31. Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Christian

When Emil and I reach the tenth floor, I find our room and pull out my keycard. The door unlocks with a subtle click, and I drag my boyfriend inside, letting him go to flick on the lights. Rounding the bed, I grab the bag I stashed here earlier in the day.

“Give me just a minute,” I tell Emil, sauntering into the bathroom. He looks perplexed, but he sits down and removes his shoes as I shut the bathroom door behind me.

As I’m changing, my phone pings with a text. I’m relieved to see my plan is falling into place exactly like I’d hoped. Quickly, I get into my rather simple outfit, and then I hang my floral skirt on the shower rod and check myself over in the mirror. Perfect.

Emil’s eyes bounce wide when I step out of the bathroom wearing nothing but my tutu. His throat bobs, and he tracks me with his gaze.

“Remember what you asked me to do in this skirt?” I say, heading for the door that leads to the adjoining room.

“I wanted you to fuck me in it,” he says thickly.

I hum, flipping the lock on the door. When I ease it open, the lights in the other room are off, not letting me see much, but a quiet throat clear confirms our guest is waiting.

“What are you doing?” Emil asks.

“You told me once that you trusted me to keep you in check if we were in public,” I say. “You made me promise I wouldn’t let you do anything you shouldn’t.”

He nods, brow scrunched.

“But I know how much it turns you on to have someone watching,” I go on, heading his way. Emil lets me tug him to his feet, and I walk backwards, bringing him over to the dresser stationed beside the door. Circling behind him, I set one hand on his stomach, the other at his chin. I aim his gaze through the darkened doorway. “There’s someone in that room who’s going to watch.”

Emil’s breathing hitches, his stomach dipping and swelling beneath my palm.

I lean in close, my lips at his ear. “They’re going to watch me undress you and bend you over this dresser. They’re going to watch as I tongue your ass open. And they’re going to watch while I fuck you delirious. If you don’t want that, tell me now.”

“I want it,” he says, voice a whisper.

“Mm. Thought so, my little exhibitionist. Hold on.”

Emil’s hands scramble for the dresser, and he braces himself as I unbutton his slacks and tug them down to his ankles. He looks back at me, his face flushed, his eyes half-lidded already. I give him a wink before pulling his briefs down to his feet. His cock is fully hard, the tip already glistening with precum.

I run a hand up the length of it as I stand, my finger passing over his slit before I lift it away. Emil lets out a strangled sound, his arms shaking as I set to work on his bowtie. I pull it free and then tackle his vest. Last is his shirt.

As soon as Emil is naked, clothes discarded on the floor, I kick his legs wide. He groans, dropping down to his forearms.

“The person in that room will see everything I do to you,” I tell him, dropping to the floor and palming his ass. “They’ll see the way your dick begs. Hear every sound from your mouth, every moan as you ask for more.”

I lean in, licking over Emil’s asshole, and he curses.

“Can you imagine what you look like right now?” I ask, rolling my thumb along his rim. “How perfectly needy. How gorgeously flushed.”

A moan leaves his lips as I tongue him again. “Christian,” he groans.

“I’m right here, Specs. Do you think they can see how wet your dick is already?” I roll my palm over the head of his cock in demonstration, and he lets out a garbled moan, his knee buckling before he rights himself. “Do you think they’re imagining what they’d do to you given the chance?”

“Get something inside me,” he says hoarsely. “Now, Christian.”

“Mm. Love that mouth,” I say before licking him broadly. The moment I press my tongue inside his body, he keens.

“Yes, yes, God, fuck ,” he starts to ramble. “More. Don’t stop. Fucking— ah . Get me ready for your cock, Christian. Need it.”

“I know, beautiful. Hold on.”

Emil groans as I press a finger inside him, wet with lube from the bottle I left for this purpose. I work him open quickly, adding a second finger as my boyfriend squirms back against me and begs me to hurry. To hurry up, already, come on.

“So gorgeous, Specs. Look at you.”

“You’ll be looking at…my cum on this dresser if— God . If you don’t get in me soon,” he huffs out.

I nip his ass cheek, loving this man more than I can possibly say. As soon as he’s loose enough to take three fingers, I pull out and stand up. Emil widens his stance, hair falling messily over his forehead as he looks back at me, elbows planted on the dresser.

“C’mon, Christian,” he begs, eyes skipping down to my skirt as my hand disappears to wet my cock. “Do it. Do it, c’mon.”

“Fuck, I love you,” I say aloud, flipping the tulle of my tutu out of the way so I can press the head of my cock to Emil’s hole.

“I love you, too, but if you don’t get in me, I’m gonna—” Emil’s words cut out as my crown pops inside his ass.

“You were saying?” I ask, grabbing ahold of his hips as I work myself in.

He hangs his head. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

I huff a laugh. “Not yet. Up on your hands.”

Emil pushes up onto his palms, grunting when I snap my hips the rest of the way forward. I give him a few hard thrusts, waiting until his sounds turn frantic before I still. Flush against his back, I latch on to his neck, sucking and soothing with my tongue as Emil groans.

