He slowly wrapped his arms around me and parted his lips for me, and I pushed a hand up into his hair, but it was like the whole world around us was as still as the concrete encasing us. Nothing moved. No one breathed. My heartbeat marked time against my ribs, and the hiss of hands over clothes told me the world had just fallen silent and I hadn’t really lost my hearing.
I tilted my head. As I slid the tip of my tongue under his, his fingers twitched on my back. He was exactly the kind of kisser I’d fantasized about. He followed my lead without being so passive that his lips were ticklish against mine, and his lips and tongue moved with mine the same way his fingers moved on my skin and in my hair—gentle enough to do this for hours, assertive enough to weaken my knees. We kissed each other as if we’d done this so many times before that we’d already learned to anticipate each other’s next move.
After God knew how long, we came up for air.
“Jesus,” I whispered, panting against his lips.
“Yeah. That.” He touched his forehead to mine. “Think we’ll be this compatible once we’re in bed?”
“No doubt whatsoever.” I held on to the back of his neck and kissed him again. “But there’s only one way to find out for sure.”
“Yeah, that’s true. Not…not sure I can wait that—” He cut himself off with a kiss. As if I wasn’t already struggling to breathe, he slid a hand between us, over my erection, and moaned against my lips.
I broke the kiss. In between panting, I whispered, “We should get to that hotel. I want to—oh fuck…”
He was drawing my zipper down, and my mind went blank.
“Rick, we…” What? What was I trying to say?
“Hmm?” His fingers drifted over my cock again, this time with only my boxers to divide skin from skin.
My balance wavered. I leaned against his car for support, and even that didn’t seem like enough to keep me from melting to the concrete.
“When we’re in the hotel,” he murmured against my lips, “I’m yours to do whatever you want. Anything you say, consider it done. But before we go…”
And suddenly I was sure I was dreaming because Rick was kneeling in front of me with his lips around my cock. His hands too. And God in heaven, the man knew what he was doing.
He didn’t try to take my whole dick, just focused his lips and tongue on the head while his hands stroked the rest. I had to grip the car to keep myself upright. Jesus. I should’ve known he wouldn’t do anything halfway—something told me that if we’d been naked right then, with no clothes and no restrictions, he’d have been fucking me with his fingers at the same time he sucked my dick, and that thought drew a groan from my lips. Or maybe that was the way his tongue swirled around the head of my cock, every motion as soft as it was deliberate. Fuck. Fuck! I could go for ages when I needed to, but after fantasizing about him all day, and now with his hands and mouth on me…not a chance.
“Shit, you’re gonna…” I groaned, trying to blink my eyes into focus so I could watch him. Because, hell, there was nothing hotter in this entire world than this man on his knees, enthusiastically and expertly working this kind of magic. Creases formed between his eyebrows, and his little moans vibrated against sensitive skin, driving me insane just like the hot huffs of breath he released now and then. “You’re…really good at this.”
Right then, his eyes flicked up. Those blue eyes that had been the subject of more fantasies than I could count, the most heart-stopping, defining feature of the man I’d wanted all this time, and now they were fixed on me, pupils blown and eyelashes wet, and…
And I fell apart.
I pressed back against his car, both to stay upright and to keep from forcing myself into his throat, and he stroked and sucked and teased me all the way through one hell of an orgasm. Back arching off the car, toes curling in my shoes, eyes rolling back—I hadn’t come like that in a long, long time.
He rocked back on his heels. I fixed my clothes, though it was challenging as hell with my hands shaking like this.
Rick stood, brushing an unsteady hand across his lower lip. “So…essentials?”
“Yeah.” I drew him in for another kiss. “We’re gonna need them.”
Chapter Three
The Coastal Star Hotel was one of those semi-luxury hotels that was mercifully inexpensive. Not “cheap” per se, but not expensive enough to condemn me to ramen noodles until payday.
I made it through the check-in process without letting on that my brain was already in the room I was requesting. I handed over my credit card and signed the form. My budget wasn’t keen on this whole idea, but it was just one night. And while I might’ve split the bill with someone whose income was roughly the same as mine, my pride instantly balked at the idea of letting someone of his stature pay my way. I didn’t need a sugar daddy.