He nuzzled my cheek and ground his cock against mine as he murmured, “Please tell me you have some real lube, and not whatever is in that jug.”
“I think it might be corn oil. There’s lube in the nightstand.”
He sat up so he was straddling me and retrieved the small bottle from the drawer. As he tore off the plastic wrapper, he told me, “I only bottom. Is that a problem?”
Hal was so business-like about it that it made me grin. “Nope. No problem at all.” He nodded at that and placed the unwrapped bottle on the nightstand. Next, he dumped some condoms out of the box, and I asked, “Anything else you want me to know before we get going?”
“Just… don’t hold back. I hate it when people treat me like I’m fragile.”
“Got it.”
“And don’t pull my hair. I know it seems like an obvious move because it’s so long, but I hate that.”
“No hair pulling. Check.”
I rolled over, depositing him onto the mattress, and he stripped off his little black briefs. My boxers followed. Now that we were both naked, I ran my gaze over every inch of his body, lingering on his cock. It felt like a feast had been placed in front of me, and I was fucking starving.
I climbed on top of him, supporting my weight with my knees and elbows. When I kissed his neck, he threw his head back and made a sound that was almost a purr.
If all I had with Hal was the next few hours, I wanted them to count. I wanted to make him feel better than he ever had before. I wanted him to remember me, for all the right reasons.
I made my way down his body, exploring him with my lips and tongue and fingers. He was wonderfully expressive, telling me what he liked with every arch of his back, every moan, every catch of his breath. I took my time, sucking his cock, fingering him open, and completely driving him wild. I loved the rasp in his voice when he begged me to fuck him. By the time I put on a condom and slid into him, he was practically vibrating with need.
We started with him on his back before shifting so he was straddling my lap. Then we began to move together, building a steady rhythm. I loved seeing him like this, totally uninhibited with his skin flushed and his hair tousled. It was so different than the reserved, perfectly pulled together version of him I’d met back at that club.
Pretty soon, everything kicked into high gear. He began meeting each thrust by driving himself onto my cock, taking meas deep as he could while I jerked him off. It felt so damn good, but there was no way either of us could last long like that.
I started stroking him harder and faster, and Hal shouted as his cum spilled onto my hand. Seeing that set me off, too. I came so hard that I thought I might black out. I was vaguely aware that I cried out, clutching him to me, trembling as I buried my face in his shoulder.
He collapsed on top of me, and for the next few seconds all either of us could do was gasp for air. When he could speak again, the first thing he asked me was, “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
That was so direct and to the point that it made me chuckle. “This.”
“Right answer.” I reached down and held the condom in place, and he slid off my cock and asked, “Mind if I take a quick shower?”
“Go right ahead. There are clean towels in the bathroom cabinet.”
“Do you think any of your teammates are back yet?”
“I’m not sure, but if so, they’re probably downstairs.”
He kissed me and said, “Be right back,” before grabbing his briefs and hurrying across the hall to the bathroom.
Once he was gone, I disposed of the condom and did a quick clean-up with some tissues. That was followed by a spontaneous happy dance, which involved shaking my ass and swinging my arms over my head like a total goofball. Not only had that been incredible, but he wanted an encore. How lucky was I?
When I spun around, I discovered Hal standing in the doorway with a huge grin on his face. He told me, “I forgot a hair tie,” and retrieved a black elastic band from the pocket of his sweater. “Go back to your dance. It was sexy.”
He left again, and I muttered, “Real smooth, Ry.”
When he was done with the bathroom, I took a turn in the shower and got dressed in a clean T-shirt and shorts. I figured he’d be dressed and ready to leave when I returned to the bedroom, but I was pleasantly surprised to find him sitting on the neatly made bed in just his shirt and briefs.
He asked, “Do you want to hang out? If not, that’s fine. I can call a cab.”
“No, you should definitely stay. In fact, you should spend the night. It’s really late. In the morning, I can drive you wherever you want to go.”
He relaxed his posture and smiled. “Sounds good.”
“Would you like to go downstairs and have a drink?”
