He laughs. “I have my very own bathroom.”
I drain my glass and stand up. “Sold. You coming?”
“Not yet.” He rises to stand, and I gulp because he’s much taller than me. He’s all grace and power. “But I’m very much hoping to.”
I shake my head and follow him out of the marquee. I’ve always been far too impulsive for my own good.
The lift has two women in it, so Lachlan and I stand side by side decorously. However, he’s still standing far too close, and one of the women darts a lightning glance at us, her eyes filled with curiosity. I shoot her a wink, and she grins. Then, looking up, I see Lachlan watching me. He’s unsmiling, but his eyes are full of heat and humour, which is an unbeatable combination in my book, and I move a little closer, feeling the heat of his big body through his suit.
The lift stops, and it seems to take ages for the women to leave, but finally, the doors slide shut, leaving us alone. I let out a startled ouf as Lachlan grabs me. Before I can say a word, he fits his mouth to mine with a groan, and I clutch him tightly. His lips are full and impossibly soft for such a harsh-looking man, and he tastes of the peaty whisky we were drinking together.
His hands seize my shoulders, and he slams me into the wall, his tongue tangling with mine. It’s like being snogged by a whirlwind, and my cock stiffens, pushing against his hard dick. He feels fucking huge as I grind against him.
The lift comes to a stop and Lachlan pulls back. His eyes are heavy-lidded and full of desire, his mouth full and red. “Let’s go,” he says hoarsely.
“You bet,” I say with far too much emphasis, and he gives a rough chuckle before tugging me out of the lift.
I fumble for my inhaler in my pocket, and he looks at me, concerned, as I take a puff. “You okay?”
“Of course.” I nod for emphasis. “I have more than enough breath to cope with anything you want to do to me.”
His lip twitches. “How can such an alarming statement be so erotic?”
I shrug. “It’s a talent of mine.”
He keeps my hand in his, holding on tightly as if he fears I’m going to run off. As we walk, I notice the striped pattern beneath our feet—it makes the whole corridor seem to undulate. “Jesus Christ, who designed the carpet in this hotel?”
“It’s hideous, isn’t it? I think it’s supposed to keep you awake and stop you from loitering.”
“It would be more effective to give you a line of coke.”
He laughs and comes to a stop outside a door. “This is me.”
He gropes in his pocket for his key, his other hand still in mine. I don’t think he’s keeping hold of me for romantic reasons—it’s more like he’s forgotten he’s doing it. My mouth goes dry as his trousers pull against his cock. He’s very hard, and he looks enormous.
The door opening distracts me, as does him pulling me inside without any ceremony and pinning me to the wall. He kisses me again, deep kisses, swapping spit and panting breaths, while our bodies grind together. It’s almost as intense as sex.
“I couldn’t take my eyes off you all night,” he says, finally pausing, his eyes blown dark.
“Try doing the same with your hands,” I demand.
He chuckles but obligingly cups my arse, pulling me closer. The pressure against my cock makes my eyes roll and my breath catch. My whole world is narrowed down to this intense feeling, and I groan when he moves away. “Where are you going?”
He chuckles. “Get your clothes off.”
I nod, tearing at my shirt, tie, and suit and throwing them cavalierly to the floor while watching him avidly. He’s a little less messy but just as focused as he kicks off his shoes and socks and then strips off his suit jacket and shirt, showing a tight muscular torso lightly dusted with black hair. Finally, he undoes his belt, nodding at my briefs that are doing a very poor job of keeping my cock contained.
“Get them off. I want to see what’s going in my mouth very soon.”
I swallow hard and mentally say a prayer. Please don’t let me come too soon. I’m pretty sure I was a good boy at some point in my life.
Lachlan unzips his trousers and pushes them down his long legs, rapidly followed by his boxer briefs, and I pause in the act of taking off my socks. “Jesus Christ,” I say.
His body is beautiful with taut muscles covered in olive skin, but it’s his cock that’s drawn my attention and made my mouth go dry.
“You’re bloody huge.”
I can’t stop gaping at the stiff appendage. It’s easily eight inches long with thick veins running down it. He’s circumcised, and the head is wet and juicy looking.
He fists it, and I wonder if I might come just from that image, but I manage to restrain myself.
“Do you mind?” His cheeks get ruddy.
“Why the hell would I?”
“We don’t have to fuck if you don’t fancy it. We can do other stuff,” he says quickly. “Some men find it uncomfortable.”
“I’m not most men. I’m ambitious and highly competitive, and that statement just pushed all my buttons.”
He narrows his eyes. “Somehow, I know you are neither of those things.”
I shrug. “I’m not, but I do love dick.”
“That’s such an appealing character trait.”
I strip off my briefs and chuck the red scrap of fabric at him. He catches it, and I watch, titillated, as he raises them to his nose and sniffs. “You smell amazing,” he growls. He comes towards me, and with us both naked, he seems much taller and bigger than me. I swallow hard as he pushes me gently.
“Lie on that,” he directs, pointing to a red velvet chaise lounge. It’s lit by the glow of a table lamp and looks like a stage setting. I obey, climbing on, feeling a little ridiculous as I arrange myself. “Are you going to paint me like one of your French ladies, Daddy?”
“No, I’m going to get my mouth on your body finally,” he growls. He grabs my hips and pulls me forward in one sharp jerk until my arse is on the lounge’s edge. Leaving me there, he pads over to his bedside table. Watching me, he opens the drawer and removes a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.
“Someone’s ambitious,” I say.
He gives me a wicked grin. “No, just very diligent and dedicated.”
“It’s good to be focused. Life holds fewer surprises that way.”
He looks me up and down, taking in my naked body sprawled on the chaise. “Oh, I don’t know about that.” He walks back to me, showing no embarrassment at being naked, but why would he? He’s gorgeous. His dick hasn’t flagged at all and my arse clenches involuntarily. Then I gulp as he lowers himself to his knees and spreads my legs. He takes my cock in his hand, holding it up in a firm grasp.
“Such a gorgeous sight,” he mutters, and I groan as he takes the head into his mouth. The heat is almost shocking as he suckles, getting the head wet before sliding his mouth down, deep throating me with ease.
“Oh god.” I instinctively thrust my hips at him, feeling the wet pressure against my entire length. He coughs, and I immediately pull back. “Sorry, sorry,” I babble.
He pulls off, his hand starting an almost idle twisting motion on my cock that makes it very difficult to pay attention, but I do my best. “Why?”