Chapter 7

Andrew

 

After a light lunch, we walked around for a little while. There were a couple of museums up the street from our hotel, and we wandered through them, checking out ancient Roman statues and Renaissance paintings. Not that I absorbed much, and I doubted Eric did either. From the little glances we kept exchanging, he wasn’t any more focused on the art and artifacts than I was. Not with our hotel so close by. Not after that comment he’d made earlier about topping me. From that moment on, I’d been so distracted it was a wonder I could walk in a straight line, and it wasn’t getting any better.

I hadn’t bottomed in a while, and I suddenly wanted to. Like now. I already knew how hot it was to have Eric riding my cock, how hot he looked he was on top of me like that, and my entire body was humming with the need to have him really ride me. There wasn’t a damn thing from ancient Rome or the Renaissance that could pull my focus away from the thought of Eric—naked, sweaty, head thrown back—pounding me until we both collapsed.

Finally, about the time we’d made it to the end of one of the museums, I couldn’t hold back anymore. We’d stopped in front of an impressive mosaic, and I stood close to him, ostensibly so I could see the fine tilework on the wall in front of us. With no one near enough to overhear, I murmured, “Were you serious earlier? About topping me?”

Eric inhaled sharply, and he turned his head just slightly toward me. “That depends. You serious about bottoming?”

“Oh yeah,” I breathed. “Kinda can’t think about anything else.”

He faced me fully, and that wicked grin almost dropped me to my knees. “Yeah?”

I nodded.

He glanced around, probably oblivious to me watching him lick his lips, and when he looked in my eyes again, he said, “Maybe we should get out of here.”

“Maybe we should.”

We grinned at each other, and without another glance at the mosaic, got the hell out of the museum.

As soon as we were in our room, I wrapped him up in a kiss and pushed him up against the door. It reminded me of the first time in his stateroom on the ship—when I’d been tripping over my own feet wanting this beautiful stranger, and suddenly we had each other, and he’d pinned me against the door in a kiss just like this one. Except it was different this time. There was some first-time anticipation because we were changing things up a bit, but mostly there was that knee-shaking need and toe-curling want that came with knowing exactly how good this man was in bed. I wasn’t just hoping the sex turned out to be as good as the kissing and flirting had set it up to be—I knew it would be because it always was.

I kissed up and down his neck, his beard tickling my cheek when I got close to his jaw. He dragged his nails over the back of my shirt and moaned, and damn it, I needed his hands on my skin.

“Should get undressed,” I murmured against his throat.

He made a soft sound that was half grunt, half whimper and then tugged at my shirt. I pulled it up and off, and in seconds, we had his shirt off too. Hot skin pressed against hot skin, and we kissed deep and hard, letting loose all that pent-up need that had kept me from noticing a damn thing in the museum. We clumsily stripped off clothes and pawed at each other in between making out and stumbling across the room. I didn’t care if we were graceful about it—I just wanted to get him into bed. Now.

He pushed me onto my back but didn’t hold me there. Instead, he whispered, “Let me get the toy. So I can…” He shivered, squirming against me. “So I can fuck you.”

I arched under him. “Yes, please.”

He kissed me, then pulled away and rolled to his feet. While I kicked off the last of my clothes, he did the same, and once he was naked, he rifled around in his suitcase for a second before he apparently found what he was looking for. When he held it up, I… hell, I didn’t know what to think. Strap-ons weren’t something I’d used before, or thought about using, so I didn’t even know what I’d expected it to look like. Or not look like.

It was flesh-colored, and at first glance, it almost looked like some kind of torture device. But then I made sense of the shape. Or at least, part of the shape. The front was quite clearly a dildo. A thick, realistic one, too, which made me squirm with anticipation.

The other end curved upward, sort of perpendicular to the dildo, almost like a handle. To my surprise, there wasn’t a belt or a harness or anything with it. Maybe he just hadn’t pulled the out of the suitcase yet.

Or not. He didn’t seem to be looking for any other pieces. Instead, he covered both ends with condoms and lube. Then he pushed the upright end up it into himself, and once it was in place, the whole shape finally made sense—the side I hadn’t understood evidently fit inside him just right to keep the dildo in exactly the right position.

He looked at me, his expression full of amusement with a hint of self-consciousness, and he struck a pose. “What do you think?”

