Page 54 of Baxter's Right-Hand Man

I unbuckled his belt and unzipped him, pressing kisses on his cheeks and jaw. “There’s a small forest out there and a high fence. No one’s allowed in. Just us.”

Lorenzo leaned on me as I helped him wriggle out of his trousers and briefs. He hissed when his bare ass met the cool quartz. I undressed in a hurry, dropping my shirt on the floor and shoving my jeans and boxers over my ass. I gripped my cock at the base and followed his gaze.

“This is very unsanitary, but I like this view,” he whispered.

Me too. I was shirtless with my jeans pushed to my knees, my hand on my dick while he struck model poses on the island—naked and carefree, his pole waving proudly between his legs.

Maybe it was a trick of the light, but I swore I could see precum glistening at the tip. I licked my lips like one of Pavlov’s dogs. I had to taste him.

I smeared the precum over his crown, circling my thumb around his slit. “I want to suck you.”

It was a statement, not a request. I opened my mouth wide and took him to the root, flattening my tongue along his length as I swallowed. He gasped somewhere above me, whimpering when I pulled all the way off and sighing when I bottomed out again, sucking, licking…fucking worshiping his cock like I had a right to. I stroked myself too. I was too hard and too horny for patience. I had a bad feeling I wouldn’t last long enough for him to return the favor.

The sounds he made sent shivers along my spine. My balls tingled every time his cock nudged the back of my throat. I wanted him to explode in my mouth. I wanted—

“Stop.”

I froze and glanced up at him, and slowly rose to my feet.

“What do you want? I want to make you feel good,” I rasped.

“Fuck me.”

I nodded when words didn’t come fast enough. “My room is—”

“Here. Now,” he panted. “I have lube and a condom in my bag.”

He reached behind him, motioning toward one of the barstools.

“I got it.” I pulled up my jeans so I could walk rather than waddle, and hurried to retrieve his bag, dragging the barstool with me too.

“Just the bag would have been fine,” Lorenzo snickered, fishing a condom and travel packet of lube from an inside pocket.

“Bend over,” I commanded in a gravelly tone.

“I…okay.”

He kneeled on the barstool, popped the lid open, and poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers before draping himself over the island. I tore open the wrapper with my teeth as I kicked off my shoes and jeans.

I could see Lorenzo preparing himself in my periphery as I rolled the latex on. It was dangerously distracting, his perfect puckered hole on display as he slid his middle finger in and out, in and out. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to be cool. Coming into the condom pre-entry would be a real buzzkill.

I stroked my cock as I moved behind him, caressing his perfect ass while I watched the show. He had two fingers going now. Christ, I was trembling.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look?” I growled, nipping his shoulder as I ghosted a digit alongside his.

He inclined his chin toward the window. “Yes. Look at us.”

Holy fuck, we looked hot. But we could do better.

I grabbed the lube and drizzled some over his entrance. I gently batted him away and took over, stretching him till he begged for my dick. Then I lined my cock at his hole and pushed.

He was hot, so hot. And so tight.

I inched my way inside, pausing often to catch my breath. When I was balls deep, I rested my forehead on his shoulder and lowered my hand. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and stroked him languidly, pressing kisses to his nape and his earlobe.

“Are you okay?” I whispered.

“Mmm. Yes, you can move.”