you.
Maybe tonight he could talk Carter into going out and having a drink somewhere. All the meds he took precluded him from drinking too much, but if he could get Carter to relax his guard and open up, maybe he could find out a bit more about this mysterious man who’d gripped his heartstrings.
Once he entered the suite, Carter would want and have him on the bed within minutes; Reed had no doubt Carter wasn’t with any other men during their separation. He was insatiable at first; it was part of what drew Reed to him. No one had ever made him feel as desired, as desirable as Carter did, but tonight he hoped for something different. Something more intimate.
The cab rolled up in front of the hotel, and after paying his fare and slamming the door shut behind him, he hoisted his bag over his shoulder and hurried through the front doors. The route through the hotel lobby to the elevators had become rote by now, and the closer he got to seeing Carter, the higher anticipation sizzled through his bloodstream. He breathed deeply to calm his rapidly beating heart. His dick might be half-hard already, but Reed was determined to talk before fucking.
Before he finished his first knock, Carter had opened the door and holy fuck, Reed couldn’t help but stare. Carter had let his beard grow in a bit from the stubble he usually wore by the end of the day. He looked seriously hotter than the surface of the sun, and without thinking, Reed reached out and skimmed his fingers against Carter’s cheek and jaw, wondering how all that roughness would feel against his bare thighs, his balls, and brushing along his hard dick.
“You like it? I’ve been working nonstop on a campaign and barely had a chance to shower and eat.” Carter opened the door all the way, and Reed walked inside the suite. “I’ll shave.”
“No.” Reed dropped his bag and took Carter’s face between the palms of his hands. “Not yet.”
They embraced, and the now familiar wave of pleasure rolled through him as Carter’s lips softened, his mouth opening to deepen their kiss. Hazily, Reed heard the door slam shut behind him, and he reluctantly pulled away from Carter, taking a step back to prevent himself from falling back into his touch.
“Why’d you stop?”
Breathless, Carter touched his swollen lips, his silvery eyes gleaming bright with a passion Reed was fast becoming addicted to.
“I was thinking—”
“First mistake.” Carter pulled him close and tried to kiss him again, his beard providing delicious friction against Reed’s neck. It would’ve been easy enough to sink down to the floor and give Carter, give them both what they wanted, but Reed gathered what little wits he still possessed and pushed away.
“Why do we have to rush all the time? We have the whole weekend.”
“I’m not rushing. I plan on fucking you nice and slow.” Carter bent to pick his bag up and started walking to the bedroom.
“Come on, Carter, stop it. I’d like to go out and have a drink or walk around the city for a while.” About to take another step, Carter froze in place before turning around to face Reed. At his steely glare Reed almost faltered and gave in. But deep down there was so much he wanted to learn about Carter, things he’d never find out if all they did was screw themselves silly every time they saw each other.
“I don’t want to spend another weekend locked in the room.” Reed held his breath at the darkness rising in Carter’s face.
“I thought we had an agreement.”
“We do. I’m here to spend the next two days with you. Only you.” Reed advanced on Carter, who hadn’t moved since he started speaking, and put a hand on his arm. Carter’s eyes, glittering with desire only minutes before, now looked like flat chips of dark slate in his stony expression. “But what’s preventing us from taking a break? You have responsibilities, I get it. I’m not asking you to bring me home with you.”
At those words Carter shook off his
Maybe tonight he could talk Carter into going out and having a drink somewhere. All the meds he took precluded him from drinking too much, but if he could get Carter to relax his guard and open up, maybe he could find out a bit more about this mysterious man who’d gripped his heartstrings.
Once he entered the suite, Carter would want and have him on the bed within minutes; Reed had no doubt Carter wasn’t with any other men during their separation. He was insatiable at first; it was part of what drew Reed to him. No one had ever made him feel as desired, as desirable as Carter did, but tonight he hoped for something different. Something more intimate.
The cab rolled up in front of the hotel, and after paying his fare and slamming the door shut behind him, he hoisted his bag over his shoulder and hurried through the front doors. The route through the hotel lobby to the elevators had become rote by now, and the closer he got to seeing Carter, the higher anticipation sizzled through his bloodstream. He breathed deeply to calm his rapidly beating heart. His dick might be half-hard already, but Reed was determined to talk before fucking.
Before he finished his first knock, Carter had opened the door and holy fuck, Reed couldn’t help but stare. Carter had let his beard grow in a bit from the stubble he usually wore by the end of the day. He looked seriously hotter than the surface of the sun, and without thinking, Reed reached out and skimmed his fingers against Carter’s cheek and jaw, wondering how all that roughness would feel against his bare thighs, his balls, and brushing along his hard dick.
“You like it? I’ve been working nonstop on a campaign and barely had a chance to shower and eat.” Carter opened the door all the way, and Reed walked inside the suite. “I’ll shave.”
“No.” Reed dropped his bag and took Carter’s face between the palms of his hands. “Not yet.”
They embraced, and the now familiar wave of pleasure rolled through him as Carter’s lips softened, his mouth opening to deepen their kiss. Hazily, Reed heard the door slam shut behind him, and he reluctantly pulled away from Carter, taking a step back to prevent himself from falling back into his touch.
“Why’d you stop?”
Breathless, Carter touched his swollen lips, his silvery eyes gleaming bright with a passion Reed was fast becoming addicted to.
“I was thinking—”
“First mistake.” Carter pulled him close and tried to kiss him again, his beard providing delicious friction against Reed’s neck. It would’ve been easy enough to sink down to the floor and give Carter, give them both what they wanted, but Reed gathered what little wits he still possessed and pushed away.
“Why do we have to rush all the time? We have the whole weekend.”
“I’m not rushing. I plan on fucking you nice and slow.” Carter bent to pick his bag up and started walking to the bedroom.
“Come on, Carter, stop it. I’d like to go out and have a drink or walk around the city for a while.” About to take another step, Carter froze in place before turning around to face Reed. At his steely glare Reed almost faltered and gave in. But deep down there was so much he wanted to learn about Carter, things he’d never find out if all they did was screw themselves silly every time they saw each other.
“I don’t want to spend another weekend locked in the room.” Reed held his breath at the darkness rising in Carter’s face.
“I thought we had an agreement.”
“We do. I’m here to spend the next two days with you. Only you.” Reed advanced on Carter, who hadn’t moved since he started speaking, and put a hand on his arm. Carter’s eyes, glittering with desire only minutes before, now looked like flat chips of dark slate in his stony expression. “But what’s preventing us from taking a break? You have responsibilities, I get it. I’m not asking you to bring me home with you.”
At those words Carter shook off his
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