I swallowed. “I, uh…” Holy fuck, this was going to be hot. I was out of breath as I whispered, “Tell me again why we didn’t do this sooner?”

Eric smirked, looking a bit more self-assured now. “Couldn’t break out all the fun stuff right away.”

“Okay, fair.” I moved a little closer. “I always thought strap-ons involved, well, straps.”

“They do.” He shrugged. “I like this kind because it feels a little less artificial. And it actually gets me off too.”

I blinked. “Really?”

“Mmhmm. Took a while to get the hang of it.” He chuckled. “Not to mention learning how to, uh, hold onto it. But now?” His grin made my skin tingle. “You won’t be the only one getting off.”

“And here I thought there was no way this could get any hotter.”

Eric grinned wider. He guided my hand to the toy and closed my fingers around it. With a little nudge from him, I stroked it experimentally, and he bit his lip as he sucked in a breath. Of course he wouldn’t be able to feel the actual movement of my hand, but apparently the motion did something he could feel, and he liked the results. So did I.

He wrapped his arms around me, closing his eyes and rocking his hips with my strokes. “Tell me how you want it,” he whispered, and damn if he wasn’t as breathless as I was.

“How about on my back?” I licked my lips. “I want to watch.”

Eric looked in my eyes, his gleaming with pure, hot lust. “Hell yeah.”

So I stayed on my back, and Eric knelt between my spread legs.

As he opened the lube bottle, he asked, “How much prep do you usually need?”

I shrugged. “Little bit of fingering and I’m good to go.”

Eric nodded and poured some lube on his first and middle fingers. “That I can do.” He teased me with his fingertips, then pressed in. It may have been a while since I’d bottomed, but I was no virgin, and anyway, he’d fingered me before, so it didn’t take him much work to work two slippery fingers inside me. “Like that?”

I nodded. “Uh-huh.” I was impatient to get to the main attraction, but if I didn’t want that part to hurt, there was no avoiding this one. Especially since that toy was not exactly lacking in girth. My toes curled, both from the gentle teasing of his fingers and the crackling anticipation of being fucked.

Eric leaned over me, resting his weight on one hand beside my chest while he finger-fucked me with the other. “I’ve been thinking about this since the first night.”

“Yeah?” I lifted my head to kiss him. “Well, I’ve been thinking about it since the first time you mentioned it.”

Eric grinned and came down for another kiss. I almost asked why he hadn’t mentioned the toy sooner but decided not to. Maybe it was like anal sex for him—something he needed to work up to with someone new, and he just hadn’t been ready to go there until now. Or maybe he’d been having fun bottoming and hadn’t felt the need. All I needed to know was that he obviously wanted it now and was ready to go for it, and so was I.

He kept kissing me, kept gently sliding his fingers in and out, and though we’d been damn near tearing our clothes off earlier, we were more subdued now. It was hard to rush when his hand was so magical, and far be it from me to ever suggest this man stop kissing me. He had me well-prepped and ready for him, but his lips and tongue were driving me as wild as his fingers.

After a while, though, Eric slid his fingers free. He put some more lube on his hand and stroked it onto the condom. Grinning down at me, he said, “You ready?”

“Oh yeah,” I whispered. I spread my legs wider. “Fuck me. Please?”

He licked his lips. Then he looked down, and his brow furrowed as he guided himself in. I tried not to hold my breath. I wasn’t nervous, just excited to the point I thought I might lose it. The toy’s slick head sent a shiver of anticipation through me, and then he leaned just hard enough to push in, and I moaned. He teased me a little, sliding in just the very tip, sliding it back out, then sliding it in again. Eyes squeezed shut, I arched under him. I fucking loved that. As much as I wanted him all the way inside, I loved that initial invasion. Always had.

“Ready for more?” he purred.

I nodded, unable to speak. Eric pushed deeper, and oh God, yeah. I wanted him to slam that thing in and ride me hard, but I didn’t tell him to go for it. Though I had plenty of experience with bottoming, and I relaxed enough to take him without much resistance, I loved how slowly he was moving.

“Like that?” he asked.

I nodded. “Y-yeah. You?”

“Definitely.” He slowly licked his lips, and just as slowly, looked me up and down. “God, you’re hot like this…”

“You’re one to talk,” I whispered, watching my fingers slide through the thin hair on his chest. “Could watch… could watch you do this all day.” Watch it and feel it. Holy fuck.

