Ryan
Tucker and I landed in front of the new hotel that was smack dab in the center of the mall. It went up several stories and was quite the sight. I had no idea how they pulled off making such a huge addition to the mall, and yet it looked like it had been here since the beginning.
Tucker had me sit in the lobby while he checked us in. The place was so fancy, with its plush sofas and huge columns, that I almost felt out of place.
When Tucker came over to me and reached for my hand, I hated to ruin the moment but I had to tell him, “I can’t stay the night. I have to tend to my dogs.”
He smirked and looked me right in the eyes. “This is just for dessert. I’ll return you home after.”
Oh my god, my knees almost buckled right there, I was so weak with anticipation.
“C’mon.” Tucker led me to an elevator made of brass and glass.
As soon as the doors shut, Tucker gently shoved me back along the wall and rubbed himself on me while giving me the most passionate of kisses. He hardly seemed to mind that the glass exposed us to the world.
“I’ve been waiting all night to do this,” he whispered.
I could feel his hardness rubbing against mine. His tongue tasted of salt and beer and I couldn’t get enough. We both were holding onto each others’ head while we kissed, blocking the world out from ourselves. The doors opened and just as quickly as we had become one, we pulled apart and both took a heady breath while we stepped aside. A hotel steward entered the elevator and the doors shut again.
We stood there in awkward silence. Lucky for us, the steward got off on the next floor. As soon as the doors shut again, we returned to where we had left off. When the doors opened at our floor, we didn’t break up, but continued kissing and touching as Tucker haphazardly led us down the hallway to our room.
Tucker paused while still holding on to me to try to use the room key to open the door. Using one hand while opening the door with a key card was impossible, so we finally parted long enough for him to open the door, and then I shoved him inside.
I kicked the door shut behind us, flicked on the light, then we turned and moved as one toward the bed, until we landed right on the mattress.
Tucker rested on top of me as we kissed and felt each other all over.
Having him all to myself still felt like a dream, a fantasy that I’ve held for so long that I couldn’t believe it every time Tucker was bare before me.
And boy, was reality somehow juicier than any fantasy. I took my time feeling every tight muscle on his torso and back, kissing his skin, my kisses slower over his scars. He might have been self-conscious about them, but I saw them as a mark of bravery. To survive with such scars really was a testament to his strength—not only of body, but of mind.
We were both so ridiculously hard, and all that teasing in the lobby and elevator made it so I couldn’t endure any more foreplay. I needed him in me, now.
Tucker was the one to stop me from practically mounting his beautiful body right then and there. “Hold on, there, cowboy,” he said, and he produced from the pocket of his discarded jeans some preparation. He then teased me with it, taking his slow sweet time, seeming to pause to read the instructions just to torture me further.
I snatched the condom from his hand and ripped open the wrapping. “I don’t have time for this,” I breathed heavily, then I rolled it down his length.
“All right, all right,” Tucker said, amused. He popped open the lid of the lubricant and poured some on his fingers. Then he pulled me forward against his chest, his hand reaching around for my ass.
As desperate as I was, I knew I had to let him prepare me, so I buried my head into the crook of his neck, at his mercy. He was gentle as always, however, and first only massaged my rim before sticking his finger inside me.
“Mmmh,” I groaned, my hole already pulsing with need. “More, Tucker.”
He plunged his finger in deeper, thrusting it until I was ready for a second finger. As he worked me, I doused my hands in lubricant then gripped his shaft, the size of him still amazing to me. As I jerked him, I became greedy and pressed my cock against his, holding both of our lengths now, jerking us at the same time.
Tucker had waited long enough and he removed his fingers from inside me. “You ready, Ry?”
I couldn’t muster up any words, so I let out an affirmative sound instead. He then positioned me over his tip, and I slowly lowered onto his length, inch by inch, until he was deep inside me.
“Oh god, Tucker,” I rasped, and he began thrusting. Soon we were rocking against each other so hard that I prayed we didn’t have any neighbors. Eventually my groaning grew such that I worried we might get a noise complaint, but Lord did I not care.
“Fuck, Ry, you feel so good.”
I laughed. “You too.” That encouraged him to pound me harder until the sensation of his tip ramming my prostate was almost too much to handle.
I let out some incomprehensible moans and bit my lip to quiet myself, Tucker’s thrusting reaching a crescendo until we both were overcome with pleasure. I came hard against him as I felt his cock pulsate in climax.
We both were out of breath, out of sense, just gasping as we lay spent together.
It took a few minutes before either of us could speak. Once I finally found my breath, I leaned toward Tucker and told him, “I love you, Tuck. Thank you for dessert.”
“Oh, it was my pleasure,” he replied in a husky voice.
“Want to take a quick shower before we go?”
Tucker sat up. “That sounds perfect.” He slowly moved from the bed, and I followed him to the bathroom. The light came on automatically as we entered, showing us a well-appointed bathroom.
Since we were already naked, we walked into the huge luxury shower with room for many more than just the two of us. It had a huge shower head with numerous settings. He turned the water on and chose the setting that made it feel like we were being rained on. It was soothing and warm.
We both assisted the other with our bathing. The hotel soap smelled of heavenly lavender. The shampoo had a matching soothing scent.
I had noticed earlier when Tucker was leading me to the bathroom that he had a slight limp, so I knew we needed to make this quick so he could go home and rest. I did the hard deed and turned the water off before leading us to the towels.
“C’mon, Tucker. Let’s dry up and call it a night. An amazing night, I might add.”
He gently toweled me off and I reciprocated. It was such an intimate act. He slowed when he got to my cock and I groaned as he dried me with a slight pumping motion.
“For real, Tucker. We need to go.”
“Oh, all right.” He sounded disappointed, yet I knew he must have been relieved. He was in obvious discomfort.
We returned to the room and dressed, joined together one last time for a kiss, and then left the room and hotel. Luckily the mall was still open so we left through it to the other side where we had parked. We held hands the entire walk back to the car.
I felt complete and whole.
On the way back, we rode with the radio on. When we arrived at my house, I leaned over and kissed Tucker with all the passion I felt. “Good night, my hero.”
He blushed and gently touched my cheek. “See you soon, Ry.”
I turned and left his car, weak from our strenuous exercise in the hotel. I barely made it inside to take care of the animals before collapsing head first onto my bed, fully spent. I was out seconds later and slept like a baby, with my two dogs curled up beside me.