“Do you mind if I get in?”
The chlorinated air gently stings my nostrils as I dip my toe into the scalding, bubbling water. He nods his consent, so I slide down into the hotel jacuzzi, my speedo riding up as it rubs against the tiled wall.
I’m careful to take a seat close enough that my proximity is no accident but not too close that he startles.
“Enjoy your swim?” he asks. His voice is polished, sophisticated. Deep. Foreign in a way that I can’t place.
“I did.”
He smiles and it is the kind of dark, guarded smile that makes my stomach curl with anticipation.
“I love getting in the hot tub after a dip. I like the way my skin feels when I go from cold to hot really quickly,” I say.
“How does it feel?”
I inch my body a little closer to his and stretch out my thigh so that it casually brushes against him. Could be an accident, could be on purpose. I feel him shift his position, returning the pressure. On purpose it is.
He turns his head and we make true, unfettered eye contact for the first time. And it is… spectacular. His eyes are a deep, forest green… the colour of a pine tree that’s shed its winter snow. They knife through me.
“So? How does it feel?” he repeats and I realise I haven’t answered his question.
“Why don’t you see for yourself?” I ask, emboldened by his intent stare.
Beneath the water, undetectable amid the cover of pulsating bubbles, he reaches across and drapes his fingers over my inner thigh.
“Soft.”
He runs his hands slowly upward, tickling the edge of my speedo and causing my cock to twinge in its spandex cage. He keeps his eyes on me, and their intensity is making my heart race.
“Silky.”
His voice is dusky and teasing. If I wasn’t already nearly naked, I’d say he was undressing me with his eyes.
“Sleek.”
He trails his hand over the mound of my crotch, never breaking eye contact. His piercing, voracious stare is as arousing as the haunting timbre of his voice and the delicate touch of his fingertips combined.
“I think I’m overheating a little,” I say, shifting our bodies apart. I want to leave him in a state of unresolved want. Just for now, that is.
His smile falters and his hand floats back to his side. He’s become uncertain of the game, genuinely unsure whether it is still afoot. He leans back, his body language making clear that a change of mind is perfectly okay. The small act of respect arouses me so much I nearly mount him right then and there.
Instead, I grin and slide my hand across his smooth, firm chest. I run my index finger down his wet skin, drawing a dividing line between his hard pecs.
“I might go do that in my room,” I say before very slowly spelling out my room number on his chest. Driblets of water collect around my fingertip as I trace the digits.
I lock eyes with him once more, my gut twisting at the urgent, hungry glint within his. He gives me a subtle, comprehending nod and my groin responds with its own.
My stomach tenses with lustful anticipation as I step up onto the ladder, turning my back to him so I can climb out. I move slowly, languorously, conscious to accentuate the shifting of my hips on each step, making my clenched ass look even tighter and more fuckable in this speedo. I want him to salivate over it. Given what’s to come, I can only assume that he does.
I towel off and head back up to my room. I’ve barely closed the door behind me when there’s a knock He’s wasted no time and his eagerness is intoxicating. I let him in and slide the chain securely in place. We are not to be disturbed.
He is barefoot, his toes crinkling the lush carpet as he crosses the room. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of tiny swim shorts which fall barely to the upper thigh and ride up his ass in a way that dramatically increases the blood flow to my crotch.
Now that he’s out of the tub and standing in front of me, I take him in. He’s older than me. Larger. More powerful. The corded muscles of his exposed thighs make my already racing heart beat even faster.
He stops just short of the bed and turns to me, pinning me again with his pine tree eyes. They are hooded by a canopy of the longest lashes I have ever seen. His stare runs through me, slits me open, penetrating me with sharpened lust.
Unwilling to wait any longer, I cross to him and reach my hands around his neck. He is tall. Taller than I had estimated when I spotted him sitting all alone in the hotel hot tub. He had looked neither lonely, nor content sitting there. He looked like he was waiting for something.
For this.
