stream of liquid down his ass crack. My hand split his cheeks, tugging the strip of the thong aside so I could tickle his fluttering back hole. He was more than ready for my touch. His hips twitched back, so aroused he twerked on my hand, attempting to drive my fingers inside of him. My pet was ready.
I slid in one finger, the only hesitation coming at the very beginning when I probed the tight ring of muscles. His moans turned husky as I added another, and though he kept his palms flat against the glass as I'd asked, his hips gyrated. His body trembled and shook. His breath fogged the glass in front of his face, all while his inner muscles tightly clamped around my hand.
I kissed down his cheek to his lips. "You're going to feel so good around my dick."
He turned his head, frantically latching his lips to mine. "I agree. Let's test that theory now." His fingers curled, lifting slightly from the glass.
"Tsk. Hands flat, pet."
Hollister groaned in frustration. He dropped his forehead against the glass, his fingers straightening as he worked to obey. I would've loved to continue this game, teasing him until he was a shivering, sweaty mess. He'd done as I asked, though, and such obedience should be rewarded. Besides, I'd held my own urges back for so many hours. I wanted to see him come nearly as much as he wanted to.
I stroked his rigid length. He wasn't far from climaxing. I barely had time to get my teeth around the tip of the tie, tugging the knot free and allowing the tie to fall from his face. "Come for me," I growled.
"Oh my Goddess!" Hollister's eyes flew open. The exact moment he took in the sparkling skyline, his dick opened, spurting cum over my knuckles.
His knees buckled, and I quickly caught him, allowing his body to slump into mine while I guided the two of us down. My back hit the cool glass as Hollister collapsed on top of me. His shaking groans continuing for several more moments. "That was…" His eyelids fluttered open, and it took him a few seconds longer for his eyes to focus on my face. "That was a very dramatic way to show me the view." He smiled and leaned upward, kissing the bottom of my chin.
There'd been nothing particularly sexual about the kiss, but the familiarity with which he stretched up into me made my heart pound. I felt a power unlike anything I'd experienced. It wasn't like the adrenaline rush I felt when called to protect my cousins, their mates, or children. It was something new and a thousand times as forceful. "Wait until I show you the bathroom."
I was surprised I could speak at all with my head so full of snarling, primal grunts and growls.
Hollister closed his eyes, sighing in a contended sort of way. He leaned the side of his head against my chest. "That moment might have to come sooner than you anticipated."
I wasn't always the brightest tool in the shed, but I could take a hint. I lifted him as I got to my feet. "Take your time. Freshen up. You may use anything you find in there." I brought him to the bathroom door and stood at his back with my hands on his shoulders. "I'll make us drinks. Unless… ?" I wouldn't be offended if he still wasn't comfortable.
He stepped out from under my hands, and even then, when he would only be a room away, I yearned to pull him back by my side. He turned around, the bathroom light illuminating his blond waves like a halo as he batted his eyelashes at me. Shyly, he said, "It's okay. I trust you."
It was a good thing he locked the bathroom door immediately after. If he hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to resist claiming his mouth again. And this time, when I let Hollister go, he would know who his mouth belonged to.
And every other part of him too.
I frowned as Hollister turned the shower on. My frown remained while I washed my hands and made our drinks from the wet bar, sticking with Grey Goose on the rocks. At the last minute, I add a splash of orange juice into Hollister's. He'd been enjoying those crazy colored drinks with his friends and likely preferred it a little sweeter. I was still frowning after I set the drinks down and changed out of my suit into a pair of black sweatpants. My aching erection appreciated the extra room, though only one thing would cease the throbbing.
That one thing was still in the shower, and…yep, he was singing.
Listening to Hollister's off-key warbling made me smile, but my possessive thoughts from earlier were still troubling. I had three rules for my secret nights out: always use protection, stay as anonymous as possible, and never get attached. I frequented the same establishments, returning until I was too well known and had to switch to a new club for a few months. Even just meeting with a man for a second time would allow them to come to conclusions about who I was.
Would that be so bad?
Before, that thought would've been answered with a resounding YES. Now, that was a more difficult question to answer.
"Hey there," Hollister said softly. The light was still on in the bathroom, and steam billowed out, but Hollister was right next to me, clutching the knot that held his towel in place. He'd walked across the room without me noticing.
He cocked his head to the side. his damp hair drying in blond waves. "Big thoughts?" He brought his hand to the side of my face.
I grabbed it, holding his palm against my cheek as I kissed his wrist. "Just wondering how a person could take so long in the shower."
Hollister snorted. "Perfection takes time."
"But you make it look so effortless."
He beamed. "That was smooth, Mr. W, I'll give you that."
I frowned. I didn't normally mind the name but not on Hollister's lips.
Aver wasn't that uncommon of a name. I could tell him that mu—
No.
There wasn't much of a difference between telling him my name and then my last name too. And since he knew that much, why not go a little further and tell him what I did, and how perfect he felt in my arms, and how the only times I ever truly felt awake was during these stolen moments in the city?
It seemed like Hollister took my frown to mean something else because he suddenly cast his eyes around the room like he was looking for a way to change the topic. "Please say the orange one is mine."
I nodded. "It is." I lifted both drinks and brought them to the head of the bed.
Hollister crawled quickly behind, still dressed in only a towel. He sat with his legs folded beneath him and the towel twisted loosely around his lower half. "So, is this your thing? You…go out randomly and choose to give some needy soul a mind-blowing orgasm?"
My lips twitched into a smile. "I don't know if I can call this my thing. You make me sound so philanthropic." I was the one getting everything from these weekends. "I'm not out there saving orphans or anything."
Hollister's eyelashes fluttered as he cupped his chin with his free hand. "I'm open for adoption."
A growl ripped from me.
Hollister's eyes widened. His pupils dilated, and he licked his lips. "I like that sound. But it isn't normal."
I brought the rim of my glass against his. They collided with a clink. "Sounds about right."
Hollister took a drink, and my eyes fell to his neck. His muscles contracted, and I wondered how the same motion would feel beneath my tongue.
My cock hung full and heavy, still hard and aching. By now, I was confident I'd live the rest of my life erect. Every sense I possessed felt heightened, every strength increased. It was as if every primal element that made me more animal than man had suddenly increased exponentially. I didn't understand the change, but I also wasn't going to question it. I felt right in a way that was entirely unique.