Chapter Eleven
Don’t go Changing
“Walt, stop. I don’t need all that.”
“Just let me do it! Come on, I want to give you pleasure.”
“You’re going too far!”
“I am not. Just relax and enjoy it.”
I was reclined in a beautiful burgundy leather chair with a glass of champagne, smiling up at Walt, who stood before me and tossed his phone from hand to hand. The suite was amazing, spacious and luxuriant with two bedrooms, a dining room and small kitchen, plus this gorgeous, open living area we were in now. Shea had really gone all out, but maybe this was just normal to him. He did live a rather opulent life, especially for his age. Still, it gave me a twinge of guilt that little brother had been ready to roll out the red carpet for me. But now, big brother was continuing the tradition. “I don’t need all this stuff, Walt. I’m a simple man.”
“Simple minded you mean.”
I laughed. “Fuck you. You’re simple minded.”
“I know you don’t need all this stuff, Julien.” He rolled his eyes. “This is about want, not need.”
I smirked, because much as I wanted to feign annoyance, it cracked me up when used that whiny voice to imitate me. “I don’t talk like that.”
“Just stop arguing and let me spoil you. Surf and turf? Lobster and steak? It’s the best in town. And you said you felt guilty about Shea getting the suite for you, so if we order from Asiago, we’ll be kind of paying him back. Giving him business.”
“You’re very slick with your rationalizations.”
“I’m a businessman. And I’m in the hospitality business. So let me be hospitable. To refuse me would be ungracious.”
“Okay. I graciously acquiesce.”
He beamed. “Good. Just relax, I’ll call.”
“I couldn’t get any more relaxed.”
“Oh you could and you will, I’m gonna see to that.”
After arriving at the suite, I got Walt’s injured hand wrapped up with an icepack and he took some pain pills. He rested for all of ten minutes before he was up and bouncing around on the phone, ordering things. Things he said we’d ‘need’ for the night. It was insane, like watching a young prince on a spending binge.
His word did carry a lot of weight in this town, because soon knocks were coming at the door as item after item was delivered to the suite. All manner of personal and bathroom supplies, soda, champagne, fruit juice, expensive whisky, cheesecake. He had both suits we’d worn earlier picked up and taken off to dry clean, and ordered clothes and shoes for us from a nearby store, so we’d have something to wear tomorrow, since we didn’t pack a bag. Two outfits each, ‘So we’d have a choice’ in the morning. It went on and on.
Pajamas for each of us, because ‘this was a pajama party’ he said, and we needed to be comfortable. My comfort was his priority, and I had to admit, his efforts were working. He’d grinned goofily when he made the pajama party comment, but it did put me at ease, because I’d been nervous when we arrived, not knowing exactly what tonight was or was not supposed to be. I was so attracted to this man, but wasn’t sure what was going on in his head as far as spending the night. I wanted him, God I wanted him, but this was all new and the circumstances were unique. The very idea of going to bed with Walt made my stomach tumble in twenty different ways, but there was a cautious desperation inside me as well—I didn’t want to screw this up, this delicate, impossible, amazing thing happening between us.
But Walt had taken things out of my hands and decided for both of us what this night would be, like he knew I needed him to. I was at ease now and felt no pressure, just happiness and warmth, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed so much. Walt was laughing a lot too, seemingly aware his actions were ludicrous and over-the-top, so I suspected he was doing it not only to spoil me, but to entertain me. I was actually wearing slippers right now. Slippers. All I needed was a pipe and a smoking jacket.
“Hi, this is Walter Cook,” he spoke into the phone. “Can I get a delivery to Preston Hotel for two surf and turf please?” He paced the floor, phone to his ear. “Uh huh. Yes, that Walter Cook.” He rolled his eyes and I laughed. “No no, not on the house, I want to pay for it myself.”
I got up and went to look at the hot tub, so I wouldn’t be listening in on Walt’s credit card details. The hot tub had its own room at the back of the suite, huge skylights and windows looking down over the town of Landing, heavy rain beating against the glass. Walt ordered swim shorts in case we wanted to use the tub, which I found endearing, because he didn’t just assume we’d be getting naked. Which a lot of guys would have, considering where we were and that we were spending the night.