Eric swore softly, and he picked up some speed and fell into a steady rhythm. A low groan escaped him, and his head fell forward.

I stared up at him, completely mesmerized by the sight of Eric’s lean body, his skin gleaming with sweat and muscles taut with exertion, as he slowly fucked me. The furrow of concentration in his brow. The way he bit his lip. How intently he watched me take him over and over.

“That is…” I licked my lips again. “That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Eric’s eyes met mine, and his wicked grin sent a delicious thrill all the way down to my toes. “View’s pretty damn good from up here, too.”

I grinned back, and with my eyes still locked on his, I closed my fingers around my dick and stroked myself, but not fast or hard. Enough to take the edge off so I didn’t go crazy, but not enough to make me come.

“Oh my God,” he murmured. “You are… so hot.”

I couldn’t speak anymore, so I just moaned, biting my lip as I pumped my cock in time with his thrusts.

He paused and reached between us. The toy moved a little, so he must have been adjusting it somehow. And hell, up until right then, I’d forgotten it was a toy, and I didn’t give a damn what it was as long as he kept sliding it in and out of my hole like that.

He kept a hand between us, maybe steadying the toy and keeping it in the right place to stimulate him, and thrust deep and hard. As he picked up speed, he squeezed his eyes shut. He tilted his hips a little, and a low groan escaped his lips.

“You close?” I asked, still pumping myself furiously.

Eric nodded, moaning softly. “Fuck…”

“God, yeah,” I breathed. My own orgasm wasn’t far away, and it got closer every time he twitched or trembled, every time he bit his lip or pushed out a breath, every time he let that veil of control slip.

He whimpered. Gasped. Then his eyes flew open, and the instant he came, so did I, shooting cum all over my hand and stomach as Eric’s hips jerked and shuddered and our moans mingled in the air. With a long sigh, he collapsed over me. I wrapped my arms around him, and we just breathed for a moment.

When he was steady enough to hold himself up, Eric slid the toy free from me, then from himself, and dropped it unceremoniously off the side of the bed just before he collapsed beside me.

“Any… any fucking time you want to fuck me like that,” I panted. “Say the word.”

Eric grinned. “You like it, huh?”

“Like it is an understatement.”

“Good. Because that was fun.”

“Yeah it was.” I wrapped an arm around him as he cuddled up next to me with his head on my shoulder. We were both still sweaty and there was cum everywhere, but his legs were shaking and I didn’t think mine were much steadier.

“So I guess the lesson today,” he slurred, “is not to make you filthy promises before we go to a museum.”

“Well, not if you want me to actually get anything out of the museum, no.”

Eric looked almost sheepish. Almost. “If you want to go back and go through that place again, we can. I don’t want you to miss anything.”

“I think I’ll be okay. And I’m pretty sure if I walk in, I’ll just start thinking about you topping me again.”

“And then we’ll just end up back in bed with me fucking you.”

I squirmed, holding him tighter. “Pretty much.”

He quirked his lips. “So, want to go back?”

I snorted. “Horndog.”

“Pot. Kettle.” Chuckling, he pushed himself up. “I should get you a towel.”

“Probably not a bad idea.”

We cleaned ourselves off a bit before pulling the sheets up and cuddling together.

Smoothing his hair, I said, “We’re not doing so great at this tourist thing, are we?”

“Why not?” He draped his arm over my stomach. “Just because we keep winding up in bed in the middle of the day?”

“We should probably be out getting cultured and all.”

“We have plenty of time for that.” His hand drifted up to my face, and his playful expression sobered a little. “We’re seeing the sights and everything. But I also want to enjoy you.”

I trailed my fingertips up the back of his forearm, watching the dark hairs fall back into place after I’d disturbed them. “As long as I’m not keeping you from seeing anything you want to see.”

“You’re not. I promise.” He lifted himself up a bit and kissed my lips. “Besides, we’re heading to Pompeii soon, and from what I’ve heard, after that trip? We’ll barely be walking, never mind fucking. So we might as well fuck while we still can.”

I laughed, curving my hand behind his neck. “Well, when you put it like that…”

Eric laughed, came down, and kissed me again.

And we spent the rest of the afternoon fucking while we still could.