“What do you think they see right now, Specs?” I ask, redirecting Emil’s attention to our voyeur.

He whimpers.

I give his cock a slow stroke, and Emil starts to tremble. “You like having their eyes on you, don’t you? You like showing off.”

“Christian,” he whispers.

“I like showing you off, too, Specs. I want the world to see how gorgeous you are. I want them to see how beautifully you take my dick, like you were made for it. I want them to see how much you goddamn love this. And I want them to see you come on my cock without you so much as laying a hand on yourself. Can you do that for me?”

“ Fuck .”

“That’s the idea,” I say, punching my hips. Emil cries out, and I move my hand to his shoulder blades, pressing down. “Back on your elbows, Specs. Hang on.”

Emil drops down instantly, bent over at the perfect angle. The sound he makes when I pull all the way out and slam back in again is one I know I won’t ever forget. It sounds like joy. Like abandon. It sounds like someone who knows exactly what they want and have succeeded in getting it. It’s smug. It’s gorgeous. It’s the man I love shouting his desire for anyone to hear.

“Is this…what you wanted, Specs?” I ask between breaths, fucking Emil hard enough to rattle the dresser. “You wanted…to be owned…by a man in a skirt?”

“You,” he huffs out, his ass clenching around me. “Wanted you .”

Fuck .

“You have me,” I tell him seriously, wetting my fingers before bringing my hand around to Emil’s chest. I tug on his nipple, and he gasps out a breath, his ass spasming around me again.

“Christian,” he breathes.

“What do you need?”

“You,” he says, his ass cheeks jiggling with every slam of my cock in his body. “T-talk to me.”

“You want me to tell you how hot you look right now? How good your ass feels clenched around my dick?”

He groans.

“Want me to tell you what I think our voyeur is seeing? Your cock, hard and bobbing in the air. Your muscles straining and your cheeks flushed red. Your ass swallowing me again and again and again .”

“God,” he moans.

“You look like a wet dream, Specs,” I say, flicking his nipple with my thumb, fucking him hard enough that he loses his grip. “But you’re mine, isn’t that right?”

He nods quickly.

“That’s right. So c’mon, my little exhibitionist. Squeeze me. Strangle me. Show our guest who you respond to and paint this goddamn dresser.”

Emil comes with a hoarse cry, his entire body shuddering, his ass clenching around me so tight I curse. I grind into him shallowly, the heat and pressure making it impossible not to follow him into orgasm. It’s like a kick to my gut as my cock jerks inside his body, emptying, flooding his ass as I grapple to keep myself upright. Emil groans, his body milking me in little bursts, the both of us shaking as we try to catch our breaths.

“Holy fuck,” Emil finally says, rolling in a shiver.

“Okay?” I ask, stepping back enough to slip from his ass. The evidence of his orgasm is splashed across the dresser.

He nods, but he’s shaky when he reaches for me, so I wrap an arm around his waist, helping him over to the bed. He flops onto it unceremoniously, not objecting when I encourage him to roll to the side so I can get the sheets out from under him.

“You fucked me to death,” he mumbles, a sleepy smile on his face.

“What a way to go,” I retort, running my fingers through his hair before plucking off his glasses and setting them on the nightstand. “Be right back, okay?”

He hums, his eyes already closing. Not bothering to cover myself any more than what the tutu conceals, I head to the adjoining room, shutting the door to a crack behind me. Tanner flips on the light near the couch.

“Hey,” I say. “Thanks again, Tanner. I appreciate you helping us out.”

He stands up with a chuckle. “Uh, yeah, man. Anytime. That was seriously hot.”

I grin. “Glad you enjoyed it. See you at work?”

“You bet,” he says, giving me a two-finger salute as he heads for the door. He pauses with his hand on the doorknob. “Hey, Christian? I’m really glad Emil has you. I’ve worked with him for years, but… I’ve never seen him as happy as he’s been these past few months. You’re good for him.”

My throat feels tight as I nod. “Thanks, Tanner. That means a lot.”

His lips quirk into a smile, and he heads out the door. I shut off the light before rejoining Emil in our room. He’s still sprawled out in bed, and I drop my rather soiled tutu on the floor before sliding in next to him.

He rolls to me instantly, his head finding a home on my shoulder. “Was there really someone watching?” he asks, voice drowsy.

“There was.”

After a moment, he says, “Thank you for doing that, Christian. I just… Thank you.”

“Yeah, Specs,” I answer, wrapping my arms around him tight. “Boyfriends who play together stay together, isn’t that right?”

He huffs a small laugh. “It sure won’t be boring, that’s for certain.”

“What’s that?”

“Our future,” he answers, a gentle smile on his face. “Our life together. It’s gonna be unpredictable, and I can’t wait.”

My chest squeezes, heart aching in the best possible way. “Yeah, Specs,” I say softly. “It’s gonna be great.”