Like a blessing from the gods of love, the room was empty. Light streamed in through gauzy curtains. The floors were shining wood, covered with old beautiful rugs. A wardrobe stood in the corner, a clothing rack next to it.

There was a kitchenette, a bar, a couch, and some chairs. And mirrors. So many mirrors. A big three-way mirror stood in the room, probably for members of the bridal party to examine themselves before exiting.

Rhett locked the door behind us. “I noticed on the schedule there are no other weddings or events today so this room will be unbothered.”

My jaw dropped before I could stop it. “You are crazy!” I gasped. “You planned this?”

He shrugged. “Nah, but I like to know what is going on everywhere I go, you know? Always note the exits, always size up every person in the room, and always know as much about a place as you can.”

I blinked. “I guess I kind of do that but…not to that extent,” I stammered.

He turned me around and without another word pushed me up against the wall. The sheer force of his strength and our combined weight reverberated the wall. I looked up and around, expecting someone to walk in to investigate the crash.

He wrapped his arm around me, and cupped my chin with his free hand. His blue eyes, now gray in the darkened room, searched mine back and forth. “No one is coming in. We have this space, and we have this time.”

I tipped my head back, feeling the cool wall on my scalp, and slid my arms up and around his neck. I let his eyes search mine. “What do you want to do about it?” I said, biting my lip.

He said nothing but pushed up against me, sliding his knee between my legs. He pressed his lips against mine, his lips and tongue devouring me. All I could do was hold on and meet his passion. The now familiar chemistry flickered and flamed between us. It was a force beyond words or comprehension.

The heat of his breath burned my skin as he ran his lips down my neck, nibbling on my skin. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured. His cock pressed into mine, and I ground my hips against his, matching his rhythm.

In a split second he was off me, and pulling me across the room. Dizzy and disoriented, I clung to his hand and stumbled after him. This man, he made me so drunk with lust and awakened energy and the promise of a new world. I had to follow. I had to see what was next.

He pulled me to the three-way mirror and stood behind me, his arms around my waist. I leaned my head back on his shoulder, and admired our reflections. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Oscar,” he growled in my ear.

I wanted to laugh. This guy, this…model. This rough around the edges, slightly scruffy hot as fucking hell fireman thought I was gorgeous?

“It’s not funny,” he said. “You are.” He shook me in his arms, and I let him, thrilling at the power he wrapped around me.

“You are,” I panted. My cock jutted forward from my dress pants, altering the line of my suit.

“That cock,” he said. He bit my ear, just hard enough a bolt of lightning zipped up and down my spine. He reached around and stroked me though my pants. I moaned, trying not to let it turn into a whimper.

“Can you stand up?” he whispered, right in my ear, his hot breath breezing on the bite he’d just left.

I nodded, unable to speak. I leaned against him like he was my only vertical support.

He chuckled, and backed away from me, allowing me to regain my balance. “Stay right there,” he said.

I furrowed my brows. Where was he going? I liked being in his arms. Then I remembered his promise earlier, of what he wanted to do to me, and vowed to stay standing and not complain.

He slid himself around me, never losing contact with my body. He trailed his fingers along my back, my arms, and my shoulders. Did he have experience with horses? I wanted to ask but I didn’t want to spoil the moment by talking.

He stood in front of me, and put his forehead against mine. His seduction of me complete, I could only wait for him to take what he wanted. I reveled in the total reception of his attention. I would reciprocate, soon.

For now, I sensed, he wanted to be in charge. No, not wanted. Needed to be in charge.

Intoxicated, I breathed his air in and he breathed out. He caught my intention and did the same. Our air swirled between us like an energy circuit. As he breathed out, I breathed in. This was better than any high I’d ever had, more sublime and real than any sex I’d ever had, and more soul activating than any contact I’d ever had.

“Fucking hell,” he whispered, gripping me tighter.

I could only nod.

He pulled my head back and kissed me. Slow. Excruciating. Despite myself, I whimpered. He reached down to my pants and belt, slid the pads of his fingers along my sensitive stomach, and untucked my shirt as he went.

Through this he kissed me over and over. Deft fingers unbuckled and opened my pants in an instant. My pants dropped to the floor with a clink, and he smiled with his mouth on mine.

“I love that sound,” he said into our kiss. He slid his palm down the length of my cock over my shorts.

“Oh god,” I threw my head back and moaned.

“You can just call me Rhett,” he said, laughing softly at my reaction. He dropped to his knees, sliding his hands down my body as he went. He put one hand around me and cupped my ass in his hand and slid his face back and forth against my cock.

I never wanted to be anywhere else but with Rhett. In his arms, in his company, in his…

All thoughts left me. He pulled my cock out of my fly. He admired it, and grinned up at me. Then he slid his lips against my throbbing and aching head. His soft touch drove me crazy. I sighed in frustration and thrust my hips forward.

