Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

CAULDER

The walk back feels like it takes an hour. My entire body is buzzing with need. I can feel his hands on me through my clothes. My skin burns. I can't remember the last time, if ever, my cock has ached so bad.

"Jakub says your team often dances together like that," Lo comments as we walk down the sidewalk.

I nod. "Any time I give one of them a ‘rescue me in five minutes' face, yes."

"Any of them?"

I shrug. "Some are better at understanding than others. Ethan, Creed, and Jakub do right away. Lucien and his wife, Bianca, are really good about it. Sacha and Asael. Three…" I trail off. "A couple others. Some are oblivious, so I don't bother. They mean well, but reading body language is not their strong suit. Which is fine. It's not their job to rescue me."

"Why don't you just tell them you don't want to dance?"

I sigh. "Image," I admit, shrugging. "I enjoy hanging out with the team. They're good friends. There's a club in Buffalo—Scepter—that's our place." I take a quick glance around to make sure no one's listening. But it's late so there aren't many people wandering the streets right now. "Usually, I can manage to keep the image without resorting to dancing. Like walking a girl out to catch their ride and I just don't go back in and head home instead."

"Mmm," Lo hums.

"Sometimes I get dragged out and, if she's not a creep, I'll dance for a song or two before they come out to pull me into the group and yeah, we end up dancing for a while. But there are also those that I refuse to go near, and it takes a different kind of rescue call."

Lo huffs. "Yep, I know the kind."

We don't speak as we walk through the hotel lobby. Finally, there's no more yelling at reception. Probably because they've more than double booked their rooms and therefore there's no one checking in.

Our silence continues into the elevator. The air feels charged. Like it's crackling between us. My dick is pressed against the zipper of my pants painfully, and every inch of my body feels sensitive.

The hall is quiet as we walk to our room. I feel like we're running. Racing. Finally, we're standing in front of our door and Lo uses his keycard to open it. I step inside and turn, waiting for him to close it. He doesn't let it slam. Once it's shut, he throws all the extra locks before turning to me.

We stare at each other in the dim light. A beat passes. Two. I'm not sure which of us moves first. Likely both. On the third beat, we practically lunge at each other. Our mouths collide almost painfully as we begin tearing at the other's clothes right there in front of the door.

He bites my lip. I suck on his tongue. He scratches my back. I dig my fingers into his ass. We struggle and fumble as we try to get undressed without breaking the kiss, while simultaneously touching everywhere. It takes us longer than it would have if we'd just stripped first.

I try to back into the room, but Lo pulls me into the bathroom first.

"I have plans and I need you squeaky clean, Caulder," he says as he shoves me into the shower.

A moment of trepidation shudders through me, but the shock of the cold water on my skin makes me jump. I yank Lo under the water so he can also enjoy the icy touch. He shivers violently, but then we're kissing again. Groping. Running our hands everywhere.

I don't wash him, but his hands move over me with soap from the pump on the wall. I'm not sure if he actually got the body wash. There's a chance he could be cleaning me with hair conditioner.

He's thorough as he implied he was going to be, but I'm not at all convinced he's taking his time for the sole purpose of making sure I'm clean. Not with the way he fondles my balls, presses against my taint repeatedly, strokes my dick over and over, and definitely washes my crack. His finger pressing teasingly against my hole makes my dick leak.

I have no concept of how much time passes. We don't run out of hot water, which means they have a damn good water heating system or we're not in the shower as long as I think we are. When we finally get out, we don't bother drying. We stumble into the room, nearly tripping over our discarded clothes on the way, and fall onto the bed.

Lo doesn't leave me for lube and condoms, so I'm at least confident he's not going to try to go right to sex. Which means I have time to decide how I feel about it. I mean, I barely know this guy. But then again, who says I have to marry the first guy I have sex with? This isn't the nineteen-thirties.

He pushes me up the bed, his hand under my ass as he drags me with him. Then his wet, hard body is on mine and we're both groaning as we rub together. The sweet friction of our dicks rubbing, grinding. I expect to stay like this, so I'm surprised when his mouth comes off mine and he says in the sexiest husky voice, "Roll over."

My breath catches. I remind myself he didn't get lube or a condom, so I adjust until I'm on my stomach.

His hand moves across my ass, feeling me, gripping my ass cheeks. He spreads them apart. My face heats but Lo groans. "So fucking pretty," he mutters.

A shiver races down my spine.

"Frog for me. Get this ass up a little."

I adjust, spreading my legs and bending my knees. My back arches at the base, bringing my ass into the air a bit. Angling it to his face.

His hands remain on me, and my face continues to burn. There's something unnerving, unsettling, and sexy as fuck showing someone your asshole. This isn't a prostate exam. This isn't a health screening. This man is looking at my ass for entirely sexual reasons.

Not just my ass. My hole.

Lo's finger traces along my crack, barely brushing over said hole. He presses his finger into my taint again and I twitch. When his fingers come back up, he presses against my hole. "Sexy," he murmurs.

A moment goes by where he does nothing else except move the pad of his thumb over my hole. Just touching me. Not pressing, not teasing. Just touching me.

His hand leaves, and the bed shifts. Then his face is between my cheeks and before I have time to become embarrassed, his mouth is on my hole. A choked sound leaves my throat as I grip the bedding. He laps at me, much like his finger had been moving. Petting me with his tongue.

It doesn't last long before he presses his face in further and his tongue is a lot more persistent. Pressing and pushing, trying to break in, as his teeth skim my sensitive flesh.

