12. Jake

Chapter 12

Jake

I have ironclad self-control. Usually that is. But as Ethan disappears into the bathroom, I feel something snap inside me. I spring up and dash over, blind but for the one imperative of getting my hands on him.

He yelps as I yank him into me and press his back into the wall. He’s just turned the water on. I still have my clothes on, but I don’t care when he’s desperately returning my kiss as I grope his rigid cock through his soaked jockstrap.

I’m painfully hard. I’ve never been so turned on. It’s like he knows what buttons to push without even trying. Keeping himself on edge for me all day… it explains things. His dirty kisses, his greedy hands. He was trying to rile me up.

Tongues locked in a clash for dominance, we kiss. I overpower him, pressing my length into his thigh as I ravage his mouth. I’m already addicted to him, and his naughty stunt today only fuels it further. He could’ve jerked off in the morning. But he didn’t. He wanted to be horny for me all day. It’s driving me crazy.

“I want to fuck you from behind,” I whisper, nipping his earlobe. “I want to watch your hole stretch around my cock and take it.”

“Yess…” He humps my leg, chasing friction. “Anything you want. Just make me feel good or I’ll lose my mind.”

Fuck. I love seeing him like this. So lost to arousal. If I figure out a way so we can work, I’ll make sure he’s always horny for me.

Looping my arms under Ethan’s ass, I lift him up. We kiss sloppily as I carry him to the bed and toss a towel on the blankets. Throwing him on top, I get rid of my clothes and place one knee on the edge of the mattress. He scurries closer and props himself on his knees, pushing his ass up.

My head spins and my heart pounds like it’s run a marathon. The butt plug looks unfairly sexy on him. The end is a deep blue gem which is a stark contrast to his pale skin. His pink rim is stretched around it deliciously, making me want to lick it. But first, I want the jockstrap off.

Shuffling left and right, I get it off him. His smooth cock springs free, leaking pre-cum on the towel. It’s flushed angrily, betraying how desperate his body is for me.

“You are beautiful,” I speak into his skin, kissing the peaks of his spine. “Imagine being like this for me every day.” I wrap my fingers around his cock, thumbing the slit. “Horny and leaking. Desperate to have my dick filling you up like the other night.”

“Fuck. Yes. Please, Jake. I need you inside me.”

“Yeah? You do, don’t you? That’s why you’re wearing the plug. You felt too empty without me.”

He moans, fucking into my hand. “Yess. I love how big you are. It felt amazing falling asleep with you still inside me.”

It did for me, too. So much so, I couldn’t stop thinking about it last night. Despite how tired I was after my long shift, I couldn’t sleep for hours. It felt like something was missing, like my bed was suddenly too big and cold.

And now it’s perfect. With Ethan in my arms, everything is in its place. So if sex is how I can convince him to give us a try, I’ll give him the best fuck of his life. I’ll make sure that after today, he’s addicted to me physically. He’s already halfway there.

I straighten up and grab the lube I’ve prepared. I slick myself generously and line up my cock, teasing Ethan’s still plugged hole. He’s not stretched enough to take both my cock and the toy, but it’s certainly something we can build up to with time and practice.

Slowly, I take out the plug. His pink rim relaxes once the toy is out, but it will take a little time before it’s back to its normal tightness. Spreading Ethan’s cheeks, I study his hole. It clenches, then unclenches, looking like it’s just been fucked. It’s lovely and ready for me.

I slide in easily, loving every second of it. Wet heat engulfs me, squeezing me as I push deeper. Ethan lets out a deep groan that reverberates through my entire body. I can’t wait to hear his cries of pleasure when I start moving.

I don’t do that immediately, though. Even if he’s worn a toy, I’m still bigger than it, so I let him get used to my size first. He begins complaining, clearly getting impatient. I noticed it last time, too—he’s a bit of a brat in bed and I’m here for it. I love teasing him as much as I love pleasing him.

Stroking his lower back, I watch him try to fuck himself on my dick. It’s hypnotizing, the way his rim moves up and down my shaft and swallows it. He lets out needy grunts of frustration, so I take mercy on him. Clasping his waist, I ram in and pull out. Then I repeat. He keens, his hoarse voice loud and unhinged.

