He tugs on my bloodied clothes, and I lift my arms to make it easy for him to undress me. With his hot mouth on the back of my neck, his nimble fingers unbutton, unzip, and take down my khakis and underwear before I can even address my shoes.

  “Take them off,” he says, his voice graveled with want.

  In the mirror, I watch him disrobe just as quickly, so I toe out of my boots, step out of the ruined khakis, and strip off my socks so I’m completely bare, my feet warmed by the heated tiles.

  “Are you still comfortable taking me raw?” he asks, spreading my cheeks to spit on my hole.

  I inhale as he uses his hard cock to spread the warm, personal lubricant up and down the furrow of my ass. “Yes, please. But I need to shower first. There’s still blood in my hair.”

  “True,” he says, wrapping me in a hug from behind. “We did get rather messy today.”

  “Hazard of the job,” I say as he turns on the water to the enormous walk-in shower with another floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city. I’m told it’s privacy glass, but I don’t really care at this point.

  He pulls the douche attachment from its holder on the wall. “We’ll be going a long time tonight, so if you’d like to…”

  I nod, and we give each other a few moments of privacy to take care of business. He reappears, walking funny and carrying a tube of high-end silicone lube, which he sets on the bench.

  We kiss while the water heats up, then step under the strong spray. The multiple showerheads do most of the work for us, and we’re quick about soaping up and rinsing off, letting the violence of the day swirl down the drain.

  As sexy as his tanned, perfect muscles are all by themselves, they are even sexier wet. Now that we’re clean, the heat between us ratchets up at a dizzying pace.

  I roll my hips, sliding my cock along his, desperate for him. Looking down between us, I whistle under my breath.

  “You’re fucking huge, Wilhelm.”

  He grins, nipping my ear, stroking me. “Hm. So are you.”

  He angles off toward the bench, and I hate losing his body heat, even for a second. He returns quickly with the lube in his hands and his glorious mane of golden hair tied into a wet bun at the base of his neck.

  Pouring a bit on his palm, he gives me a solid up-down while purring in my ear, “You seem to match me everywhere physically. I might need you inside me before the night’s end.”

  “Count on it,” I say, losing myself to the sensation.

  10

  WILHELM

  Nigel giving himself over to me is, quite possibly, the most important moment I’ve ever had with a man, and I haven’t even been inside him yet.

  Time to amend that.

  After sharing one final heart-pumping kiss, I walk him over to the fogged-up window and turn him toward it. I can’t help but inhale sharply at the vision of this beautiful man, spread out, his gloriously furred skin on display, his body muscular, masculine, and gorgeous.

  I nearly came when I saw the bit of hair tufting out from between his cheeks earlier, and I can’t wait to dive in now. There’s something about a hairy man I just can’t get enough of.

  Silently, I kneel behind him on wet tiles and…ah…oh, fuck. I inserted the largest plug in my travel collection after cleaning out, and this position has it pressing against my prostate.

  Ooof. Probably should have chosen a more moderate size, but I’ve always been one to expand my boundaries. Finally settling in, I tap his knees. Nigel accommodates me, widening his legs so I can pull his cock and sac backward between his thighs. Taking a long suck and lick, I keep going, dragging my tongue from his leaking slit, up his impressive length, over his tight balls, through that gloriously furry split, and stopping to lap at his perfect hairy hole.

  He groans, crossing his arms and leaning against the window as I press my tongue inside him. Slowly, torturously, I work him open, loving how he shivers as his shouts and moans grow louder.

  Finally, unable to hold back a second longer, I stroke my cock with the lube, swirling some around his hole, pushing in one slicked finger, then another, stretching him for me.

  “Yes, please, Wille,” he begs, using my nickname. “Fuck me.”

  I begin seducing him in my native tongue, and even though I know he doesn’t fully follow everything, the way he tilts his head, listening to my every word as I impale him…powerful stuff.