The sounds that leave my mouth don't sound human. I press my face into the bed, trying to keep my guttural noises quiet. His hands gripping my cheeks move in closer to my crack, spreading them wider.

I nearly yelp when he somehow buries his face in my ass.

There's something almost disturbing about it. It shouldn't be hot or sexy or feel good, right? I mean, it's an ass. But fuck, nothing has ever hit home quite like this.

When his tongue finally loosens my hole and slips inside, my entire body reacts. I shudder, and curl on myself more, trying to present my ass a little more. My hips rock as I try to ride his tongue.

Lo pulses it in and out of me, licks along my crack, and then sucks my hole. My hands dig into the bed.

My cock is so fucking hard. It throbs with need so I reach down to squeeze it. Lo bats it away and I hear, "Uh uh."

"Please," I whine. "Fuck, it feels good, Lo. I need to come."

This man doubles down. His mouth on me becomes more insistent. Determined. He releases a cheek and reaches for my dick, pulling it back under me and rubbing it. Not quite what I need, but the extra stimulation is beautiful. His hand drives up and presses against my balls and then down again, rubbing my head and slit.

Meanwhile, his mouth doesn't stop. He alternates what he's doing, constantly feeding me stimuli until I'm shaking and practically begging him to come. His mouth leaves me and I almost cry. But his finger slips inside. Deep.

A whimper escapes. Then his mouth is on my balls, sucking them inside and hollowing his cheeks. The three touches combined—finger in my ass, sucking my balls, jerking my dick—have me going wild.

When he curls his finger inside me, I lose my mind. White hot pleasure surges through me and I come. I grunt into the bed, thrusting my ass back for more of the good stuff. Lo doesn't stop. He stimulates me until I'm shuddering and trying to get away. He lets me go and I collapse, panting.

For a long time, I remain just like that. There's no movement. No sound. I just lay there, trying to catch my breath.

Eventually, I manage to shift. Lo is sitting on his haunches, slowly stroking himself as he watches me with a lazy smile. My cum is all over him. When I meet his eyes, he licks his lips. My cheeks blush hotly.

He's still so fucking hard.

"Want me to?—?"

Lo nods. "Roll over. Let me use your mouth."

I try to stifle the shudder of apprehension. I barely tasted his dick last night. He was so intent on sucking me or frotting together that it just didn't happen.

Now it's here. Is he going to be able to tell I've never sucked a dick before?

Rolling onto my back, I shift until I'm comfortable. Lo climbs over, his legs on either side of me as he moves up my body. I'm staring at the way my cum drips down his chest and can't help myself when I reach up and rub it into his skin. Lo chuckles.

He doesn't stop me, and we end up in a slightly weird angle as he taps his dick to my lips. Reflexively, my tongue pokes out to lick them and I taste the tip of his head as it comes back down.

"Open. I'll be easy."

Yep, he probably knows. Swallowing, I open my mouth and he wastes no time pressing inside me. I drop my hand, reaching around to his ass cheek, instead. Maybe also spreading my cum there as well.

Lo pushes in further, but he doesn't hit the back of my throat before pulling out again. His hand curls at the back of my neck, lifting my head to angle my mouth. I look up his body, my eyes locking with his.

He's so damn hot. His mouth is open as he stares down at me.

"I'm going to fuck your mouth, but I won't hurt you. Won't touch your throat. Okay?"

I nod around him.

He does just as he says and fucks into my mouth. I stare at him. Watching the way his body moves. His stomach tenses, making his abdominals bulge. His biceps flex. His body rolls and rocks into me.

There's that awkward phase as a teenager when everyone's bodies are growing and changing. Teenage boys are obsessed with having the biggest dick without actually admitting to looking at other dicks because that would be gay. But I remember those days. I remember when everyone was comparing dick size.

I fell somewhere within the bulk of the pack. Not huge, but definitely not small. We called our size the sweet spot. We were certainly going to be felt, we could arrange some guts, but we weren't dangerously big.

Then there were those on the cusp who, if they really focused on how to use their dick, they'd create magic. But they didn't need to know how to use it for their partner to get pleasure from them. They could just be the dick to let the other person ride. It was big. Not huge, but big.

Beyond that were the monster dicks. There were two at my high school, and they enjoyed fucking with the same person then making them decide who has the bigger dick. By the time we graduated, I think they were still even.

Maybe it was just my generation obsessed with dick size in high school. I swear, we had measuring events every year to see whose had gotten bigger and who stayed the same.

Lo is a cusper. He's not dangerously huge, but he's definitely bigger than the masses. The way he moves, the way his body shifts and curls and bends, I think he knows exactly what he's doing. He can create magic.

I'm just a hole right now, doing none of the work. Too busy staring up at this sexy man as he uses me. I'm barely paying attention to the fact that there's a dick in my mouth for the first time and I should be exploring that shit.

Instead, I'm mesmerized by Laurent. My body hums with heat, with a charge, with lust.

He suddenly pulls back several inches and jerks his dick in front of my face before painting all over my face and neck and chest with his cum. I gasp, squinting so I can still take him in, but not get cum in my eyes.

When he's done, he does as I did. He rubs that shit into my skin, a low groan hanging in the air.

After a minute, he comes down and licks up my neck, cleaning his mess, before bringing it to my mouth. We share his release in a filthy kiss. We alternate licking each other and kissing until our mouths are lazily moving together.

I think we fall asleep like that, though it's hard to say. We wake up many times in the night and get each other off. Sometimes, I'm not sure either of us are fully awake when it happens. It's hot. It's an amazing night that I'm never going to forget for as long as I live.