Page 3 of Sun and Stone (Elementally Yours #5)

3. Better Than a Mint on the Pillow

Somewhere between settling the tab and stumbling into the hallway connecting the hotel bar and lobby, Fynn and I have gotten closer. My back hits the wall, his mouth on mine. He tastes sweet and addictive, and it’s a struggle to pull away.

“Wait, we need a plan. We, um…”

He starts kissing my neck, and I can’t think or talk with him distracting me. I try to put some distance between us... and end up craning my head to give him more access to my neck instead.

“I already have a room here,” he says between kisses. “I figured drinking here was the best place for us because then I’d only need to order one Uber at the end of the night. Besides, how else would I know they have the best mudslides?”

Cool. That takes care of one concern. We still need to get to his room before this gets too heated and we’re charged with indecent exposure. I try to separate us and move things along—we get maybe an inch or two farther down the hallway before I’m the one pushing him against the wall this time.

“My room isn’t far,” he says, panting when he comes up for air. “Fourth floor.”

I step back, trying to keep my hands to myself. To distract myself, as we head for the elevator, I ask, “Why do you have a room here?”

“I just moved to the area and don’t have a place of my own yet.”

“Oh, did you come from far away?”

“No, not at all,” he says. “I was about two hours from here before.”

We stumble into the elevator, ending up on opposite sides. Fynn hits the correct button... and a couple of extra ones by accident. We keep our distance, having learned that it’s best to control ourselves, or we’ll have trouble stopping. We just need to get to the hotel room; then we can lose control completely.

“So, why did you move?”

“I moved here for work, though I wanted to move in the first place because I needed a fresh start.”

I want to ask what he does for work. I want to ask why he needs a fresh start. But the elevator doors open, and suddenly we’re busy racing towards the privacy of his hotel room.

The hotel door clicks as it opens, and I follow Fynn inside his room. My eyes are immediately drawn to the plush king-sized bed in the center.

"Nice!" he exclaims.

"Yeah, it's private, and you have a giant bed. Can't ask for more."

I move closer, reaching out to wrap my arms around him, but he slips past me, heading straight for the bed.

Fynn leans down and plucks something off the pillow. "The maid left a mint on the pillow!" He holds it up triumphantly, grinning from ear to ear.

Oh, that’s what he’s excited about. "You really do have a sweet tooth, don't you?"

"This is a big deal,” he tells me seriously, still smiling. “Not all the maids leave mints anymore since I'm here for an extended stay.”

The chocolate is a decent-sized square, especially for a freebie, and the wrapping looks fancy. Guess they don't waste it on regulars. Having worked in a couple of hotels throughout my long line of dead-end jobs to support myself while in school, I can confidently tell him, "Gotta tip to get the best service."

"I tip them all," he replies like anything else is unthinkable. “Whether they leave mints or not.”

"Oh. You’re getting ripped off then."

It's a mystery to me how anyone could look into his sweet eyes and resist his puppy dog smile. Fynn looks at the mint in his hand, then at me. The wheels turn in his head as he does the math—two of us, one mint. It's adorable, watching him visibly struggle to rein in his excitement. Like a gentleman, he offers the candy to me. "Here, you deserve the treat."

I shake my head. "Nah, you should have it."

"Are you sure?"

"The mudslide was enough. You'll enjoy the mint more than I will."

With a grateful smile, Fynn pops the mint into his mouth, getting way more enjoyment from the little chocolate than I ever would have. And I do like watching him and his joy over the simple, sweeter things life has to offer.

Fynn basically pounces on me, peppering me with happy, eager kisses as he tugs at my shirt to undress me. He even tastes a bit like chocolate. He quickly shrugs off his own shirt and grins at me. "Already wanted to show you a good time, but now? I’m so going to rock your world."

Ducking my head, I try to hide a smile, but he picks up on the same thing a moment later.

"Was that cheesy?" he wonders. A little. “I’ve been drinking,” he reminds me. “Be kind to the words coming out of my mouth.”

“It’s okay.”

That’s who he is. We may be virtual strangers, but I’m confident that the picture of him is becoming clear. He looks on the bright side and cheers up strangers on the street. Kind, genuine, and optimistic—of course he’s a bit cheesy too.

Being with him makes my worries seem so much farther away, so I have a plan of my own. I push Fynn onto the bed and climb onto his lap, straddling his hips. "Let me rock your world."

He almost pouts. "I wanna show you a good time."

"Don't worry about that." I start undoing his belt. "Gonna blow you. It's a win-win. I happen to love giving head."

"Really?"

"Let me show you."

Not sure why, but I have always loved giving blow jobs. I’m used to using my words and friendly smiles to charm people. Maybe this is an extension of that—using my mouth to give pleasure and really drive guys wild is what drives me wild.

Maybe I just like having a cock in my mouth.

Either way, I think I understand what Fynn was trying to tell me earlier. Magic is amazing, but there are a few amazing parts of the regular world. Dessert doesn’t do it for me, and liquor is alright, but having a gorgeous man under me and his hard cock in my mouth?

Yeah. Just as good as magic. Maybe better.

Soon, I have him undressed and hard under me. I bring my mouth to his cock, and my tongue darts out, flicking the tip teasingly. Fynn lets out a soft gasp, his hands finding my hair as he guides me closer. “Be kind. Please don’t tease me.”

“Can’t you be patient?”

"Nope. Very eager to see these cocksucking skills of yours in action. Please—oh, fuck!"