  He places his palms on the glass, pushing back onto me, tight, taking me deeper and deeper as the steam continues to rise around us. When his body relaxes, finally accepting me, I punch my hips forward, pushing his hard cock into the chilly, dripping window.

  He stiffens, then pushes back against me, and I drink in his pleasured cries. He peeks over his shoulder as I bite his neck, then turns to enjoy the view as his cock leaves a trail of precum on the window.

  He pushes back as I rock into him, the plug intensifying every sensation. Having been edged all night by murder, I tense with that overwhelming pleasure, an orgasm that feels years in the making.

  I know I spoke too soon in the bar, talking to him about romance. I can tell it’s a little hard for him, but the minute he sat down next to me, I knew.

  I just knew.

  I’d read about him, his difficult background and how he plays in the darkness and the light to make the world a slightly less horrible place. That he would even come to a hotel like this… He’s so determined.

  I could grow to love that about him. It’s a thought that, surprisingly, is not the least bit frightening. My cock thickens as I anticipate what it’ll take to make this man fall for me.

  Whatever it takes to make him mine—even if I have to be a better human—I’ll do it.

  I snap my hips forward, and he chases me back. I tilt my hips just so and push forward again, his pained cry telling me I’ve hit the jackpot. I pull back, then launch forward, the motion nailing both our sweet spots. He brings his hand to his cock as his body bows, and I knock it away.

  “This dick is mine,” I growl into his ear. “As is your pleasure.”

  Gripping him tight, I take him through the finish, my eyes locked on the window in front of him. It gives me a fogged mirror of the pulsing orgasm rippling through his finely honed body as the atmospheric steam billows behind us. My hand on his cock, his balls pulling up tight against his body right before his milky orgasm shoots onto the glass, his muscles releasing so beautifully into the softening pleasure.

  No one else can own his body the way I have. I cradle his neck in my hand, not to choke, but to possess, to claim.

  “Mine,” I say, sealing his fate as I lean in to capture the cum dripping down the glass onto my crooked finger, tasting him as I continue to push deep inside the tight grip of his body.

  When he whimpers from overstimulation, I move my hands to his hips, driving him up onto his tiptoes again and again until my body lights up and I spill my seed. Filling him up. Marking him as mine.

  He tightens around me, needing this as much as I do, before collapsing back against me.

  We sway in front of the window, taking in the starry skies and bright city lights until, finally, my cock softens and slips from his body. Pushing him forward, I spread his cheeks, waiting for my cum to burble up from his used hole before thumbing it back in, wanting him to hold this part of me inside him for as long as possible.

  Breathing heavily, leaning on his forearms against the window, I catch his hardening cock and his pleased smirk in the reflection.

  “What the fuck was in that pill?”

  Hypnotized by this little game of pressing my cum back into his body, I shake my head. “I don’t know.”

  He’s content to remain exposed, letting me play and prod the sensitive, heavily furred skin. When I spit on his hole, he sighs, pushing against me when I stuff it inside, watching more of me disappear into his body.

  The perfection in front of me is too much, and my cock rallies. Even without the pill, I’m not sure I could stay soft around Nigel.

  I shut off the water and walk his—mostly—limp, satisfied body over to the bedroom. Laying him face up on the enormous plush bed, I slip back inside him.

  “I have no idea why I’m so hard again.” He groans, rolling his hips with mine, stroking himself. “I’m going to need a visit with my physio after this.”

  He melts against the bedding as I hover over him, tucked inside his hot, cum-filled body, loving every second. The plug in my ass urges my hips forward, though closeness, not orgasm, is my goal in this moment.

  Simply being inside his body, lubricated by my cum, as I lap at his nipples and inhale his sweet scent is enough. We stay in this space for several minutes, looking into each other’s eyes, letting the physical act lead our emotions down a terrifying and wonderful path.

  We crest more gently this time, his come clear and slight against his belly. I pull away from him, using my undershirt to wipe my cock before pulling the soft material under his well-used ass, entranced as the cum pulses out of his body onto the white cotton.

