Unobtainable (19 page)

“We have all day and night,” I told him. “We can go as slow or as fast as you like, I want you to…take your time.”

“Four days,” Harley said. “Wouldn’t it be nice to spend them all in bed together? We could take advantage of room service and leave the do not disturb sign on the door. No one would have a clue we were locked away in here, the rooms in Clair’s name.”

“Clair’s name, why?”

“Standard practice,” Harley touched his lips to the juncture where my neck and shoulder met. “Drunken conventioneers can be very annoying.”

“Mmm…” I moaned, as Harley turned my back to his front.

Harley’s hands felt like hot silk against my cool skin as he trailed them down my back and up again, over my shoulders. He ran his hands down my chest and rubbed circles around my nipples igniting a spark beneath my towel. The touch of his lips against the lobe of my ear as his tongue flicked and sucked it into his mouth, made me moan in the stark silence of the room.

Harley circled around me as if he were sizing me up, he scattered kisses down my neck and chest, lapping at my nipple before sucking it in and twirling his tongue around it. Stepping me to the window, he pressed my back against the glass and yanked away my towel, tossing it onto the lounger. The cold glass on my damp butt cheeks caused goose-bumps to skate over my skin and a delightful shiver to cloud over my body. The familiar twitch started to intensify as Harley got on his knees at my feet and our eyes met, he smiled and reached up fisting my cock. I felt my length start to thicken as he lightly kissed the tip of my cock, humming as he sucked me into his mouth.

Weaving my fingers into his hair, I matched each of his moans with my own as his cheeks hollowed and he sucked hard. There was nothing like the feeling of stiffening inside a hot wet mouth, the suction was amazing and I thought I was in heaven until the head of my cock touched the back of Harley’s throat and he swallowed. That move of his was heaven.

Just as I thought I was about to lose it, he clasped my hips and turned my chest to the glass, pulling my hips back and forcing my legs apart. Harley pressed his thumb to my puckered opening and teased me, not enough to penetrate, but the sensation was marvelous.

His fingers gently parted my ass cheeks, his tongue lapped at me several times. I reached back, stroking his hair, arching my back and groaning. Choking my cock in my fist giving it several strokes, I allowed my forehead to fall forward colliding with the glass, making a loud thud.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“You okay, baby?” Harley asked.

I laughed. “I may have a concussion, but I’ll live.”

The sudden departure of Harley’s hot wet tongue from my pulsing hole, left my nerve endings screaming for more attention, as I forced my butt back.

“I’d be better though, if you were still eating my ass,” I grumbled.

“Let’s get you comfortable on the bed,” Harley held me around the waist, back stepping me over to the bed. “I could eat your ass all day, but there’s other parts of that gorgeous body I wish to taste. Get on the bed.”

When Harley was bossy and rough he made me tingle all over, however, when he was gentle and soft spoken I had no idea what to expect at all. I climbed onto the bed and held my breath as he climbed after me.

“Baby, it’s going to be a very short sexual encounter if you don’t breathe,” he tittered, as he adjusted my hips and lay beside me with his head at my feet. “You’re going to want to breathe while I suck your cock…I’d like it if you joined me.”

The inviting look on his face, the impish grin as his tongue teasingly moistened his lips had me near the point of detonation. If my balls got any tighter, my voice would raise several octaves. I’d be singing out my pleasure like the queen of the night herself, Joan fucking Sutherland.

I licked my lips and grinned, shuffling my body closer to his. Our bodies formed a sideways sixty-nine position. I licked along the sweet length of Harley, he licked along mine and then swallowed me whole as I sucked him in. Our heads bobbed in unison as we licked, slurped and sucked our ways into wild raging moans and groans.

Pulling my mouth away long enough to wet my third finger, I sucked Harley’s cock deep into my throat and fingered his ass with slow deliberate moves. He tasted so good and made erotically spellbinding noises.

My balls tautened and my body started to convulse, we had to stop before I came and ruined it all too soon. I released my hold on his cock and slipped my finger from his warm hole, pulling from his hold and rolling onto my back.

“I don’t want to cum yet. Your sweet mouth is going to be the death of me,” I panted. “Fuck you’re incredible at sucking cock.”

“You know what I love?” he asked.

For a fleeting moment I was hoping he’d say me, but wishful thinking wasn’t going to get me anywhere. I hummed and waited for him to tell me what it was that he loved so much.

“I love it when your body trembles,” Harley said, rising to his knees. “Because I’m the one that makes it happen.”

Reaching under a pillow, Harley produced a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms, tearing one open with his teeth. I watched as he rolled it down his length, applying a liberal amount of lube, stroking himself as he lay on his back.

“Sit right here,” Harley held his cock up straight and smiled.

Happily I straddled Harley’s hips, positioning myself against his cock, my hole pulsed as I applied lube and lowered my ass, guiding Harley into me. Each of us was panting with eagerness until he pushed past my tight ring of muscle and Harley thrust upward with a loud grunt.

“Slow,” Harley whispered, as if reminding himself.

Holding the backs of my thighs so I couldn’t lower any further, he took command. Tipping his hips and gliding slowly into me, he’d pull back so the head of his cock collided deliciously with my tight ring and forward again. I placed my hand on his chest, fondling his nipple with my thumb. He had me trembling as I slowly stroked my own cock to partner his rhythm.

“On your back, I want to watch you tremble while you’re trapped under me,” Harley said, wetting his lips and tipping me over, spilling my body onto the bed.  

My fingers trailed up his sides as Harley buried his granite hard cock inside me. He took both my hands, webbing our fingers together, holding them on either side of my shoulders and devoured my mouth like a ravenous man on a deserted island. His pace was slow and tranquil, yet powerful and fierce with each thrust.