But everything about Walt was different from most guys I’d dated. He seemed happy just to be with me, regardless if he got anything in return. And I couldn’t deny that I was downright giddy to be here with him.
“Hey.” He came into the hot tub room, and my eyes traveled over his body. How anyone could look so sexy in just a tee shirt and pajama bottoms was mind blowing. “What are you smiling at?”
“You look good in your jammies,” I said.
He actually flushed, which thrilled me. I loved seeing evidence of my effect on him, particularly because he was usually the one doing the teasing. And also, because it told me this was real. That small, insecure part of me that remembered a time long ago when he was an unattainable dream, kept trying to convince me this wasn’t real. People didn’t get to grow up and have a second chance with their first crush, their first heartbreak. That was a fairytale. Well...it was a fairytale if you could squint your eyes and ignore the battered knuckles, the blood-stained suits sent to the dry cleaners, and the fact that my prince had bouts of rage and anxiety so powerful they made him hyperventilate.
But right now, in moments like this where it felt like my ultimate fantasy, every blush, every heated gaze, every hug where I could feel his heart speed up, reassured me that I was still firmly planted on earth. This was really happening.
“You look good in your jammies too,” he said. He grabbed my face and kissed my chin. We hadn’t shared a real kiss again yet, though I could tell he wanted to. He kept glancing at my mouth, but seemed shy about it.
“Thank you.” My breath quickened, even from that quick kiss on my chin. I doubted he realized that every small touch from him sent me reeling.
“Food’s coming,” he said. “Should be here soon. I forgot to ask how you like your steak, so I just ordered them both medium.”
“That’s perfect. Again though, you didn’t have to do all this. I would have been happy with a burger from room service.”
“Nonsense. Julien, today you witnessed the absolute worst, I mean literally the fucking worst aspects of my life. Of being with Walt Cook. At least let me show you some of the perks.”
“But this isn’t really who you are. Is it? Up here in your tower, giving orders and ruling over the kingdom of Landing?”
He chuckled. “The kingdom of Landing. That’s good.” Looking out the window, the rain made shadowed patterns across his handsome face. “You’re right. It’s not really me. I don’t miss this place. In fact, I kind of miss Gullport already.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. My house. My dogs. Standing on the cliff and looking at the lighthouse. Gullport feels like home now.” He turned to me and smiled. “But I’m not a king in Gullport. I’m a king here, and I really want to spoil you tonight, while I have the chance. So will you just let me? Please?”
“Of course.” I leaned in and brushed his lips with mine, a brief, soft kiss. His eyelashes fluttered before he beamed, his smile so wide it made me laugh. “You like that?”
He wiggled his butt, making me laugh harder.
“What is that little dance?”
“I’m wagging my tail.”
I snorted. “Cute.”
“Kissing you gets me tingly. Can we...do more of that later?”
“Oh, yes.”
Suddenly his arms were around me, and I inhaled his scent, burying my face in his hair as he hugged me. Walt was a hugger, I was learning. Or maybe it was just with me. He’d periodically just grab me and squeeze me tight, like he was afraid I’d get away if he didn’t hold on. “You ask why I’m doing all this for you,” he said, his voice soft and low. “This is actually our second sleepover, Julien.”
I stilled. “Shit. I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Yeah. Fifteen years since the first one. Which was one of the shittiest nights of both our lives, and we didn’t make it ‘til morning. So I want to make this perfect. Maybe it sounds corny. But that’s what’s on my mind tonight.”
“It doesn’t sound corny.” My hands drifted to his face and I turned his head to look at me. “You already have made it perfect. Just by saying that shit right there.” His eyes flicked to my mouth, and I smiled. “I’m gonna kiss you again now. Because fuck waiting ‘til later.”
He uttered no clever quips or silly response this time. No wagging his tail. Not even a smile, just a raw, needy look in his eyes as I leaned in, my hands still gently holding his face.
His eyes closed, breath shaking as our lips met in a slow, tender kiss. I drew back, and his hands slid under my arms and around my shoulders, pulling me in again with a soft whimper, wanting more. I obliged, taking his mouth again, my senses drowning in his taste.
