Chapter 5
Thane
My heart surges in my chest as I watch my man— my soon to be husband— lean over the bar in the lobby of our hotel and flirt with the bartender. I don’t understand how I got so lucky, but I’m going to make sure Madden knows every second of our lives together how insanely in love with him I am.
But for tonight, I’m just a stranger in a bar in Vegas who’s going to take Madden up to my room and debauch him.
My heart hammers as I watch Madden throw his head back and laugh, leaning farther over the bar top and likely batting his eyelashes at the poor, helpless man. God, he’s just as beautiful as the first time I laid eyes on him. Maybe more beautiful, because now I know all his rough patches too. Like a well-loved stuffed animal, all patchy fur and missing eyes, but now it’s special to you in a way it wasn’t when it was shiny and new.
“Hey gorgeous, can I buy you a drink?” I offer, letting my gaze roam over my man with abandon. Not that I don’t check out Madden every chance I get, but sometimes you get a little complacent with someone you’ve been with for a while. I’m not sure I take the time to savor the sight of him like I used to.
“I already have a drink,” he points out, holding up what I’d guess is a coke with lime.
A smile tugs at my lips. He’s not going to make this game too easy for me, it seems.
“Ah, I understand. Would you mind some company anyway? Maybe I can buy the next round?”
Madden looks me up and down assessingly.
“Sure, have a seat,” he gestures to the open stool beside him. “You have a name?”
Oh shit, I should’ve come up with a name.
“Uh...Mr. Black,” I grasp at the first thing that comes to mind. Madden arches and eyebrow at me, his lips pressed into a thin line— clearly trying not to laugh at me.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Black. I’m Colby.” He offers me his hand, and I shake it, lingering a few extra moments with his hand in mine, holding his gaze.
After another drink and some heavy flirting, my dick is hard from all the little touches and smiles Madden— or should I say Colby— is throwing my way.
“Listen, I’m going to go ahead and lay my cards on the table. You’re hot, and I’d love to go back to my room and make you come so hard you’ll be seeing stars for a week.”
“Okay,” Madden agrees, finishing his soda in one gulp and hopping off the bar stool. “Let’s go.”
In the elevator, Madden rubs up against me, his mouth on my neck alternating between kisses and light nips. I grab his ass, kneading his cheeks in my hands and watching the floor numbers slowly climb.
Mercifully, we finally reach the eighth floor, and we tumble out of the elevator, stumbling toward our room with our hands all over each other.
I push Madden up against the door, shoving my tongue into his mouth while my hand sneaks up under his shirt. My fingers dance across the smooth planes of his stomach, and he shudders under my touch. Madden arches his hips and our cocks grind together through our jeans.
Our gasps and moans mingle in our joined mouths as we writhe against each other.
A throat clears behind us, and I reluctantly pull my mouth away from Madden’s to see who’s so rudely interrupting us.
A middle-aged woman is just coming out of her room across the hall, fixing us with a disapproving glare.
“Sorry, got a bit carried away,” I apologize as Madden chuckles against my shoulder. I turn back to him and snatch the key card out of his hand. Reaching around him, I slide it into the lock, and when it lights up green, I push it open, shoving Madden through the open door and letting it slam shut behind us.
“So, what do you like, Mr. Black?” Madden asks with a playful smirk as he tugs my shirt over my head.
“I like a tight hole strangling my cock,” I rumble, grabbing Madden by the ass and hauling him against me again.
“Mmmm, I don’t bottom for just anyone Mr. Black,” Madden says, wiggling in my arms so I can feel his hard cock against my thigh. “You’re going to having to earn it.”
“Gladly,” I agree, lifting Madden up and tossing him down on the bed.
He scrambles backward to reach the top of the bed, while I strip out of my jeans, leaving them in a pile at the foot of the bed. I wrap my hand around my erection and stroke it slowly as Madden’s eyes grow wide, and his pupils dilate. He licks his lips when a drop of pre-cum beads at the tip.
I walk around the side of the bed and when I reach the head, Madden shuffles closer, his eyes still trained on my dripping cock. He licks his lips again and looks up at me with an uncharacteristic submission in his eyes, asking for permission. I was skeptical playing strangers would be any different than our regular—and might I add active—sex life. But I can see now there are certain parts of Madden dying to come out that need the excuse of roleplay to appear. And maybe a little bit for me, too.