He cranes his neck down and presses his lips to my throat. They are firm and full. The kind that can apply pressure. In his closeness I can smell the tart scent of chlorinated water on him and it burns in my throat, lighting me on fire as it brings back them memory of our skin brushing together in the hot tub. I writhe under his kisses as they lay stamps of pleasure across my neck. He works his way higher and higher.
“Mouth okay?”
I reply by swallowing his lower lip with mine and then sliding my tongue over his.
“You are very, very sexy.”
He says the word sexy with a strange inflection, as though his accent makes the word hard to get his mouth around.
I can see that his nipples have gone stiff so I reach down and tickle them with my fingernails. This, it appears, is a special spot. He responds immediately with a giddy sigh, a look of surrender crossing his face.
I reach down and start to suck on one. As I play with it between my lips and run my tongue around it in circles he lets out a soft, low moan. I move over to the other and begin suckling at it, testing out his interest in a little pain by nipping gently. He moans louder, arching his back a little. Affirmative.
As I’m sucking on his tits I can feel the round bulge in his constrictive shorts has grown and I allow my hand to reach down and cup it. He whimpers a little and so I drop down, my kneecaps thudding against the carpet.
This, right here, would have to be one of my favourite places in the entire world - kneeling down, head-high in front of a man’s cock.
I wrench down his swimmers and reveal his dick. It is stunning. Long and slender, fully erect and protruding out as though fingering me in a lineup.
I duck my head and scoop underneath it, allowing the tip to drape across my forehead and then gradually raising my face, sliding his dick across my eyes, my nose, my closed mouth. I’m introducing myself, saying hello.
He leaves a trail of precum across my face, like he’s marked me with war paint.
I wrap my fingers around the base and guide his pulsing cock into my mouth, savouring every inch as it descends deeper down into my neck. As my lips reach his ballsack, he lets out a gasp of surprise that I’ve taken him all in.
I slowly start to rock my head back and forth, pushing the tip into the depths of my throat. Eventually he starts to match my movements, slowly fucking my face. He increases his pace a little, but the jerky rhythm of his pulsing hips tells me he is trying to be gentle, so I retreat and look up at him, my mouth smeared with saliva and speculum.
“Fuck it like it’s a cunt,” I say.
His eyes slightly widen before a dark smile appears on his face. He grabs the back of my head with both hands and rams his dick back into my mouth. He pumps it furiously in and out, his tenderness abandoned. It’s so hot. I’m careful to retract my teeth, giving him nothing but moisture and muscle as he fucks my throat. I gag, just a little and can feel stringy web of excess saliva pooling on my chin and wrapping around his balls. He doesn’t stop.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I obey, lifting my eyes, looking up at him, the whites underneath my irises glinting innocently.
“Yes…” he sighs, as he stares into me. He continues to hold my gaze, pounding my face until there are tears of ecstasy pooling in the corner of my eyes.
His dick is grinding rhythmically against my tongue. It feels like a warm up. Feels like he is pumping his cock up, the way you inflate a football before slamming it through the goal posts.
He suddenly stops, slowly sliding his dick out of my mouth. He is panting.
He’s ready.
I brush past him as I cross to the bed and bend over, stretching my speedo across my tiny, perfect ass. He leans over me, running his nose all the way down my spine until it reaches the tip of my speedo. I’ve no doubt he is inhaling the same pool water smell that has been fuelling my lust as it seeps from his pores.
He takes my speedo in his hands and wrenches it down, exposing my cunt to the elements. I can feel the air conditioned air tickle my bare hole as it pouts between my open cheeks.
He dips his head down and slides his long, hooked nose between my asscheeks, nuzzling me with his face. He fiddles my crack with his nose and I can feel his breath in my delicate sphincter.
“You smell so fucking good,” he sighs and the exhalation makes my cunt jerk in response.
My stomach hitches with anticipation as I hear the moist mouth noise of him sticking out his tongue. He finally stops teasing and slides it straight into my asshole. I moan with pleasure.
“You taste even better,” he says before proceeding to devour my pussy. His jaw is strong and his hard lips create so much variable pressure that it feels like he is actually fucking me. His tongue slides in and out and over and around and it’s so overwhelmingly hot that I have to fight to keep from passing out.