I take the hint, opening my mouth wide and engulfing him in one smooth motion. He moans, his hips bucking involuntarily as I take him deep into my throat. I suck hard, using my tongue to tease and torment him in all the right places.

"Okay, you… you… yeah, your mouth. Good. Very good." Fynn's hands tighten their grip on my hair, his breathing growing ragged. I can feel his cock twitching in my mouth, precum leaking from the tip. I greedily lap it up, savoring the salty taste on my tongue.

"Oh fuck, your mouth..." he pants. "Oh my god."

Encouraged by his reaction, I redouble my efforts, my tongue swirling around the tender flesh of his cock head. I stare up at him, catching a glimpse of the sheer ecstasy painted across his face, and it fuels me further. He’s beautiful already, but he looks even better falling apart because of me.

“Perry, yes, you are a marvelous cocksucker… is that a weird thing to say?” Don’t know, but I like it. “Fuck, who cares? It’s true. You weren’t over-exagger… over-exag…” Apparently, I’m sucking him so well he’s having trouble using big vocabulary words. I feel strangely proud of that. “You weren’t lying. Totally rocking my world. Fuck, don't stop.”

Hearing him moan and sing my praises in a wrecked voice is all kinds of amazing. And his hands gripping my hair like a lifeline, the way he bucks into my mouth just a little whenever I do something he really likes, it’s all getting me harder and harder in my pants. I'll have to give myself some relief soon, but I’m having so much fun making him come undone. Rocking his world is indeed rocking mine.

My lips slide up and down his throbbing length as I take him deep down my throat. I let out a moan of my own to let him know how much I'm enjoying it.

"Shit," he groans. “Perry, yes. Yes!” Despite his enthusiastic enjoyment, his fingers dig into the flesh of my scalp a moment later and tug on my hair, trying to put some distance between us. "Hold on a moment. Sorry, can't control my volume when I've been drinking. Back up, need to grab a pillow and shove it over my face.”

What a terrible idea. I pull my mouth away to tell him, "No, I like hearing you."

I pull back to look up at him. His eyes are glassy with lust; his lips parted as he pants for breath. He pouts, torn between a need to grab a pillow and muffle himself or staying right where he is and getting his hardness back into my talented mouth. He’s so cute; I watch the warring impulses battle it out before I decide to break the tie myself.

"This is a hotel room,” he says. “We might have neighbors. We should be polite—"

My lips close around his shaft again. I can feel his body tense, his hips jerking involuntarily as he tries to hold back his moans.

"Dammit!" he gasps. "If you keep doing that… to hell with the neighbors."

I chuckle around him in my mouth, and he groans in response. I do my best to bring him to the edge.

"If you keep doing that, I’m gonna, I’m gonna—”

Come in my mouth? I can’t currently talk, but I put one hand on the back of his thigh and encourage him, pulling him closer as I do my best to express that he’s welcome to find his release at any time.

“Mmm, Perry, yes, need to, I need…”

My hand finds its way to my own cock. It’s a tight fit with my erection tenting the fabric of my pants and me not being willing to do anything other than pop the button and shove my hand inside. Oh well, I don’t need anything fancy—just something to thrust against as he falls apart in my mouth.

“Oh, god, Perry please, need, you have to let me. Can I—”

Wow. Sure, I like using my mouth, but this might be a first. Did I suck him so good I gave him temporary amnesia? I thought we already established he was free to come in my mouth at any time. He must see the confusion on my face as he tries to form more words.

“Um, you told me to… fuck.” I ease up a little, letting him string together enough words for a full sentence or two. “Told me I can come in your mouth but not… can I come? I like permission.”

It takes a few moments for me to work that out seeing as I can’t quite stop thrusting into my own hand but eventually, I put it together. He wants permission to come.

While I can’t really express too much, I make an assenting noise which has him groaning and stuttering into my mouth. I bob my head, hoping it counts as a nod while I try to communicate that ‘You have permission to come in my mouth. In fact, you better do it soon or I’ll come without you.’

If we weren’t both so close to the finish line, I’d pull off and have a quick chat about this. Maybe wanting my okay is him being polite or something he dreamed up in the heat of passion? But we’re both close, too close to be more coherent, so I just roll with it.

His expression goes slack, and he positively seems to melt, making these breathy little whimpers as his hips stutter and inch forward into my mouth.

Fuck, he’s so hot.

“Yes, gonna come… Perry!”

I feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as I get closer and closer to release. I can't hold back anymore. Fynn shoots his load down my throat. That combined with the sensation of my own hand on my dick is enough to send me over the edge.

Pleasure courses through me as I come, the intensity of it sending me collapsing against his thighs. Panting heavily, I catch my breath. The lingering buzz of the alcohol is already starting to fade, but the high of having him in my mouth and my release has me feeling loose-limbed and wonderful without needing another drink.

It occurs to me too late that I really should have taken my pants off because I’m still going to have to get home at some point, and now I’ll have a mess on my hands, but I was enjoying myself too much to care.

"That was…" he starts, his voice trailing off as he struggles to find the right words.

"Yeah," I agree. "It was."

When I left the testing center, I figured I was heading into one of the worst nights of my life—a night full of alcohol, regret, and ugly sobbing. Alcohol was still involved, but alcohol and orgasms is a much better combination.

Instead of being the worst night, this is actually one of the best nights I’ve had in a while.

Not sure I buy into his whole ordinary magic and the world working in mysterious ways thing… but it was a great thing I ran into him tonight.