“Enough teasing,” he agreed. He opened his mouth and ran his tongue down the front of my cock, slicking to the root and back up to the tip. “I did say I was going to lick you all over, didn’t I?” He reached between my legs with one hand and pushed them apart. I adjusted my stance, willing myself not to fall over.

“Don’t lock your knees,” he said. And with that, he gripped my cock in his tanned fist, and lifted it up. He ducked under and slid his tongue under my balls. He probed and slid not missing a spot.

I didn’t think my cock could get harder but it did. I looked down to admire his face buried between my legs, my cock in his grip. My slickness beaded up and then slid down onto his hand. He adjusted and took it into his hand to lubricate his hold on me.

He was in no hurry. The sensation between tickling and erotic pleasure was so exquisite I held back my moans. Instead I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, and savored the sensation of him tasting me on my sensitive skin.

I heard his own belt unbuckle and looked down. He pulled himself out, all without losing his grip on me. He pumped his dick while slurping my balls, and holding my shaft in his tight and not-enough-movement grip. I rocked my hips back and forth to try to get him to stroke me, but he just chuckled and teased me mercilessly with his tongue.

Finally, finally, finally he relaxed his hold and ran his tongue all the way up my shaft until he reached the head. He tasted the fresh bead of precum on the top and rolled his eyes back in his head. “Mmmm,” he said. I thought he might say more but he just opened his mouth and took me in, all the way in. All the way down his damn throat.

I gasped again and ran my fingers through his hair. I gathered his thick hair up and around, and gripped it for dear life. My heavy balls laid on his chin, my cock gone down his tight and grasping throat. His tongue still ran up and down against the underside of my shaft.

I didn’t think it could get any better. Then he pulled back a little and then slammed himself into me.

He wants me to fuck his mouth. I almost came on the spot. I didn’t know this was a thing in real life. He sucked and pulled at me, so even if I didn’t move, he was going to make me come. He rocked back and forth, pleasuring my cock in a way I’d only dreamed of.

The sensation swirled inside me, and gathered at the base of my spine and coiled in my cock. I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t hold still.

He encouraged me to move harder and faster until finally I was fucking his face full speed, my balls slapping against his chin. “Mmmmm,” he said again, and the hum vibrating on my throbbing cock pulled me right to the edge.

I needed to stop. I had to stop or I was going to —

I tried to stop. But Rhett shook his head and fucked my cock with his mouth harder. He wanted this. He wanted to swallow my come. He told me earlier. I let go. Every bit of me holding back, keeping me from falling into orgasm, released, and I dropped into the abyss.

The waves of pleasure momentarily paused and then exploded into a detonation that rocked pulse after pulse of sheer pleasure through my body. It didn’t stop, it wasn’t stopping. I was going to go blind if it didn’t stop.

Rhett’s relentless mouth sucked every drop of come and orgasm out of me. He didn’t stop until I was completely spent, and my big soft cock flopped out of his mouth. So sensitive, so happy. He gave the tip one last kiss and then stretched and straightened his back.

Chair. Need chair. Can’t stand up. I looked around, and saw a chair a few feet away. I pulled my clothes up just enough to walk, and got them up the rest of the way to the chair. I sunk into the seat. My normally straightened hair twisted in curls from the dampness on my forehead.

Rhett watched me, smiling. He still held his cock, rock hard, not yet spent. It perfectly matched the rest of him. Chiseled, proportional, beautiful.

“Come here,” I said, feeling my lazy smile slur out the words.

He knelt, cock in hand, bare ass visible in the three-way mirror, and considered.

“Let me suck your cock,” I said. “You tasted me. Let me taste you.”

He smiled, his eyelids heavy, and stood up, kicking his shoes and pants away. He stalked to me, his cock waving in the air beyond his fist holding the base. I didn’t think I could take all of him, but I was willing to try.

He stood in front of me, and looked down. I slouched down until his cock was mouth level. I took it in both hands, and he pulled his hand away. He twined his fingers in my hair, which would be completely curly by the end of this adventure, and waited.

I opened my mouth and slid onto his cock, flattening my tongue and running its rough surface down his shaft on the way into my mouth. I gripped his cock and popped my mouth off, for just a moment, lubricating my hand with my saliva.

He moaned in approval, and I slid my fist up and down his cock in a swirling motion, added his cock in my mouth to completely engulf him, and marveled at his hot deliciousness.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he whispered. “Just like that, keep doing that.” He raised up on his toes, like he couldn’t help himself.

I kept it up, sliding my pace with his rocking hips until he tensed and gasped. “I’m gonna come!”

I smiled on his cock and picked up my pace, just a little. This threw him over the edge and he moaned and shook, thrusting into my fist and mouth, pulling and twisting my hair in his fingers. “Fuck!” he groaned out, a long drawn out single syllable.

His cock jerked and then pumped hot down my throat. I swallowed as he came, so many weeks of longing pent up inside me. Finally, when he could take no more, I let him go. He wavered on his feet for a moment and then fell to his knees, leaning in to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my fingers through his hair. “Oscar,” he murmured. “Oscar.”

“I know,” I said. “I feel it too.”