A scrape of stubble and nick of teeth as he kissed me harder, and his arms tightened around me. Then his hold on me loosened, palms gliding lower, over my ribcage, my waist, resting tentatively on the curve of my ass. With a soft gasp he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against mine. “Love the way it feels when our bodies are pressed together.”
“Me too.”
He leaned back, putting space between us, and the look in his gorgeous brown eyes made my cock swell. His hands smoothed over my shoulders, then he was walking me toward the window, pressing my back against it, his hands coming up and resting on either side of my jaw. Then he just looked at me, the moment stretching out. His expression was so serious, so intense my nerves began jumping and a flush climbed my neck. No one had ever looked at me that way. There was something unspoken in his gaze, in his silence.
“What?” I whispered. “Why you staring at me like that?”
“You have no fucking idea how beautiful you are,” he said. “You’ve never had any fucking idea what you do to me.” Then his mouth was on mine, tongue sliding in deep.
I made a low, desperate sound as he pinned me with his body, working my mouth open wider and kissing me with unrestrained hunger. There was nothing tentative in his kiss anymore, and it shocked me, like some barrier he’d had in place just melted away. No space left between us, his hips met mine and I felt his hardness, the beating of his heart against my chest, his fingers threading through my hair then gripping my head tight, holding me in place while he kissed the life out of me.
He abruptly broke the kiss, his head falling back as he breathed heavily. “Did I mention I like kissing you?” He chuckled. “Damn.”
I took advantage of the moment, my mouth falling upon his exposed neck, sucking and nipping, drawing the skin into my mouth, licking and tasting while he squirmed and moaned. My head spun with how perfect this was, doing all these things to him, taking what I wanted. “Your skin tastes incredible,” I said, kissing up his neck and sucking behind his ear.
He pushed himself harder against me, then hissed when his cock lined up directly with mine. “You’re hard,” he whispered. “Wow, you’re really hard.”
I laughed, then kissed along his jaw, finding his mouth and kissing his lips before easing back. “Well fuck, of course I’m hard. When you kiss me like you just did. That was...unexpected.”
“I know but...” He chuckled, his eyes drowsy, thumbs tracing my lips.
“What?”
“I just knew I wanted to kiss you like that. But your reaction...I didn’t know you liking it would turn me on so much. I’m gonna have a heart attack.” His hands traveled down over my chest and stomach, then slid under my tee shirt, and he inhaled sharply as his fingers drifted upward over my bare skin, brushing my nipples.
“Oh, I like it.” I groaned. “I like even the smallest touch from you, so when you come at me like this...yeah, I like it.”
“I want to take my time and touch every inch of you but every time we start...I lose my mind. I try to slow down but just end up wanting to speed off a cliff.”
“It’s okay.”
He let out a breathy chuckle. “It’s not. I have no control. You’d think I was a fucking virgin.”
“You kind of are.” I waggled my eyebrows. “You never even kissed a guy before me.”
He shoved his hips against me, making me gasp. His fingers traced my jaw, then one of them slipped into my mouth, over my tongue. “Yeah,” he said. “Never kissed a guy before you. But I’m sure getting the hang of it quick.”
My dick throbbed and my heart felt ready to bust out of my chest.
“Sure getting a taste for it,” he whispered. “For this tongue of yours.”
I sucked his finger, holding his gaze, and his breath shivered. The finger slipped out of my mouth, his tongue replacing it as his lips pressed hard onto mine. Growling, he grabbed my wrists and suddenly my arms were pinned over my head against the window.
I moaned and my hips lurched to meet his. When his tongue began fucking my mouth, I opened wider, letting him take all he wanted. His taste, the sensation of his body lined up with mine, the sound of rain hitting the windows, and the naughty, delicious feeling of being trapped with my arms pinned over my head... Goddamn, he was gonna make me come in my pants if he kept this up, it was insane. Through the thin fabric of our pajamas, he rubbed his cock against mine as he kissed me, and I was coming apart fast.
