Moving off him to sit at his side, I blushed at the sight of my cum splattered on his skin. It was an intimacy that made something deep inside me purr with a sense of satisfaction I didn’t understand. That gratification pushed me to give him the same release, so I reached out with trembling fingers to trail them along his rigid length that twitched under my touch.
“You don’t have to be shy,” he encouraged me.
Taking the hint, I wrapped my hand around his cock to stroke it. I watched with fascination as his foreskin rolled up and over the head, then down again. Repeating the action, I studied it with curiosity since it was so different from my cut one. I kept waiting for a sense of disgust or discomfort to impinge on my flush of sexual gratification, but it never came. Even though touching another man sexually was a first to me, it felt right. I worked him with more confident pumps when I realized I wasn’t hurting him.
To my great surprise, jerking him off stoked the embers of my lust once more. Acting on impulse, I repositioned myself so I could resume exploring his torso with my lips and other hand, although I skirted around the cum on his stomach. I derived more pleasure from the experience than I would have expected. It took some adjusting to get used to doing both, but I got the hang of it. Armand’s soft sighs as he arched under me told me I couldn’t be doing too bad of a job. They inspired me to add a little more flair to my movements.
When I ran my tongue along the length of his scar, he groaned. “I’m so close, Zio.”
I sat back to allow myself to focus on helping him finish. True to his word, a few tugs were all he needed to climax with a moan. I hadn’t expected it to be such an arousing experience, but all the combined stimulation had my dick standing at full attention once more.
My curious nature demanded that I taste some of his cum off my hand with a tentative flick of my tongue. I wasn’t sure if I was at a point where I could handle drinking down his entire release yet, but the salty tang wasn’t as off-putting as I expected.
I yelped when Armand reversed our positions to pin me down on the bed. Before I could ask what he was doing, he kissed me with a demanding need that left me aching for another climax. I was breathless when he stopped.
“Will you let me use my mouth to pleasure you, Zio?”
I was so desperate for relief that I couldn’t be embarrassed by how needy I sounded when I replied, “Please!”
That was all the permission Armand required to turn my entire world upside down. His lips and hands were everywhere as he worked me up into a frenzied need. By the time he had progressed to a blow job, I was fighting not to cry out from the intense pleasure.
His was nothing like the ones I had received from my ex-girlfriends. Theirs had been half-hearted and perfunctory, but Armand sucked my dick as if he couldn’t get enough of it. He alternated between teasing me with his lips and tongue before letting me slide in deep. Right when I was on the verge, he pulled off me and switched to stroking me as he bobbed his head along my length. I babbled nonsense as he pushed me to my very limits, entangling my fingers in his dark hair as I squirmed under him with increasingly vocal cries. The longer it went on, I was almost sobbing from how badly I needed to come, my body tensing up as I teetered closer to the brink.
When he took me to the back of his throat and moaned around me, I lost control. I climaxed a second time with a shout as he swallowed my release, then licked me clean. The intense orgasm left me dazed as I whimpered from the incredible pleasure that overloaded all my circuits.
Armand reached over to the nightstand and used tissues to wipe the cum off his stomach from earlier. He then curled up beside me and draped his arm over me. It was a reassuring weight that grounded me as I floated in a mindless nirvana of sexual ecstasy. Even my analytical brain couldn’t analyze what had happened. All I could do was bask in the incredible afterglow. My OCD about even numbers meant having two orgasms in a row was the ultimate high I hadn’t thought was achievable.
I wasn’t sure how long I drifted in a mindless bliss, but Armand brought me back when he asked, “When do you need to be up tomorrow?”
“Huh?”
He stroked my shoulder with his thumb. “I don’t want you to oversleep and miss your conference. I’ll ask the concierge to give you a wake-up call in the morning.”
As blissed-out as I was, the show of consideration touched me deep in my heart. It was a small gesture that told me so much about him. I tried to pull myself together and focus. “You’re really good at taking care of people, aren’t you?”
“Oui, so let me take care of you right now. Give me a time, and you can sleep without a single worry in the world.”
“Will you stay with me?” The thought of him leaving to return to his room left me cold.
He smiled down at me. “I’d love to.”
“Can you do the wake-up call for seven o’clock?” I preferred sleeping in as late as possible, more than I needed the hour to be an even number.
Nodding, he moved to make the contact to the front desk for me, then got up and went into the bathroom. To my surprise, he brought a warm washcloth over to clean me up, so I didn’t have to get out of bed. Once he finished, he pulled the covers out from under me to tuck me in, which did things to my heart. Satisfied I was good, he left again. I heard him flip the dead bolt before he shut off all the lights and returned to get in bed with me.
It was hard to fight off sleep, but I had to know the answer. “Why did you lock the front door?”
“Because you always double-check to make sure you have all your belongings twice whenever we’re out. I didn’t want you to stay awake worrying about it not being secured.”
“Wow, I can’t believe I’ve been Sherlocked twice in the same day,” I muttered with a sleepy chuckle, losing my battle to pleasant exhaustion.
“I’m not sure what that means, but I’m going to assume it’s good.” Armand gave me two tender kisses before he positioned us to curl up behind me.
Safe in his arms and adrift in the afterglow, sleep claimed me too soon. I lost my chance to tell him that everything about the evening had been the best of my life. We’d have to laugh later about how we forgot about dinner. It wasn’t surprising when what we had done had been more fulfilling than any meal could have been.
