Page 107 of Get A Fix

Taking the next corner tight, I picked up a bit of speed on the small downward slope I hadn’t noticed when we were walking up earlier. The route took us by the restaurant where we’d eaten, then up the street toward the inn. We ran in the road because this was the center of the historical area, after all, so there were no cars. At the moment I was very thankful for small towns with quaint customs, ghosts, and tourists drinking in the middle of the day.

He caught me at the entrance to the inn, wrapped his arms around my neck, hung all over me, and together the two of us staggered over to the concierge desk and dropped off the umbrella. I was guessing most people didn’t return them because she seemed surprised, but smiled as we made our way to the elevators, nearly falling down every few feet. People might have commented, or stared, but the lobby was pretty much empty at three in the afternoon, everyone off doing something far more interesting than watching us make complete fools of ourselves, lurching into the elevator because untangling wasn’t something either of us wanted to do.

Punching our floor, I then turned to him and stood silently in front of him and undid each button on his peacoat.

“That is ridiculously hot, and I have no idea why.”

“Because you know I want all your clothes off so I can put my hands and my mouth all over your skin.”

He closed his eyes and counted under his breath.

“I was going to blow you in the alley, but now I want something different.”

“What do you want, baby? Tell me.”

“You gonna come in your briefs if I do?”

He took a deep breath. “You have no idea how sexy you are. Has no one ever explained it to you?”

I grinned, and when the elevator dinged, I grabbed hold of one side of the now open coat and dragged him after me. At the door, I noted the Do Not Disturb sign had not been moved, and left it there as I used the amplified keycard to get inside. I was so happy that it could never blink red and not grant me entrance.

God bless Owen, I thought as I walked through, tugging Ash behind me. Closing the door, locking us in, I rounded on the man I wanted more than anything and found him stripping as fast as he could.

“You take direction well,” I praised him.

His eyes never left mine.

“I’ll be in bed.”

Sharp huff of air as I walked away.

In the bedroom, since I had on fewer layers than Ash, it made it much easier to get naked. I simply pulled my T-shirt and sweater, together, up over my head and left them in a soggy pile beside the bed. I had to loosen the laces on my boots, but once that was done, I toed them off quickly, whipped off my dry socks—the benefit of having waterproof boots—and then peeled off my wet jeans and briefs, creating a second damp pile.

Naked, I got the lube from the nightstand, threw back the covers of the bed we’d made together that morning, and got in, situating myself so I was sitting with my back against the headboard. I was slicking my cock with lube, stroking myself from balls to head, when Ash walked into the bedroom and stopped by the door.

“C’mere,” I ordered, wishing my voice had more power at the moment, but looking at him with all that defined muscle, miles of sleek, tanned skin, and long, thick cock fully erect, leaking precum, was visual overload.

“What is— What are you⁠—”

“What am I doing?”

He nodded, walking toward the foot of the bed.

“Your words—do you remember what you said?”

He stopped suddenly, and his eyes dipped closed. I watched as the tremble ran through him before he swallowed and his lids lifted slowly, his gaze meeting mine. “Do I remember what I said? No, I don’t remember what I said. I can’t even think right now, let alone recall anything.”

I couldn’t control my smile. “You said you wanted to ride me next time and look into my eyes.”

He took short breaths as he lowered himself onto the bed and, holding my gaze, crawled the length of the mattress up to me.

“Turn around so I can get you nice and ready,” I instructed him. “Lift that beautiful ass of yours up here to my mouth.”

Smallest shake of his head before he lifted to his knees, leaned forward, grabbed hold of the headboard, and threw his left leg over me.

“I wanna fuck you, but I don’t want to hurt you,” I murmured, a moan tumbling from my throat when he reached behind him and took hold of my cock, pressing the leaking head to his entrance.

“Your dick is covered in lube,” he said, his breath hitching as he lowered himself over me inch by inch, slowly taking me deeper and deeper inside his body. “And I love the stretch and the burn, and especially the push.”