“Yes. Into my mouth.” I lifted him by the waist and sat him on the backrest of the sofa that stood in the middle of the living area of my suite. His cock bounced with the movement, releasing glistening pre-cum. “Hold on to my hair.” I knelt, parted his thighs with my hands, and took his dick to the back of my throat. His natural scent, the salty pre-cum, and his tiny moans burrowed themselves into my system like a shot of dopamine.
Fuck double espresso. Milo would wake me up a lot faster.
I’d prepared the room for his visit, so I didn’t have to think twice to know lube was within reach. I needed only a dollop spread on my thumb to press into his pucker.
Milo tightened his grip on my hair and dug his heels into my back. My name on his lips was a plea for more, and I was ready to oblige.
I kept sucking as I worked the thick digit into him. His thighs trembled, and his quick breaths hitched. He was close. I thrust my thumb into him rhythmically, then pressed it down, stretching him.
“Oh fuck, Rowan! I’m—Ah!” he keened and shot into my throat over and over.
I swallowed greedily, milking every drop from him, my sucking becoming more delicate as his cock deflated. Pulling away, I licked him clean, feeling the muscles of his thighs relax under my touch.
He was still panting when his jeans vibrated against the hotel room floor.
“Shit shit shit.” Milo hopped off the backrest and scrambled to retrieve the device. “Yes, I’ll be right there,” he said and hung up.
He turned back to me with a grimace. “I’m sorry, but I have to run. I need to be there for a delivery to the cafe.” He rushed to pull on his white boxer briefs and his jeans, then paused with a hand on the doorknob. His gaze focused on my dick, hard and ready. “You shouldn’t have wasted so much time on me.”
I pulled to my feet, pointing my cock straight at him, and cupped his face to force him to meet my gaze. “No moment in your presence is wasted. I loved every second of it.” I kissed him briefly. “Go. I’ll be fine.”
Milo pursed his lips. “I wish I could stay.” He covered my hands with his and pulled them away from his face. “More than that. I wish I could feel your monstrous cock inside me. Someday.”
With one last longing glance, he disappeared behind the door, leaving me with the thought of his ass stretched wide to accommodate me.
I braced one hand on the wall and gripped my dick with the other, stroking furiously.
The taste of Milo’s cum in my mouth and the fresh memory of the sounds he’d made under my touch were enough for me to shoot a load over the door he’d left through.
Back at work, Troy clocked me after one glance, shook his head and clapped me on the back. I had no reason to hide my infatuation with the sexy barista from my friend, but he didn’t need to know the details.
Milo was on my mind for the rest of the day at work. Not in a distracting way, but rather a hum in my brain, like a calming tea that made me focus on work, knowing that something good had already happened to me today.
Troy and I had dinner at the hotel restaurant and went up to our respective rooms afterward. Some evenings we’d watch a movie or a basketball game together, but others, like tonight, he spent on video with my sister.
I sent Mom a picture of the flowers that grew outside the office building and caught up on the family group chat where Raina’s wedding plans took precedence. I called my parents at least once a week and kept in contact with Riley and Ruben on and off daily.
Showered, I pulled on boxers and stretched on the bed. My body handled temperature changes well, so I found clothes useless when I was alone, but the hotel room didn’t feel like home. I turned on a random movie on the TV and scrolled through social media on my phone. My CryptiMatch remained closed, and with Milo’s stamina, I may not need it at all during my stay in Wendigo Hills.
A knock sounded on my door. I glanced at my watch. Seven-thirty. I muted the TV and tossed my phone away.
Not bothering with a shirt, I opened the door in underwear only.
He stood in the corridor with damp hair and a T-shirt back to front, with the tag grazing his Adam’s apple, and the shortest shorts known to man. He was gorgeous.
“Milo?” My body filled with sunshine, and I stepped aside to let him in.
“We didn’t get to umm…finish what we started during lunch break. So I thought—”
“You’re brilliant.” I locked the door and brushed his hair back.
“I also brought the pretzels you like.” He lifted a partly squished bag.
“Perfect.” I scooped him into my arms and he wrapped his legs around my waist, linking our lips in a desperate, wet kiss.
Something thumped to the ground.
I glanced in the direction of the sound.