I’d playfully taunted him about virginity and now he was showing me. Showing me that he might be inexperienced with guys but he knew how to turn someone on, and he was good at it. Not only good at it, he was loving it, chuckling into my mouth when I released another full, loud moan. He let go my lips just long enough to say, “You like this, huh?” Then he had me again, tongue in my mouth, hips thrusting, fingers tightening around my wrists.
About to lose it, I turned my head to break the kiss, panting. “Walt...I’m gonna fucking blow, stop.”
He smiled, looking delighted. “You serious?”
“Deadly fucking serious.”
He released my hands and held my face, thumbs stroking below my ears as our breath mingled. “You just killed me, saying that. You’re killing me, Julien.”
“Let me fix it.”
His eyes widened and he swallowed hard, looking nervous suddenly. “Fix what?”
I turned us around so his back was against the glass, then dropped to my knees in front of him. I looked up at him, my palms sliding up his thighs, then I ran my fingers along the elastic band of his pajama bottoms. “If you wanna lose control, then do it. And let me taste it.”
“Oh Jesus.” His eyes closed. “Julien...you don’t have to.”
“I want to.” I slowly slid his pajama bottoms down to his hips, not yet exposing his cock, but already drooling over the tawny flesh below his navel. I looked up to find him staring down at me, eyes wild with lust. I licked my lips. “I wanna suck your cock and show you what you’ve been missing all these years.”
He groaned and his brows pinched. “Oh...God.”
I drew his PJs down to his knees. “Let me take care of you. Say yes.”
“Julien,” he whispered, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. “Yes, and God help me.”
For the second time in my life, I rested my hand on Walt’s cock, and he jolted with the contact. He was correct—it was a lot bigger now. Thick and glistening at the head, neatly trimmed hair framing it, balls tight and swollen. I cupped his balls, hearing him gasp as I licked a line up his shaft, stopping before reaching the head.
“I’m not gonna last,” he huffed. “I’m warning you now. No joke, I’m not gonna last.”
His stomach rolled with a quiver, cock bouncing up against his lower belly, and I could see he was telling the truth; he was already about to blow. I opened my mouth wide and took him in whole, tasting the salty tang of him, filling my mouth with his smooth girth and sucking him as deep as I could in one sweep. I heard his head hit the glass and a gasp that sounded almost like a sob. I pulled back halfway then took him in to the hilt, fluttering my tongue.
The moment he hit the back of my throat he grunted and hot fluid began to fill my mouth. He wasn’t kidding about not lasting, already pulsing and spasming as hot cum shot down my throat. I tried to bob up and down on him as I swallowed, to make it good for him, but his hips bucked erratically, so I settled for simply surrounding his cock with warmth and pressure, sucking his thick meat as hard as I could, my cheeks hollowing as I drank him down.
“Fuck!” he shouted, his legs buckling, back sliding down the window. “Oh, fuck, fuck, Julien...”
I followed him down, softening my mouth and lathing him with my tongue until he gently pushed me off of him.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. “Son of a bitch.”
He sat with his back against the wall, face dewy with sweat, eyes closed. I fell onto my ass, my boner tenting my PJs as I watched him catch his breath. A scowl formed between his brows, like he was in pain. I was suddenly concerned, because he’d done a lot of thrashing around throughout the act. “Did you hurt your hand?”
A smile tilted his lips and his eyes opened. “No.” He chuckled. “Believe me, nothing hurts right now.” He hiked his PJ bottoms up as he rose to his knees. His palm slapped my chest and he pushed me onto my back on the floor, making me laugh.
“Whoa, whatcha doing?”
Still kneeling, he straddled me. “I can see the outline of your cock through your pants.”
“Not surprised. It’s a little hard to hide right now.”
“Hard. Yeah.” His dark hair hung in sweaty spikes over his eyes as he looked down at me. He tugged my PJs to my thighs in one swift move, and my boner sprang free. “Oh...yeah. We’re gonna have to do something about this, aren’t we, Julien?”
I whimpered when he ran a finger over the head, trailing it down my shaft.
“Like I told you,” he said, looking into my eyes. “I’ve still got one good hand.”
