Stroking his lower back, I watch him try to fuck himself on my dick. It’s hypnotizing, the way his rim moves up and down my shaft and swallows it. He lets out needy grunts of frustration, so I take mercy on him. Clasping his waist, I ram in and pull out. Then I repeat. He keens, his hoarse voice loud and unhinged.
I pound into him faster and harder, just like he’s begging me to. He’s squeezing me deliciously and tightly. My eyes flutter closed and my abs flex. He feels amazing. There is no doubt inme that he’s made for me. I think he knows it too or he wouldn’t be meeting my thrusts and shouting my name so desperately.
“Come for me, baby. Without touching your cock,” I demand, snapping my hips forward. I rub the area where we connect with a finger, sliding the tip inside as I keep railing him.
“Yes. Oh fuck. Jake. Fuck.” He bucks, folding in and shaking as he begins to spill.
His climax causes him to clench around me as I continue to fuck him. The tension in my spine rushes to my core, and a second later I’m coming inside him. He shouts and arches his back, attacking my mouth. He tastes of sweat and lemonade, the combination explosive.
I keep pumping out cum for a while. He’s gone pliant under me, purring and humming as I fill him up. I can tell he enjoys it. When my tremors and aftershocks finally end, I lie next to him, taking on the big spoon role so I can keep my cock inside his warm and wet heat.
“Up for a nap?” I say, kissing his shoulder and using the towel to wipe the mess we’ve made. Luckily, most of it didn’t make it to the bedsheets.
He shakes his ass and gets comfy. “Only if you help clean me up afterwards.”
“Of course. I’m the one that made a mess out of you, so it’s only fair I take responsibility.”
He chuckles, swatting my ass. I push my hips forward, causing his laugh to turn into a lazy moan. “A nap sounds good, then.”
We have sex once more before we head to the hotel. We don’t really talk on the way back, though we hold hands. The elephant in the room hangs over us, but it seems neither of us wants or knows how to approach it. Or maybe it’s just me. Maybe for Ethan this was just a couple of days of fun with a hot chef-to-be. A hookup with no strings attached. We haven’t really talked about things between us or labeled them, but that would be the most logical and least problematic way to look at them.
I hope it’s not the case. I felt something more, and my gut has never failed me. But that doesn’t mean much if only one side is willing to put the work in.
Just as we enter the lobby, the power comes fully back on. The receptionist announces that the issue has been resolved. It wasn’t that major of an inconvenience if I’m being honest—luxury hotels like this one are equipped with multiple contingencies—but instead of being happy that things are back to normal, dread clutches my stomach.
I haven’t exactly figured out how to get Ethan to be mine. Short of begging him, of course. But I’ve got until the morning, and I intend to make the most of it. If I can’t come up with anything, then I’ll resort to making an idiot out of myself if I have to. As long as it gets me him, I’m willing to do anything.
We head up via the elevator. He gets a call, so he spends the short journey on his phone, making arrangements for his departure in the morning. I did my best to block that knowledge out the entire day, but now that it’s evening and I have just a couple more hours before he leaves, nerves are swamping my stomach.
We are a great match. Physically, yes, but I also enjoy his company. I think he enjoys mine, too. But we live in different worlds, so I am not sure something like that would be enough to tie someone like him down.
It takes a couple extra minutes after we reach his suite before he hangs up. His expression is back to the neutral businessman mask he had when we first met, though hints of the blissful smiles he graced me with throughout the day still linger.
“Everything is set then?” I say when the silence becomes too awkward.
He frowns. “Almost, yeah. I’ve a bunch more phone calls to make.”
I tuck my hands in my pockets because I don’t know what to do with them. I’m dying to hug him and beg him to stay, but that’s just stupid. Even if he wanted to, it’s not like he could. “Well, I hope you had some fun during your nightmare vacation.”
He allows a hint of a smile. “Thanks to a certain chef, I did.”
My chest warms. Then my stomach drops. “Well, this chef has dinner to tend to. I imagine it will be a late shift, so you’ll be asleep by the time I’m done. But…” I pin my gaze on the floor, wanting to avoid the truth that my eyes are probably betraying. “I’ll see you off in the morning. If that’s okay.”
He shifts his weight. “It is. I’ll see you in the morning, Jake. I hope your shift isn’t too hectic.”
I stand in front of his door after he closes it. Yeah, this sucks. I must do something. The problem is there isn’t much that I could realistically do. I clench my hands into fists and unroot myself, stalking down the corridor. But that doesn’t mean I’ll give up. No way.
I got this. I’ve found my ideal man and there is no way I’m letting him go.
Chapter 13
Ethan
I grip the metalrail in the elevator and take a deep breath. It does nothing to stifle the adrenaline rush or calm me down.
I shove my hand in my pocket and find my phone, squeezing it tightly. I haven’t been this nervous in my entire life. Ever. I couldn’t sleep last night. I couldn’t stomach anything this morning. What I am about to do is a little crazy. Okay, maybe a lot crazy. But it’s the only way for me to get what I want.
It’s probably extremely selfish of me to do things this way. But what good is it to be a billionaire, if I can’t use that to my advantage at least once in my life? I’ve never felt the need to. I doubt I ever will after this. But today, the course of my future depends on it.
