I pulled on my elastic waistband and tried to look at my dick from a subjective standpoint. I winced. Nope, I would just have to make time for a little trim. Second first impressions and all.
Halfway through shaving, with one leg perched on the back of the toilet, there came a knock at the door. “Everything okay in there?”
“Yep, I’ll be right out,” I said, panting from my contortionist routine. “Still don’t leave!”
Of course, after shaving, I needed a shower, so I jumped into the tub to rinse off. I wanted to smell nice, so I made sure to lather up and wash all my nooks and crannies. By the time I was done, a good 20 minutes had passed since I first came in to brush my teeth. I skipped on getting redressed and instead tied a towel around my waist. That was provocative, right? Butmaybe it was too presumptuous. I didn’t want him to think I had expectations…
“You are driving me crazy,” Guy called from outside, and his voice truly did sound strained, his accent even thicker.
Oh, fuck it. Pulling open the bathroom door, I emerged at last, sighing when I saw Guy was still here. I mean, Iknewhe was here, he was just talking to me a second ago, but that didn’t stop my irrational fear from painting a picture of him racing out of the door and abandoning me. He was pacing up and down the length of the room in his boxers, and he turned when he heard the door open, his hair standing up as if he’d been running his hands through it on repeat. His eyes raked down my body with an intensity I felt like a physical touch.
Blushing, I fought the urge to cover myself with my hands. I cleared my throat. “Okay, now I’m ready to kiss yo—”
My words were cut off when Guy stormed up to me and claimed my lips. I sagged with immediate relief, my knees giving out, but Guy caught me with ease with an arm around my waist. I parted my lips to invite him in, and he licked through my mouth as if mining for gold. It made me feel so precious.
Fumbling at my waist, I tugged on the towel until it fell to the floor, the cool air wafting over all my bits. Guy grunted into my mouth, his hands landing on my ass cheeks, squeezing. “Fuck, Fable. Do you have any clue what you do to me?” I think I had a pretty good idea when he pulled me flush against his hard-on.
Next, I moved to the elastic waist of his underwear and slipped my hands beneath the fabric, but before I could get my hands on him, he grabbed my wrist to stop me. He pulled back, gritting his teeth. “We should talk about this first. There are things you don’t know about me, Fable…”
“Duh, I just met you. Of course there are things I don’t know.” He looked pained at the thought, and I just wanted to make him feel better. “Hey,” I whispered, taking his face between mypalms. “Look, there’s no pressure. I know we live on opposite sides of the continent and I’m not your future or whatever, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be your right now. This can be as serious or as casual as you want. I just think we would regret it if we didn’t explore what this is between us. Am I wrong…?”
He dropped his head to my shoulder. “No, you’re not wrong. I cannot live the rest of my life without knowing how you taste.” To punctuate his point, he turned his head to the side, licking up my throat, my pulse fluttering beneath his tongue.
The sound I made was terribly obscene, but all rational thought seemed to flee in the wake of this alpha. Guy picked me up like I weighed nothing at all, pivoted on his heel, then deposited me on the edge of the bed. I was about to ask what he was doing, when he dropped to his knees and forced my legs wide so he could fit his broad frame between them.
“Yes?” he asked, coasting his large hands up my thighs. He held my gaze until I nodded frantically, then he bent down and engulfed my entire cock in his mouth, right to the base in one move.
I cried out, my hands falling to the bed behind me to prop myself up. “Holy shit!” I cursed, my eyes nearly rolling to the back of my skull when he added suction. His whiskers tickled in the best way, almost more sensation than I could handle. I couldn’t stop myself from bucking my hips off the mattress, fucking up into his mouth, until I was nudging at the back of his throat.
The man was ravenous, and I was his breakfast! Bobbing up and down my length, he reached down and cupped my balls, tugging them gently, before his fingers slipped over my taint and teased at my tight hole.
Shit, I was going to blow if he kept this up, and there were so many other things I wanted to do with him first. “Guy, I’m goingto come,” I warned him, but instead of stopping, he doubled down, swallowing around me. “Oh, fuuuuuck,” I groaned.
He made this sound in the back of his throat, half growl, half purr, and the vibration had my core tightening. I carded my fingers into his hair, intending to pull him off, but we were nearly at the point of no return. I ended up tightening my grip on his hair instead, holding on for dear life.
“Oh gods, oh gods,” I chanted. And then Guy’s finger slid home in my ass, zeroing in on my prostate, and I was a goner. My thighs clamped down on his shoulders, and I shot my load straight down his throat. He stayed where he was, laving my length to collect every drop of cum.
When I’d finally relaxed enough that I could release his hair, he eased his finger out of my ass and looked up at me, panting. He was still hard as hell, but when I moved to return the favor, he stood up and took a step back. “I’m sorry, but anything else will have to wait. My convention starts in an hour.”
“What? That’s today?! Why didn’t you say anything? You didn’t need to… service me.” I grimaced at the term, but wasn’t that exactly what he’d done? “We could’ve had a quickie instead and both gotten off.”
His grin was nearly feral when he leaned in to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses along my jawline. “There will be nothing quick about it when I finally take you to bed.”
And even though I’d just come, my cock gave a needy twitch as it tried to revive itself at the promise of more. Except I knew how important this convention was to his business, and I didn’t want to get in the way of that, so I placed a hand flat on his bare chest and pressed him back. “Well, don’t just stand there. We need to get dressed or we’re going to be late!”
He gaped at me for a split second. “We? You want to come with me?”
I scoffed. “Are you kidding me? This is a condiment convention, and you’re asking if I want to come? Do I or do I not travel with a cheese grater? It’s like you don’t even know me,” I teased with a dramatic sigh. But then I paused. “Besides, you were my fake date. Shouldn’t I at least offer to return the favor? Unless… is that too clingy? If you don’t want—”
Guy grabbed me for a fast, hard kiss. “Oui,je veux, I want,” he mumbled against my lips.
We nearly got carried away again, but laughing, I extricated myself from his enthusiastic embrace and headed to get dressed. “Then let’s go! I want to be there before all the free samples run out.”
10
Guy
Theconventioncenterwasn’tlarge by big-city standards, but this wasn’t New York or LA; it was Pinevale, and we had no trouble filling the multi-purpose room with booths, each one a different vendor of various condiments and sauces. The aisles were labeled by subcategory: ketchups, mustards, barbecue sauces, marinades and rubs (though that last one wasn’t technically a condiment, it snuck by on a technicality). My table was stationed in the “sweet” aisle, with the chocolate sauces and dessert toppings.
