“Please.” It came out in a scratchy croak so I cleared my throat and tried again. “I’d like that more than anything.”
Arthur’s hands slid into my hair on either side of my head, my eyes drifted closed, and a sigh escaped my lips. I was expecting his mouth on mine, our first kiss, but that’s not what happened.
His hands moved to my collar and began opening my shirt as his lips brushed across my cheek to my ear, his breath hot along my skin.
“Je te veux,” he whispered into my ear.
I want you.
“Oh god,” I breathed.
“T’embrasser…”
To kiss you.
His lips brushed down my neck, the tip of his tongue coming out to taste my collarbone, and back up to my other ear.
“Te toucher,” he murmured.
To touch you.
“Arthur,” I whimpered. “Please.”
“What do you want, ma crevette?”
“Kisses.”
Arthur’s lips caressed my jaw before teasing my mouth. When he finally pressed in with a full-on kiss, I tasted traces of white wine and sexy man. What a heady combination.
I sank against him as his mouth took charge of me, exploring and teasing, while his hands moved around to grasp my back and my neck to hold me close. I felt like a puddle of want and need. My dick pulsed against the front of his suit pants, but every time I tried to press my hips against him, he shifted.
I wanted to speed things along, to get him naked as soon as possible. After pushing his jacket off, I worked his tie open and began picking desperately at his buttons.
“Too fucking tiny. Help,” I pleaded. “I can’t… my fingers don’t work.”
Arthur’s smile was indulgent. “Let me. Finish getting undressed and lie on the bed, beautiful.”
I scrambled out of my clothes like they were on fire and I threw myself on the pristine hotel bed. Naked starfish ready and willing. All I needed was a distinguished valet to climb on and pound me into the mattress.
After sending up a particularly polite but harried prayer to the gods of lube and condoms, I glanced over at Arthur to see what the holdup was.
“Hngh,” I babbled as soon as I saw him standing there in naked splendor. The man was fit and hung like a motherfucking porn star. If porn stars had pretty-pretty, giant uncut dicks. Which, they did. “Nnnngh.”
“Acceptable?” he teased. “Not going to kick me out?”
“Gnfh,” I said with the international double hand signal forgimme that dick.
He crawled onto the bed and dropped open mouth kisses from my ankle to my inner thigh, running his warm hands over my calves and thighs and hips until reaching for my straining cock
“Are you drunk right now, Max?” he asked, meeting my eyes.
I knew what he was asking and I wanted there to be no mistaking my consent. “I was earlier, but I’m not now. Ok, maybe a little buzzed still, but I know exactly what I’m doing, Arthur. I want this. I promise.”
He nodded and smiled which only deepened the laugh lines by his eyes and made me want him more. The man was sexy as fuck.
After teasing all around the base of my cock with his mouth, he finally took it into his mouth.
“God yes,” I cried when what I really wanted to do was chantsuck it, suck it, for the love of god, suck it.