I pound into him faster and harder, just like he’s begging me to. He’s squeezing me deliciously and tightly. My eyes flutter closed and my abs flex. He feels amazing. There is no doubt in me that he’s made for me. I think he knows it too or he wouldn’t be meeting my thrusts and shouting my name so desperately.

“Come for me, baby. Without touching your cock,” I demand, snapping my hips forward. I rub the area where we connect with a finger, sliding the tip inside as I keep railing him.

“Yes. Oh fuck. Jake. Fuck.” He bucks, folding in and shaking as he begins to spill.

His climax causes him to clench around me as I continue to fuck him. The tension in my spine rushes to my core, and a second later I’m coming inside him. He shouts and arches his back, attacking my mouth. He tastes of sweat and lemonade, the combination explosive.

I keep pumping out cum for a while. He’s gone pliant under me, purring and humming as I fill him up. I can tell he enjoys it. When my tremors and aftershocks finally end, I lie next to him, taking on the big spoon role so I can keep my cock inside his warm and wet heat.

“Up for a nap?” I say, kissing his shoulder and using the towel to wipe the mess we’ve made. Luckily, most of it didn’t make it to the bedsheets.

He shakes his ass and gets comfy. “Only if you help clean me up afterwards.”

“Of course. I’m the one that made a mess out of you, so it’s only fair I take responsibility.”

He chuckles, swatting my ass. I push my hips forward, causing his laugh to turn into a lazy moan. “A nap sounds good, then.”

We have sex once more before we head to the hotel. We don’t really talk on the way back, though we hold hands. The elephant in the room hangs over us, but it seems neither of us wants or knows how to approach it. Or maybe it’s just me. Maybe for Ethan this was just a couple of days of fun with a hot chef-to- be. A hookup with no strings attached. We haven’t really talked about things between us or labeled them, but that would be the most logical and least problematic way to look at them.

I hope it’s not the case. I felt something more, and my gut has never failed me. But that doesn’t mean much if only one side is willing to put the work in.

Just as we enter the lobby, the power comes fully back on. The receptionist announces that the issue has been resolved. It wasn’t that major of an inconvenience if I’m being honest—luxury hotels like this one are equipped with multiple contingencies—but instead of being happy that things are back to normal, dread clutches my stomach.

I haven’t exactly figured out how to get Ethan to be mine. Short of begging him, of course. But I’ve got until the morning, and I intend to make the most of it. If I can’t come up with anything, then I’ll resort to making an idiot out of myself if I have to. As long as it gets me him, I’m willing to do anything.

We head up via the elevator. He gets a call, so he spends the short journey on his phone, making arrangements for his departure in the morning. I did my best to block that knowledge out the entire day, but now that it’s evening and I have just a couple more hours before he leaves, nerves are swamping my stomach.

We are a great match. Physically, yes, but I also enjoy his company. I think he enjoys mine, too. But we live in different worlds, so I am not sure something like that would be enough to tie someone like him down.

It takes a couple extra minutes after we reach his suite before he hangs up. His expression is back to the neutral businessman mask he had when we first met, though hints of the blissful smiles he graced me with throughout the day still linger.

“Everything is set then?” I say when the silence becomes too awkward.

He frowns. “Almost, yeah. I’ve a bunch more phone calls to make.”

I tuck my hands in my pockets because I don’t know what to do with them. I’m dying to hug him and beg him to stay, but that’s just stupid. Even if he wanted to, it’s not like he could. “Well, I hope you had some fun during your nightmare vacation.”

He allows a hint of a smile. “Thanks to a certain chef, I did.”

My chest warms. Then my stomach drops. “Well, this chef has dinner to tend to. I imagine it will be a late shift, so you’ll be asleep by the time I’m done. But…” I pin my gaze on the floor, wanting to avoid the truth that my eyes are probably betraying. “I’ll see you off in the morning. If that’s okay.”

He shifts his weight. “It is. I’ll see you in the morning, Jake. I hope your shift isn’t too hectic.”

I stand in front of his door after he closes it. Yeah, this sucks. I must do something. The problem is there isn’t much that I could realistically do. I clench my hands into fists and unroot myself, stalking down the corridor. But that doesn’t mean I’ll give up. No way.

I got this. I’ve found my ideal man and there is no way I’m letting him go.