  I kiss the puffy rim before rejoining him at the head of the bed. Nuzzling the shell of his ear, I realize the plug, however generous, cannot do what he can.

  “Can we rest and then switch? I want you inside me,” I whisper.

  He kisses me, sighing contentedly. “Yes, please.”

  11

  NIGEL

  I admit this to no one, but waking up in Wilhelm’s arms, entwined with his naked body, is pretty fucking amazing. I’m a slightly taller man than most, so it’s nice to bed down with someone the same size as me.

  He’s a bit of a cuddler in his sleep, and while that usually irritates me, it feels good with him.

  Clearly, I’ve lost my mind. Still, as I look down at his beautiful body, similar in many ways but so very different from mine. His skin has the golden tan of someone who enjoys the outdoors, and where I have hair over every inch of my skin, his is relegated to his chest and a light dusting on his arms, legs, and belly, only slightly darker than his golden mane of hair.

  Now that I’m up close, I can see his hair isn’t one color but a million different facets all at once. The strands closest to his face are bleached by the sun, fading to a dark blond underneath. His beard, so beautifully kept, is slightly darker but also kissed by the sun.

  I bring my nose to his chest, inhaling, loving the combination of hotel soap and skin. He shifts under me, and I nose his nipple, encouraging him to wake up and continue our playtime.

  As he transitions from slack to waking, his heavy arms surround me in a hug and he kisses the top of my head.

  Taking slow breaths, his voice is a little gravelly as he says, “Guess we needed a bit more sleep than we thought. How are you feeling?”

  “Perfectly rested and used. And ready to take my turn.”

  He makes a grumbly, humming sound in the back of his throat, running his hands up and down my arms, pulling my hand up to kiss my knuckles.

  He slowly shifts up, scooting back to sit against the plush headboard. I straddle his legs and cup his face with my hands.

  “Beastly,” I say.

  “Stunning,” he says at the exact same time.

  We make out, lazy, languorous, coming to full hardness a little too quickly to be natural.

  “While I would want you to assume that I am this virile always, those pills are definitely still in effect. There’s no way I’d be able to do this again after coming so hard twice,” he admits.

  “Same.” I point at myself. “And this? Is not my complaining face.”

  Pinching his brows together, Wilhelm strokes his well-kept fingernails up and down my sternum, the delicate scrape sending rivers of pleasure into my lower belly and groin.

  “I just…I don’t want you to think that my attraction isn’t genuine or that your sensuality would not be enough under normal circumstances. Believe me, you are more than enough.”

  “I am in no doubt of your attraction, but thank you for the compliment,” I say, kissing his worried brows until they relax. “And if we’re playing, there’s no need to play fair. A little pharmaceutical help won’t hurt either of us.”

  His answering grin is a little shy, and…fuck him. A small nugget of affection finds its way into my chest.

  Bastard.

  He rolls his hips under me, shifting from side to side, his eyes rolling back into his head.

  “Fuck, I forgot I’m wearing a plug. Between you sitting on my lap and this thing pressing my on button, it’s no wonder I’m so hard.”

  My mouth drops open. “You’ve been wearing a plug this whole time? How did I miss that?”

  Wilhelm’s grin grows even more unrefined. “Yes, and I’ve been keeping you occupied. To be fair, I did take it up a notch when I was cleaning up.”

  “Wait, wait, wait,” I say, not believing my ears. “Does that mean you went into Sterling’s house wearing a smaller plug?”

  He nods, reaching for the lube. “It’s not the size of the plug that counts, Nigel.”

  “Have you lost the plot? I’m not talking about the size of the plug. I’m talking about the fact you were wearing one at all in the middle of a fucking rescue.”

  “I find it’s nice to be a little stretched in an intense situation.” Gesturing to his head, he continues, “Helps me stay focused.”

  Needing to see for myself, I push between his legs. He cooperates, scooting down as he pulls his knees back, exposing the flesh-toned plug.

  “Seriously, how the hell did I miss that?”