I wanted to cum so badly but he held my hands, swiveling his hips in circles as he moaned
baby
into my ear.

“You want to cum baby? I can feel you tightening around me, are you almost there?”

“I’ve been almost there for the last half hour, now make me cum already.”

Harley released one hand, sitting back and clamping hold of my cock. His hips rocked as he increased his thrusts, locking his eyes with mine, whacking me off with vigorous strokes.

It didn’t take long before I was trembling beneath him, just the way he wanted. My body twitched like electric shocks were bursting through it, my orgasm racing down my spine and my seed spurted over my chest and belly.

“Ohhhh…you have no idea how fucking hot that was,” Harley panted.

“What about you?” I asked.

“Oh baby, I came the moment you started trembling,” he grinned with pride. “That body of yours quaking under my weight is such a fucking turn on.”

After another nice hot shower together, we watched
Murder by Death
and had a short nap. Hot breath on my face woke me, I opened my one eye and Harley was propped on one elbow gazing down at me with a wanton grin smeared across his face. He placed his finger against my lips to hush me before I spoke and made sinfully slow love to me again, as he whispered baby into my ear and didn’t stop until we were completely spent.

~~~

A nice young man dressed all in white from head to toe wheeled a trolley into the room, removing the covers from our dinner plates. Harley ordered a buffalo burger, served on a brioche bun with feta cheese, I sniffed in the spicy aroma. It came with a heaping helping of curly fries and coleslaw. It looked wonderful, but I could practically hear Harley’s arteries hardening just looking at it. I on the other hand ordered sweet potato and coconut ravioli with lemongrass cream and a mushroom medley.

Harley paid with the corporate card and gave the young man a very generous tip, he was backing out of the room when I stopped him.

“Excuse me but we didn’t order champagne,” I said, lifting a small bottle from an ice bucket, spotting a glass dish filled with truffles. “Or chocolates.”

“There is a note sir, I was asked to add the items to your trolley,” he concluded, backing out of the room and closing the door.

“What does it say?” I asked Harley, as he read the note to himself.

“To the happy couple, enjoy!”

There was a confounded look on Harley’s face as he handed me the note.

“Perchance it’s a complimentary thing?” I suggested with a shrug. “The hotel probably does it for all their guests.”

“Happy couple?” he asked. “We could be here for dear sweet Aunt Ethyl’s funeral and we get an ‘enjoy’? It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Maybe Aunt Ethyl was a bitch,” I laughed. “Let’s not make too much of it, we’ll ask about it at the desk tomorrow morning, it was probably a mistake and it got sent it to the wrong room,” I snuggled into his side. “I don’t want anything to ruin tonight.”

All the walls that had been carefully erected were disassembled, guards were down and all that was important behind the room’s four walls were Harley and me. It was wonderful to have Harley all to myself. No freaking note and bottle of cheap champagne were going to interfere with that, I’d be damned.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s eat.” He touched my cheek with a smile.

We sat and Harley poured us each a glass of the champagne. He offered me a fry and I passed, digging into my ravioli.

“Who orders from the healthy menu when you’re supposed to be letting your hair down and having fun for four days?” he asked, taking a bite from his burger as it fell apart in his hands, it was that big.

“It’s really good,” I said, holding out a forkful. “Give it a try.”

“Pass,” he laughed, wiping his mouth with a napkin and tossing it onto the trolley. “Do you think?”

Oh shit, he was on his out, damn near gone. Like they say, Elvis had left the building. My sweet gentle lover had champagne and chocolates on the brain, he was thinking too much and I feared my night was over.

“I don’t want to think. I want one night with you, only you with no thinking involved.”

“Give me two minutes,” he said, holding up two fingers. “Do you think there’s a connection between the drinks, the photos and this? I honestly think someone’s fucking with us.”

“We’re in Denver,” I said. “Who would follow us here just to mess with us? Who would gain from it, what would they gain? I’m telling you it’s probably a mistake, some weird coincidence.”

“I told you,” Harley got up from the table and stood looking out the window. “There are people that would love to see me go down, you have no idea.”

“People, what people?” I asked. “Enlighten me. You can’t make a comment like that and then leave me hanging. ”

Rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands, Harley grunted and sat on the air-conditioning unit under the window. For a moment I was sure he was going to clam up, that I was going to have to press him and then we would end up fighting, a great way to end our perfect night.

“When I was with Bridges and Remolds the thing with Bruno happened, I was angry and confused and I told the wrong person that I broke up with my partner. Being the fucking homophobe that he was, he told my boss and I was
let go
.” Harley made quotation marks with his fingers. “My boss managed to corrupt most of my clients, so they would not follow me and he had me fired from two other companies before EJ hired me. I thought after all these years he was over it. Now I’m not so sure. This is the exact thing he would do, he liked to play head games, it has his name written all over it. If he saw me here,”

“Who’s he?” I had to ask.

“Vince Carraro, senior VP at Bridges and Remolds.”

“When would Carraro have seen you, we’ve been in the room since we arrived…you’re giving a lecture tomorrow, maybe you should cancel it if you’re worried,” I told him. “You don’t need to lose sleep about your position with us, none of my brothers are going to give a shit about some loser trying to cause trouble. They won’t let anything happen to our top salesman.”

“It’s not your brothers I’m worried about,” he started pacing the floor. “It’s the clients.”

“So we lose a few clients,” I shrugged, we had a list of potential clients a mile long begging us to take them on and he knew it, there had to be more to the story. He wasn’t telling me everything.

Harley laughed, unamused.

“Eighty percent of my client base is family owned and operated.
Family
. The world is geared to the average heterosexual family. Tell me the last television commercial, radio blurb or ad in a magazine you saw where the family wasn’t mom, dad and two point five children with a family pet? When is the last time you saw Bill and Ted advertising household cleanser together as a couple?”