“Then Rinalto River Barallo, I would be honored if you would spend the night with me.” He smiled with his eyes and kissed me so softly.
I nodded my head up and down. “I would very much like that.”
He unlocked the door. “Holy Crap!” I looked around the room.
The lights were off, and candles were everywhere. Everything glowed softly. Barry White played throughout the suite. Vases sat on every surface, filled with roses. Chocolate-covered strawberries and chilled champagne were on the coffee table. Every possible thing you would see in a movie happened right in this room.
He did all of this for me. I couldn’t hold it together any longer. The tears started streaming down my cheeks.
Chapter twenty-four
Aaron
I turned and saw the tears and briefly panicked. I reached for River, pulling him against my chest. A lump formed in my throat as I realized he was not used to being cared for. At that moment, I vowed always to show him how important he was. I wiped the tears away.
“You’re worth it.” I realized I was never in a real relationship, and I was going to do this right. River cries when he is touched emotionally. It filled my heart. I used to feel helpless when I saw a person cry. Now I understood what Rivers’ tears meant. I brought him to the couch and pulled him against me again. He needed to work through what he was feeling. I wouldn’t want to be pushed if it were me, so I did what would make me feel better and held him. I could feel his heart race while I kissed his head. We sat like that for a long time.
He looked at me. “I know I said it before, but thank you.” He rearranged himself so he straddled my legs and sat on my lap. “I’m sorry I ruined the moment. I just never had someone do so much for me. You are an amazing person.”
“Nothing is ruined. I am here with you, exactly where I want to be.” He leaned over and claimed my mouth. The tip of his tongue parted my lips. The kiss was tender, filled with promise and desire. Then he followed up, biting the side of my neck, lightly sucking on it. I lifted my head, which gave him better access to the sensitive skin.
He removed my bow tie, unbuttoned the top few buttons of my shirt, and shifted his hips so he was pressed more firmly against me. I could feel his thick hard cock pressed against my stomach. Feeling his lips as they ghosted up and down my neck caused me to shudder into him. We kissed for a long time, enjoying our connection. Our tongues teased each other as I moaned into his mouth, not wanting to rush this moment.
“We have far too many clothes on.” He stood up, taking off his shoes and socks. I pushed him towards the bedroom, removing clothes as we went. We stumbled down the hall, kissing and groping each other until he was pressed against the wall. His hard body felt perfect against mine. Running my hands up under his shirt, I felt the muscles in his back flex as he worked to mirror my movements. He groaned into my mouth and reached for my zipper.
I pushed against him, and my shaft pressed against his hip; I teased along his collarbone and neck, then leaned close to his ear, barely whispering, “I want you.” A filthy moan was my reward for the simple statement, and his body shuddered under my hands. I’d longed to touch him since the first time I saw him. I’d caught feelings for him, and I realized I wanted this man's body and his heart. I needed to share with him how much I desired him, and now I felt it was my priority. It was clear I had been foolish if I felt like this already.
Dragging his shirt off his shoulders, I spun him so his cheek pushed against the wall. My arm was across his chest, and I shoved my arousal against his ass while I pulled his head to one side. My mouth was all over his neck and across his shoulders. Every place I used my teeth, I kissed and sucked. He shook and shuddered, desire and lust gripping him.
Pushing back into me, I slid my hand across his rippled stomach, then unbuttoned his trousers and opened the zipper. I moved my handdown his stomach and palmed his erection through his underwear. His cock throbbed under my hand. A significant wet spot had formed at the head. The heat coming off his shaft warmed my hand as I marveled at how thick he was.
My fingers moved under the waistband of his briefs, feeling the soft fuzz on his stomach. His breathing became uneven, and my fingers teased the ridge, and my thumb used the sticky fluid to rub over the tip. I reached down the solid shaft and stroked the length. There was enough pressure he could feel it, but not so much that he would get the friction he wanted.
He made a deep throaty rumble as his body flexed, spun us around, and pushed my back against the wall. “I need you.” He shoved his knee between my legs, and I gasped. Having him take control was hot as hell. Our dicks rubbed hard against each other. When he moved, the heads would catch on the ridges, sending shockwaves through me. He took my mouth like he was starving, and kissing me would satiate his hunger. Somehow, he peeled off my shirt and kissed my throat to my pecs.