Eventually he pulls back and makes his way up my body, kissing every spare space on his way back up to my ear.
“Your body is so soft,” he whispers, his cock poking into my ass.
“I want you to fuck my ass like you fucked my face,” I say. He lets out a low, throaty chuckle.
“Turn over onto your back.”
I acquiesce, sliding onto the bed and twisting around. He crawls on top of me so that we are chest to chest.
He pins me down with his viridian stare.
“I want to look in your eyes while I fill you with cum.”
My heart is pounding, amped into overdrive by his promise.
He lifts my legs over each of his shoulders and spits on his hand. He spreads the lubricating saliva over his cock and my hole before leaning forward, curling my body and bending my ass into the air.
He presses the smooth, slick head of his cock into my opening and then slowly inches himself inside.
“Uuuh!” I cry out in pleasure-pain as his cock keeps sinking and sinking. “Fuck!”
When he is completely buried to the base, he pauses while I pant, adjusting to the size of him inside me. His eyes stay locked onto mine as he leans his weight completely into me. I cry out as I feel his dick digging into my prostate. I nearly cum right then and there.
“Shit!” I gasp.
He kisses me softly and starts to grind his hips back and forth. It feels like we are one person, the friction so subtle that it’s almost like he’s moving one of my own bones. As though his dick has always existed inside my body.
He lowers himself down to his elbows, his strong forearms taking residence on either side of my face. I feel enclosed and relish the arousal of him encasing me with his muscular arms and pecs.
“Your ass is tight,” he grins, his accent hitting the ‘t’ hard. He sighs as he pushes in and out, the muscly tension in my cunt causing him to slow down. I get the sense he is worried he might cum too quickly if he goes too hard in my tight hole, so I grab his ass with my hands and ram him back inside me.
“Fuck me fast, fuck me hard. Don’t deny yourself.”
He stares me in the eyes, double checking. I stare back at him.
And then he loses it.
He starts slamming into me, thrusting so hard that I start bouncing up and down on the soft hotel bed. The sharp sound of skin slapping together echoes off the walls as he pounds me. He doesn’t stop. He pumps and pumps and pumps and pumps.
The chlorinated steam shimmering from his body sends me into overdrive. I close my fist around my own cock and begin to rigorously pump.
Sweat pools on his forehead and drips down his nose. It falls into my open mouth as he destroys my hole like he’s shoving a jackhammer into my ass.
I grab his nipple with my free hand, and pinch it hard. He growls with pleasure and his thrusts get harder, more aggressive.
He continues to fuck me, his breathing getting heavier and louder.
“I’m gonna cum,” I pant, and he grins with dark delight.
“Look at me!” he demands.
And then we lock eyes once again and it is one of the most sexually arousing moments of my life. His desire is infectious. It’s as though his eyes are fucking me beat for beat in time with his dick.
I jerk my cock, feeling the penetrating thrusts of his stare make it bulge and swell, begging to explode.
“Cum inside me,” I beg, tugging at his nipple.
His thrusts get fast and his mouth falls open, a moan escaping from it.
“Yes…” he pants, never breaking eye contact.
“Yes…” he growls, a bit louder this time, his pace increasing.
He keeps fucking me with both his cock and his green eyes, slamming into me again and again and again until…
“YES!”
We both burst.
He roars in my face and his dick explodes inside me, just as I shoot a glorious string of hot sticky cum all over his chest. I rub my jizz into his nipple while pumps his own deep into me. He thrusts and pants and groans, spasming and twitching, my ass clenched tight as it drains his dick. He never once looks away, our eyes are fused together. I can feel the warmth inside me and it keeps on coming and coming. Rivers of sweet cum spilling from his cock, filling my ass.
After a few minutes, he finally breaks eye contact and falls on top of me.
I can still feel the cum oozing from his cock. He leans up on his elbow and kisses me. He looks into my eyes and I see that his have gone soft. They are peaceful, as though they are resting and recovering, gathering their strength until the next time they are called upon to fuck the life out of someone.
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