Page 2 of If I See You Again

David

T he hotel room door slammed closed behind us as we grappled to pull the shirts from our backs.

I hadn’t intended to pick up anyone when I’d gone out today, but after a rotten day listening to shitty presentations about my business, I’d needed the distraction.

What better way to do it than with a tall, dark, and handsome?

And Malcolm was fucking gorgeous. That hadn’t been the only thing that had drawn me to him.

He’d been fidgety, nervous like he’d been afraid to talk to me.

I’d caught the way he couldn’t stop staring after I’d addressed him.

He was interested, and I knew then and there that I needed to make a move.

A move that was made all that much easier since he’d just been stood up.

Was I interested in that entire story? A little, but I was more interested in getting him naked. I wanted someone under me. Someone who moaned my name as I drove them to the brink of pleasure and back again. A relationship wasn’t in the cards, especially when I wouldn’t hang around.

My fingers threaded through his thick brown hair, gripping it, before angling his head to the side to suck at the skin of his neck. A rumble vibrated below my lips as he moaned. I trailed kisses across his throat as my fingers maneuvered to undo button after button.

His chest was lean, with a small smattering of hair between his pecs, and as my fingers and eyes drifted lower, they snagged on a scar to the right of his belly button.

I trailed a finger along the line, making him shiver. A soft exhale of air passed between his lips as he closed his eyes.

“What is this?”

He huffed a laugh.

“The deal breaker.”

My brow furrowed, but I didn’t stop, my hands reaching for his pants and sliding to undo his belt and fly. He gasped as I kept going.

“What do you mean, it’s the deal breaker ?”

He bit his lip and shook his head, opening those luminous green eyes that had drawn me in from across the restaurant. “It’s why so many people don’t show. I promise it’s nothing that will harm you, but maybe I just want this. Can we just do this and talk about it later?”

It felt off, almost like it wasn’t something he was used to hiding. Hell, if that was why he’d been stood up so many times, maybe he had a reason to be reluctant to tell me.

There were no more words or questions. We weren’t really here to get to know each other. This was about sex.

I shoved Malcolm’s pants down his legs and pushed him back toward the bed.

He blinked up at me as he rested on his elbows.

It didn’t take long to remove my shirt the rest of the way.

He’d done a decent job at undoing it, but the tie had been a barrier, and once that was over my head, the light material of the button-down slid from my shoulders.

My eyes snapped to the motion of his hand dipping between his legs, gripping his cock as he stroked himself through his underwear.

He liked watching me undress, and it made the heat swirl low in my gut to know I had that power over him.

We’d both been having terrible days, and this was how we were turning it around.

When my belt was undone, my pants and underwear sliding to the floor, Malcolm paused the teasing of his cock. He stared at me with wide eyes as I leaned over him on the bed. Our lips met once more, and that fine wire of restraint snapped.

I needed this man like I needed water and air.

The only reason I had to stand back up was to fetch the lube and condoms from my bag. Malcolm didn’t fight me when I ripped the foil package open and rolled the latex cover over my length. He only scooted further back onto the bed, spreading his legs in invitation. He didn’t need to tell me twice.

The bottle of lube bounced on the bed as I hooked my fingers into his underwear and dragged them down his legs. I took my time enjoying the feel of him. The light and lean muscles of his body, and the way he trembled at the smallest of touches.

God, I loved someone who was responsive.

I crawled back onto the bed and over his quivering body. Malcolm’s eyes pinched closed as he took quick, shallow breaths.

He was so damn stunning, and I almost felt bad that this wouldn’t be more than what it was. That there wouldn’t be anything past this night, but I’d given up hope of commitments long ago.

The bottle of lube was heavy in my hand as I opened the cap and poured a generous amount over my fingers. Those brilliant green eyes opened again as I lowered my hand between his legs to find his tight, puckered hole.

Keeping up the pretense of no more words, I quirked an eyebrow at him in question. Malcolm nodded, pinching those stunning eyes closed again before dropping his head onto the mattress.

Warm. So freaking warm.

A shudder raced down my spine at how welcoming Malcolm’s body was, inviting me in to stretch and prepare him for me. My mouth dropped open on a low moan as he tossed his head back and forth against the sheets, pushing against me as if asking me to give him more.

It didn’t take long to work a second and third finger inside of that clenching hole, fucking him open. Malcolm whimpered as I pegged his prostate over and over again, loving the way his back bowed off the bed every single time.

Watching him wasn’t the only thing I wanted to do. My dick ached to be inside him. To bury myself so deep that I didn’t know where he began and I ended.

When my eyes snagged on that scar again, my mind wandered.

Why wouldn’t he tell me about it? It was obviously important.

Maybe if we ever saw each other again… I needed to stop that train of thought.

There couldn’t be a next time. I was here to talk to these companies about campaigns for my company, which had been a bust. I wouldn’t be back.

My evening with Malcolm was a fleeting, spontaneous moment, and I needed to enjoy it.

My fingers retreated from Malcolm’s body. He whined, hips flexing and searching for any sort of pressure or friction. The bottle of lube was back in my hand as I worked the slick liquid over my cock, watching as those emerald-green eyes popped open, watching me.

Malcolm’s thighs dropped open wider, but it didn’t stop me from grabbing his knees and pushing his legs closer to his chest. Once my cock lined up with his opening, I pushed inside, both of us letting out a hiss at the contact.

His body gripped me and sucked me in. He was so tight and hot. I wanted to live there, comforted by the walls surrounding me. The second I bottomed out, there was no hope of holding back. I needed to move. Desperate to feel this man who was making me feel things without even speaking.

What the hell was this?

The room grew humid as it filled with the sounds of our grunts and moans as our skin slapped together. Sweat trailed down both of our bodies, and my tongue licked up a salty trail that had blazed its way down Malcolm’s temple.

Everything about this man was delicious.

Malcolm cried out as his hand slid between our bodies, wrapping around his weeping length as he pumped in time with my thrusts.

Neither of us lasted long. He fell over the edge first, coating his hand and my stomach in his thick, sticky cum before he clamped down around me, dragging me into bliss with him.

It turned out there was no need to discuss with him about the expectation of what this was. When I awoke the next morning, it didn’t stop the weird feeling in my chest to find the other side of the bed empty.

This wasn’t more than a one-night stand, but a part of me suddenly wished it had been.