“I think the password is ‘Room sixty-two at the One Aldwych’,” he whispers.
Usually, I’d laugh at the blatant come-on, and his eyes dance as if he’s expecting it, but then his hand strokes down my arm again, and my cock throbs in my tight jeans as if it’s connected to my arm. I breathe in sharply. His own chest rises and falls as his smile falls away. Silence falls for a long few seconds, and then I make myself step back.
Immediately, disappointment crosses his face.
“Well,” I say briskly. “I’m astounded at your ability to crack what is essentially one of the most complicated passwords in the security industry.”
He breathes in and smiles widely. It’s blinding this close up. “Well, I’m obviously a prodigy.”
“Don’t they usually wear spectacles and go to Oxford Uni at the age of five?”
He bites his lip, the smile playing in those dark eyes. “I’m a bit of a late developer.” He straightens and holds out his hand, the palm up and somehow innocent looking. “Ready to go?” he asks.
I stare at him. Am I ready? Am I really doing this—letting a bloke pick me up in a fucking bookshop? I let my gaze play over that stunning face and slide down that fantastic body. He has an air of mischief and mayhem about him. As if at any minute something is going to happen, and it’ll probably be either fun or get me arrested.
I grin. “Course I am.”
My grin stays on my face as I buy the book, but abruptly leaves when he pulls me out of the shop and over to a—
“Oh, no. I’m not getting on that,” I say, narrowing my eyes at the motorcycle parked by the kerb.
He grins at me. “It’s a Norton Commando.”
“It could be Daniel Craig’s dick and made of gold. Still doesn’t mean I’m riding it.”
He throws his head back and laughs loudly, attracting the smiles of a few passers-by. His laugh is hearty and seriously contagious. I feel a smile trying to break free and fold my arms, glaring at him.
Instead of being cowed, he bends to the bike and comes back with a helmet. He steps towards me, but I inch back.
“You’re not thinking of putting that on me, are you?”
He watches me, smiling. “That is the normal and legal way of doing things.”
“No way. You’ll mess up my hair. It took ages to do this morning.”
He looks at my mop of dark hair which is, as usual, beginning to defy my attempts at styling it. I just know it’s standing up here and there, as if the follicles are making a break for freedom. Friends take the piss out of it, but he leans closer and runs his fingers through it.
“All this hair,” he says reverently. “It was the first thing I noticed about you. It’s got a mind of its own.”
I swallow hard. Bloody hell, he’s potent. It’s like he’s stroking my dick. I step back, and his hand falls away. “Not only a mind of its own,” I say briskly. “It’s practically moved out and got itself its own house and stock portfolio.”
He grins, but his gaze is still pinned on the dark waves. “I like it,” he says, his voice deep.
I swallow hard and take the helmet from him. “I can’t believe I’m hooking up with a complete stranger and letting him take me on this death trap.”
“It’s not a death trap,” he says earnestly. “And my name is… Sam. So, now we’re not strangers.”
I laugh. I’m pretty sure that’s not his real name. “Well, Sam the Stranger. Just so you know before I get on this bike, I’m excellent at sex and do my best work while I’m still alive.”
Chapter Two
Felix
We burst into the room of the incredibly nice hotel, kissing furiously.
“Nice place,” I gasp, pulling away for a second
“Whatever,” he grunts and drags me back, pushing his tongue into my mouth and giving a low growl of satisfaction that makes my cock pulse in my jeans.
I pull back again. “I like that you kiss. A lot of blokes don’t enjoy it.”
He strips off his jacket and throws it onto the floor, his eyes dark and hot. “I’m not most men,” he informs me as he kicks off his boots. They land with a thump on the carpet.
I grin at him and, after setting my bag on the bedside table, I take my own jacket off. “It’s nice to have confidence about yourself.” After removing my Converse, I stand on one leg at a time to pull off my socks. “You just need to ensure that it’s not false advertising.”
He looks at me for a long second and then throws his head back in a throaty laugh that tightens my balls and rolls down my spine like he’s stroking it with suede.
“You’re a chatty one, aren't you?” He grins. “I had you pegged as one straightaway.”
“And what else did you have pegged about me?” I throw my T-shirt over a chair and strip off my jeans, making a mental note of thanks that the skinny denim comes off easily. Sometimes it’s like taking off a layer of skin.
“I think you’re mouthy and love a good fuck.”
As I remove my bright blue briefs, he strips off his jeans, and then we both stand there, naked. He’d been commando. I approve.
“You’re not wrong,” I say hoarsely and push him to sit on the edge of the bed.
“What?” he starts to say and then grins as I shove his legs apart and kneel between them.
I smile at him. “Before we get too far with the proceedings, I just want to say how much I approve of this place. The carpets are very soft on my knees.”
“I picked it just for that fact. It’s always something I look for on a hotel brochure,” he mutters, staring at me as I lower my head. “Oh shit,” he gasps.
I nuzzle in and inhale the scent around his balls. It’s dark and rich and makes my mouth water. “I love this smell,” I say dreamily, looking up to find him watching me. His lips are swollen, and his hair mussed and wavy. He looks gorgeous. “You smell delicious.” I run my nose around the root of his dick and then pull back. “And this,” I say, grabbing his cock and giving it a slow tug. “This is wonderful.”
He groans, throwing his head back, the tendons and muscles in his neck showing in stark relief. “We aim to please,” he mutters.
“We’ll see,” I say briskly before bending and taking the head of his cock into my mouth. I suck on the shiny knob, my mouth watering at the taste of precome. He’s big and wide, and his girth stretches my mouth. It’s fantastic, and I sink into the wonderful headspace that sex gives me where nothing and no one matters—just this.
I take more of him and suck steadily, pulling off every few seconds to blow cool air on his cock and lick the veins that are now standing up.
“Christ,” he says, falling back onto the bed and staring sightlessly at the ceiling. “You’re so good at that.”
I grin at him. “If you think that, wait until you see my party trick.”
“What?” He gives a groan that can probably be heard in the foyer as I relax my throat muscles and take all of him down. This particular trick took me bloody ages to perfect, but all those poor bananas were sacrificed for a good cause. They died in service.