There are faint lines at the corners of his eyes and a few threads of grey in his hair, and I’d guessed he was in his late thirties. I didn’t look him up on the internet before coming here tonight, and I resolve to do so when I get home. It’s rare you can actually google someone you’re shagging and get actual results, and not just some ill-advised shit they posted on social media years ago.
“How old do you think I am?” he says mock flirtatiously, leaning in close enough that I catch his scent of sandalwood. It brings back memories of rolling all over those soft sheets in that hotel room. I’ve been perturbed to find my mind straying to memories of that room a few more times than it should have over the last week.
He’s watching me intently again, and I swallow hard and tap my teeth thoughtfully. “I think probably sixty.” He opens his mouth in mock horror, and I laugh. “Only because you’re so wise,” I say reverently. “Being intelligent really piles the years on.”
He shakes his head. “I’m thirty-seven,” he says, trying not to laugh. “Can you see my crow’s feet?”
“A crow never made those lines. That’s surely got to be a bigger bird.” I wink at him as he laughs loudly. I eye the table where a book is sitting next to his pint. “What are you reading?”
He looks slightly awkward. “Ruth Rendell.”
“Oh, Inspector Wexford. My grandma used to watch those on the telly,” I say cheerfully.
“Thank you so much for that information,” he says darkly. “It’s made my day so happy.”
I laugh. “It’s like I carry sunshine wherever I go.” I eye him. “So, do you like reading crime novels?”
“I do.” He smiles. “I’ve always thought it would be incredibly easy to murder someone and get away with it, so I like it that people get found out in these books.”
I blink. “Said no man ever who hoped to get laid.”
He laughs. “I’m not going to murder you, Felix. Your arse is far too perky for that to happen.”
“I always knew my buttocks could save a life.”
He bites his lip, laughter brewing in those dark eyes as he leans forward. “The only way I’ll kill you is when you die from an overdose of the pleasure that my cock gives you.”
After draining my drink, I put the bottle on the table and stand up to grab my coat. “Pride goes before a fall, Max,” I say. “Maybe we’d better get you back to the hotel before you break something.”
It’s a different hotel and another expensive room, but the sex is just as incendiary as I remember.
This time, though, he’s definitely in charge. He strips me in a dreamy, intent silence punctuated by my groans as he licks and sucks every inch he uncovers. He steadfastly ignores the six and a half inches standing proud between my legs.
“You’re a gigantic tease,” I mutter.
He pushes me onto the mattress, so I lie naked and spread-eagled in front of him.
“It’s only teasing if you don’t come through,” he says.
I open my mouth to reply, but the words die away to a groan as he bends forward and sucks my cock into what I find is an extremely talented mouth.
I know all my heterosexual friends bemoan what they see as my promiscuity, but I’ve been fortunate in finding Max because when you have sex with an unrepentant tart like him, it’s almost transcendental. He knows his way around a man’s body, and he’s generous and verbal and extremely hot.
“Don’t be too good at this,” I warn him darkly. “I do want to enjoy sex with other people, you know.”
He releases my dick and grins up at me. “Oh dear, now I’m in a quandary. I was going to blow your brains out with spectacular sex.” I roll my eyes, and he smirks. “But now I think maybe I should fart, come far too quickly, and roll over and go to sleep.”
“It’s my problem,” I say earnestly. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”
He chuckles and bends back to my dick, sucking on it with a power that makes my eyes cross while he cradles my arse in his big hands, squeezing the flesh and occasionally smacking it gently.
“If you hit me with your dick, I’ll bite it off,” I inform him.
He laughs. “Alright, Lorena Bobbitt. What about this?”
My eyes fly open, and my mouth opens in a silent scream as he pushes my knees up to my chest and licks down my crease.
“What are you doing?” I say in an utterly scandalised tone.
His chuckle vibrates in a way that makes my toes curl. “I’m settling in for a bit of rimming.”
“You don’t know me.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Should I meet your parents first?” he says conversationally.
I laugh, but it turns quickly into a groan as he settles his attention on my arsehole which perks up and immediately takes notice.
“Oh Christ, I’ve never—” I stumble over my words.
His head pops up immediately. “You’ve never had this done to you?” His tone is far too astonished.
I glare at him. “Not much time for that in pub toilets. Besides, I’m mostly just in it for the dick,” I finish loftily.
He smiles. “Well, give it a try. If at first, you don’t succeed, try, try, and try again, as my mother used to say.”
“Mentioning your mother isn't exactly erotic.” He bends back to his task, and I throw my head back, digging into the pillow he pushed under it. “Oh God, ooh, mmm… carry on,” I command. “And don’t ever stop.”
He lifts one hand and gives me a thumbs-up. My laughter rapidly turns into a moan as he suckles and licks my hole until I’m swearing and invoking our lord’s name in a highly impious way.
Then he pulls back and takes me hard, standing by the side of the bed with my legs slung over his shoulders, fucking into me with forceful thrusts that shove me up the bed and hit my sweet spot pretty consistently.
He stares at me, all humour gone, his eyes dark and hot as he looks down at where his cock is entering me. I spread my legs to give him a good view, and he groans, biting his lip and increasing the speed of his thrusts. Reaching down, I fist my cock, but he knocks my hand away.
“Mine,” he says.
“Well, don’t get too attached,” I gasp. “There are plenty more fish in the sea who’d like a nibble.”
“Funny Felix. I wonder how funny you’ll be if I do this?” He levers my legs off him and pushes them together, bringing my arse into the cradle of his groin, and gives a few thrusts with his supple hips. Stars flare brightly behind my eyes, and when he leans down and slides his fist over my cock, I come without any warning, writhing on his dick as ropy strands of come fall onto my stomach.
He gives a pained groan and increases his thrusts. Just as it’s on the edge of being too much, he pulls out and rips off the condom. I spread my legs obligingly and run my fingers through my come as he climbs onto the bed and crouches over my chest.
“Yes,” I say throatily to his unspoken question. He strips his dick with two hard strokes, and I close my eyes as the hot liquid hits my face and neck.
He falls onto the bed with a knackered grunt, pausing just to wipe my face with a corner of the sheet.