I tangle my fingers in Madden’s hair and drag him closer. My other hand is still wrapped around my cock, and I guide it to his lips. I rub the head along his bottom lip, smearing my pre-cum there. Then, Madden parts his lips, and I tease the tip of my cock between them. The base of my erection and my balls tingle with anticipation as I drag out what’s become typical foreplay between us, making it leagues more interesting. Don’t get me wrong, even after almost two years together, our sex life is phenomenal. But it’s not uncommon for certain things to become routine.
The tip of Madden’s tongue flutters against the sensitive V on the underside of my cock, and my hips twitch with the urge to bury myself deep in his throat. Rather than rush, I pull my head out of his mouth, and with my hands still firmly in his hair, I drag the full length of my erection along his lips. His tongue teases along every ridge and vein, and I groan low in my throat.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Madden’s hand sneak down the front of his pants and my cock throbs against his lips.
“I need you naked.” I pull away from his mouth and climb onto the bed, straddling him and making quick work of his shirt, and then shuffling down to tug his pants off.
Madden’s cock lays hard against his stomach, the tip glistening. Still straddling him, I align our erections and wrap them both in my fist.
He moans and cants his hips, fucking our cocks against each other in my tight grip, our pre-cum slicking the way. Madden’s hands clutch at my ass, surely leaving finger shaped bruises. When his body starts to tremble and his thrusts into my fist become jerky, I stop jerking him and squeeze the base of his cock hard, to hold him off from coming yet.
“Dammit, fuck you,” he complains in a raspy voice.
“I’m not done with you yet. If I only get one night with a hot-as-fuck guy in Vegas, I’m not going to waste it jerking us off,” I say, and Madden groans in frustration. “Do you have lube in your bag?”
“Yeah, side pocket.”
I swing my leg over him and go to where his bag is sitting on the floor by the dresser. It only takes me a second to find the small bottle of lube he brought.
“Flip over,” I tell him when I reach the bed.
Madden flips over without argument and spreads his legs.
I drop the lube on the bed and settle between his legs. He looks so perfect, spread out and waiting for me. There’s no hint of tension in his body as he lays pliable to my touch while I run my hands over his back and over the swell of his ass. With a cheek in each hand, I spread his ass open and moan at the sight of his pretty, pink hole.
I circle my thumb around the puckered entrance, and he whimpers, thrusting back against me. I put my hands on his hips and pull them higher, so I can bury my face between his cheeks, my tongue lapping at his pucker. He softens under my strokes, and I shove my tongue inside, eliciting a deep moan.
“Fuck me, please fuck me,” he begs, thrusting against my tongue.
“Are you always this eager to get fucked by a stranger?” I tease, wiping the back of my hand against my mouth.
“No, just you. Now, hurry up and get that big dick inside me.”
I reach for the lube and slather a generous amount onto my shaft, and then smear the remainder around Madden’s hole, doing a quick prep with two fingers to make sure he’s ready for me.
When I press inside, Madden throws his head back and cries out.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” he chants, fucking himself onto my cock when I try to slow down to let him adjust.
“You’ve got a greedy hole, don’t you?”
“Only for you,” Madden repeats, and his words settle in my chest. I know we’re playing a game right now, but I have no doubt those words are the truth, meant only for me.
And then words falter as I fuck into him hard and deep, each one of his desperate moans settling in my core and driving me higher. Sweat trickles down my back from the exertion, and I grunt every time my balls slap against Madden’s.
I snake my hand around his waist and wrap it around his cock, jerking him in time with my thrusts. His already tight channel constricts around me. I angle my hips to make sure I peg his prostate, and with one last guttural moan, he spills all over my hand. And, with only a few more thrusts, I join him, pumping my cum deep inside him.
“Damn,” I mutter, collapsing beside Madden and then pulling him into my arms. I pepper his face with little kisses while he laughs and gives a few token struggles before relaxing into my touch.
“That was fun.”
“Mmhmm,” I agree, my eyelids feeling heavy.
“Want to grab a nap before we meet everyone at ten?”
“Mmhmm,” I murmur again, rolling onto my side and maneuvering Madden to be the little spoon so we can both sleep.