“I’m going to trace every single one of these tattoos with my tongue,” he whispered. His mouth continued down my chest when he sucked on my nipple, then bit it. I arched my back instinctually, enjoying the sensation completely. “You like that?”
I moaned, which encouraged him. River repeated what he had done on the other side, which caused my body to feel like electricity was running through me. My body shook, and I wasn’t sure if it was anticipation or desire that had me so wound up. I felt the warmth of his lips on my ribs, then my stomach. His tongue ran over my skin and left a wet trail, which caused goosebumps when the air hit it, and his hands moved up and down my sides. Everywhere he touched lit me up, and I felt it in my core.
Slowly, he kneeled in front of me, removing my boxer briefs. Suddenly, I felt self-conscious being so exposed, his mouth inches from my throbbing member. What if he didn’t like what he saw? My cock was harder than it had ever been. It stood up against my stomach, free from the restrictions of clothing. I was thick, and throbbing precum started to run from the head down toward my balls.
“Jesus, Aaron. You are magnificent.” I felt the warmth of his breath, then the silky feel of his tongue as he licked up my length. My legs felt weak as I wrapped my fingers in his hair, threw my head back, and bumped against the wall. He continued his teasing, but he never took me entirely in his mouth. He nipped the tip, then used his tongue on the entire length; he licked the ridge and teased the sensitive V. He sucked only the hood into his mouth again, his tongue laved the tip, his lips wrapped around the head. He wrapped his hand around me, then used only his thumb and forefinger and slid up and down.
I was unsure of the sounds I made. Everywhere River's hands and mouth touched sent sparks through me, and I responded to him vocally. I’d never felt so much desire and passion from a person I was with. I was being tortured as he teased me, but everything he did was exquisite.
I hauled him to his feet and pushed him towards the bed until he bumped into the mattress. “Your mouth is superb, but there is so much more I want to experience with you.” I took charge again. He was strong and confident in the bedroom. Our equality made me throb, and I felt the ache between my legs. I never realized I could get this rigid. I removed the rest of River’s clothes and had him move up so his head was on the pillows. All I could do was stare at this gorgeous man in front of me.
I couldn’t help but reach down and stroke myself; I moved my hand slowly up and down a few times. His shoulders were broad andperfectly sculpted, and the muscles moved under his olive skin, making me want to cover him in my release. I gazed at his torso with that deep V-cut that made my mouth water. Exploring every inch of him with my hands, lips, and tongue was something I planned. He was the hottest man I had ever seen naked, and I continued to move my hand on my cock as I took all of him in. How could the man I had gotten to know also have this hidden under his clothes? He was stunning, and I couldn’t decide where to look. I squeezed my shaft.
He looked at me as I stood there, handling myself while I lusted over him. I watched his eyes travel up and down, then stopped where he just watched my movements. He focused on my hand intently while I gave myself pleasure. His breathing was unsteady, his mouth was partly open, and his pupils were blown.
I kneeled on the bed and crawled toward him, and I ran my palms up his legs. He wasn’t a hairy man, but there was enough over his body that it was rough under my hands. I loved touching another man, feeling strength under the skin, the feeling of someone solid under, on, or in me. I kissed just below his belly button where that happy trail I saw the other day started. Too much time had been spent the last few days wondering what the treasure at the end of it was like.
I pressed my lips against the hair until I reached my reward. Like the rest of him, his cock was magnificent, more than enough of him to hold, and I doubted my ability to take him entirely in my mouth. It was solid, and I planned to try and swallow him; feeling him gagging me was something I needed.
I let out a breath I had been holding, then pulled my hand up his length. He groaned deeply, and I watched the goosebumps rise on his skin. Putting just the head into my mouth, I sucked him deeply and felt how heavy he was on my tongue. I couldn’t wait to feel him buried in my ass. His shaft was thick, and I knew the burn would be just right.
I moaned around him, my lips wrapped around his perfect cock, the head pressing against the back of my throat. Fucking me would come later, though. I licked his length and teased the sensitive glands with my teeth, sucking just the head into the warmth of my mouth. Then, I took him deeply again, letting him gag me while he enjoyed seeing me choke on him.