My back arched when his big hand curled around my dick. “Oh shit,” I hissed.
“Let me feel you lose control now. I wanna see it.”
My breath caught when his fist tightened and began pumping me fast, his grip a little rough but making my nerves sing and then scream with pleasure. With the rhythmic speed he used it didn’t take long, and soon I was howling in bliss as spurt after spurt shot in an arc through the air, splashing onto my tee shirt and coating his hand. “Holy...fuck,” I huffed.
I grew dizzy as the orgasm lingered, gasping at the sheer power of it, then experiencing an aftershock just from the sight of Walt kneeling over me with those dark, focused eyes.
When it was finally done, leaving me gasping and husked out, he stared down at me with something like awe, a half smile curving his lip. “Damn, Julien.” He examined his sticky hand, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, then licking his finger. “I made you come,” he said with a chuckle.
“Ah, yeah!” I laughed, using the back of my hand to wipe off a bit splattered onto my chin. “I’d fucking say so. For a second there, I wasn’t sure I was gonna stop.”
“That was amazing. Can’t believe I just made you come like that.”
I snickered, unable to help myself. I’d never seen a guy look so happy to have gotten me off. “I’m hoping it was at least as amazing letting me make you come?”
“Julien...” His smile slid away and he shook his head. “I don’t have words for that.”
A hard knock sounded on the suite door, and we both looked that way. I laughed and slid my hands over his hips, squeezing his ass cheeks. “That’s okay,” I said. “You don’t need words. Plus, it’s dinner time.”
“I’ll get it.” He wiped his hand on my tee shirt, chuckling. “You’re covered in jizz. Covered.”
“You really like that, don’t you?”
He nodded, still with the sly grin. “I hate that I have to get up, I like the sight so much.”
The knock on the door came again. “You better get that.”
“Yeah.” He chuckled. “Can’t let the lobster get cold.”
He climbed to his feet and left the room. I sat up. Dizziness threatened, and I realized it wasn’t just from the sex. I’d barely eaten all day, the mere thought of food making my stomach rumble loudly.
I heard Walt speaking out in the suite, then the door closed.
“Food’s here!”
A waft of delicious smells hit me as I got up and walked out of the hot tub room. Walt was setting a huge paper bag down on the dining table. He looked up and smiled when I walked in. “Sit down,” he said. “I’ll get plates and drinks.”
“I need to go clean up first.”
He rounded the table and grabbed my face, kissing me softly. “Not yet, okay?”
“Not yet...what?”
“Don’t change.”
My brows rose in surprise. “Don’t change?”
“Don’t clean up yet. Have dinner like this.” His finger trailed down my tee shirt, which was splattered with wet spots. His breath shivered. “I like it. Seeing the stains on you. We can clean up after. Please?”
I frowned, but a strange warmth spread through me. “That’s what you want?”
“Yes.” He rested his forehead against mine. “Is that weird?”
“Yes,” I said, and he pouted, making me laugh. “But it’s also kind of hot. You know...” I slipped my arms round his waist. “I do have more where that came from. It will require food and rest probably, but...”
“I know, but it was our first time,” he said. “And I liked doing it. Watching. Knowing it was me making that happen for you. I want to enjoy it a bit longer. Okay?”
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll stay dirty while we eat.”
“Thank you.” He kissed my cheek, then led me to the table. “Sit.”
I sat, content and happy as Walt set the table then poured me champagne. Then I ravenously ate the delicious lobster and steak from Shea’s restaurant, whilst wearing a shirt splattered with jizz. We chatted about bullshit and nonsense, teasing each other and easing back into our usual banter. But there was an undertone to it all, the soft giddiness of sexual afterglow.
And Walt had a new smile throughout dinner, a unique one I couldn’t recall seeing before. Each time his eyes darted from my tee shirt to my face again, his cheeks dimpled like he was trying to suppress a grin, and his eyes danced. I’d always loved his smiles, especially the one I thought of as his secret smile. But I liked this new one even better. I tried to come up with an equally poetic name for it, but at the moment could only dub it more crassly ‘the semen smile’.
But regardless of what I called it, it was beautiful. And I hoped to see it more.