  “I was taking care of you. Now you get to take care of me,” he says, grunting as I play with the exposed section of the plug, angling and twisting it to see his reaction.

  I shake my head as his pants fill the room. “How does that even work?” I ask. “This would leave me entirely unfocused.”

  “First of all, I wasn’t playing with it—uhh,” he says through gritted teeth, his dick getting even harder. “Also—fuck, that’s so good—you and I are very different animals.”

  I nod, listening as I lube up his stretched-out rim, pulling and pushing on the plug in accordance with his soft moans and gripping thighs.

  “Holy shit, man. This is ginormous!” I say, pulling it out just enough for the widest part to stretch him. “It’s obscene.”

  “Good obscene—” He stops to grunt and scoop his hips, silently begging for more. “Or bad?”

  “Good,” I whisper reverently. “Very, very good.”

  After a few more teasing thrusts, along with complaints from Wilhelm that I’m actually trying to kill him, I remove the plug at a glacial pace, loving how his body can take such a large object.

  Slicking myself, I thrust inside him, my eyes never leaving his. He pulls me in for a rough kiss as I pump in and out. His hole is relaxed, to be sure, but he feels so good.

  Even with chemically induced hard-ons, the evening’s previous orgasms allow us to enjoy each other without urgency. I undulate my hips, up and down, side to side, enjoying the way his eyes widen with each carefully angled thrust.

  “You are unreal,” he breathes out. “If you told me you had magical powers, I’d believe you.”

  Chuckling, I shake my head. “No. Not magic. Belly dancing classes.”

  This surprises a laugh out of him that feels amazing on my cock. “You’ve taken belly dancing classes?”

  “Well…my sisters did, and I always paid attention.”

  His hands land on my hips, wonder in his expression as I twist and roll my hips for his pleasure. Switching to rolling thrusts, I take him in a deep, searching kiss before letting my lips trail down his neck, sucking on his nipples, his collarbones, and his earlobes, enjoying the way his skin comes alive wherever my lips go.

  We thrust against and into each other for several moments, his eyes betraying something warm and deep. I would have thought it impossible in this extreme situation, but Wille is so bad at hiding his feelings.

  I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t feel it too.

  Something about that spins up my release, another orgasm shooting up my spine and down through my thighs. I come inside him, using my cock to push it deeper and deeper, claiming him as he has me.

  He’s close too, and yet I wonder if he might let me try something.

  I slow my thrusts and pull out, anticipating the loud complaint. In German, no less.

  Laughing, I quiet us both with a kiss.

  “What are you doing to me?” he complains, grabbing his cock before I slap his hand away.

  “Shh, shh, shh. I think you might like what I have in mind if you’re willing to let me try something.”

  Immediately he brings his head up. “Try something?”

  I hold up my hand, wiggling my fingers before bunching them together. “You’re already so relaxed. I wonder if there isn’t something a little more stimulating you would enjoy.”

  He opens his mouth, letting it hang as genuine shock crosses his eyes. I wonder how many people can actually shock the great Wilhelm.

  “I’ve…” He stops for a deep breath. “I’ve never done that. But I trust you. If you’re willing to be patient, I wouldn’t mind trying it.”

  I bite my lip and nod. Reluctantly, I pull away from him and coat my hand in lube. Pressing the tip of the tube against his hole, I squeeze, using two fingers to push the slippery substance inside.

  He moans as I swirl two fingers inside him, mixing my cum and the expensive lube. Scissoring my fingers, I quickly add a third, stretching, avoiding that magical patch of nerve endings.

  I’ll get to that soon enough.

  After a bit more time with three fingers, I add the fourth finger, using his increasingly loud noises to guide how quickly or slowly I go.

  “Fucking…Nigel, Nigel, Nigel. You are so fucking magical,” he whines before devolving into a babble that’s mostly German.

  Slicked by cum and lube, I slowly make my way past the last knuckles, using my thumb to stroke his sac as I knife my hand inside the warm tight clutch of his body.

 

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