Page 11 of Sabastian

My emotions were all over the place.This had to be an important man, and I was strolling into his room with my fists balled at my sides from anxiety.I didn’t know how to act, but I was feeling good, but my hangups hadn’t gotten the best of me yet.

It was like Robby had said about drinking and he should know.That was how we ended up in bed together one night, but that was a mistake and we quickly recognized it, however, we remained friends.I wasn’t looking for a friend at this time in my life, nor was I wanting a one-night stand, and I thought this was all I could hope for, especially since he was so damned handsome and I was so insecure and uptight.

I had been looking for a partner and jumped at the chance to be with him because I didn’t want anyone else, especially Robby to experience him first.I neglected to ask him questions before I brought my horny ass to his room, but it wasn’t too late.

Suppose he’s not what I think he is?Few men were what they seemed.Suppose he was everything I’d ever wanted, and I risked having my heart broken because all he wanted from me was one night.I thought that was all I wanted at first, but now that my head had cleared, I thought I wanted more and to prevent me from being disappointed, I turned and walked back and retraced my steps down the corridor to the elevator with the hotel staff looking at me confused.

“Isn’t that the right door,” a young man asked, wearing a smart beige uniform with the colors of the hotel, and his name tag on the front pocket.

When we heard the heavy door open to the suite, Cameron was standing in a white robe, and leaned out.“This is the correct floor.Look at your key.”I went along with the charade and held the key forward and glanced at it and looked in his direction.Then I strolled over to where he held the door open, and I marched inside like a soldier taking orders from a sergeant.

Cam wore one of those elegant bath robes, and a disarming smile.“I hope you don’t think I presumed too much by the way I’m dressed, because I didn’t think you were coming.I needed to relax because I have to fly out tomorrow, but I kept walking to the door to check to see if you were at the door.I’m not sure why I did that, but I’m happy I did, because you walked away and Ididwant to see you if to do nothing but talk.”

Cameron stepped aside and strolled to the wine fridge.“Do you want anything, a Coca-Cola.I don’t want you to drink any more, because it seems you may have had too much already.I’m used to drinking, but I can tell you aren’t.Food?”he really did want to talk.

“No.Not now.It’s late and I don’t eat this late.”

“That’s good to know.I’m learning things about you already.”And I knew little about him.

I found a place on the cream-colored sofa, and he sauntered and sat next to me.I felt awkward not knowing what to do with my hands when he placed his long arm and rested it on the back of the sofa near my shoulders.

“Are you uncomfortable, because I can sit somewhere else?”He glanced at me and his blue eyes tore into my browns, causing my heart to beat faster.When he dropped his palm on my right shoulder heat coursed through me and down to my cock.Oh wow.

Our eyes locked, my chest heaved up and down.“What do you want with me?”I asked.

“What does a man want with another man he’s attracted to?”I got it because I was feeling the same way, and the sensation from being close to Cam had my cock thumping and my hole vibrating in and out.

“How old are you, Cameron?”I got the nerve to ask.

“Call me Cam because I don’t like formalities when I’m getting ready to seduce and make love to you.”

Sitting up and relaxing because we’d gotten that business out of the way, he didn’t want to talk, he wanted what I wanted—release from this pent-up desire, delayed gratification that had held me back from having a relationship of any kind with a man I truly liked, and Ilikedhim.I liked everything about Cam, from his mature face, his salt and pepper hair, long legs, the way he walked with confidence, and the way he made a suit look as if it was made for his body and his body alone.

“How...old are you, Cam?”I repeated, and hesitated and held my breath.

“How old do I look?”

“I don’t know.”Robby said the dude was probably forty.

“I’m thirty-five.It’s the hair, it’s been this color since I was twenty-five and I’d say you’re about twenty-five now, but you look much younger.At first I thought you were about nineteen and I had made a mistake sending you a drink, and contributing to the delinquency of a minor or teenager, but when you strode over to me, and I got a closer look at you, I was aware that you must be older and to tell you the truth, relieved.Now tell me I didn’t make a mistake and you’re not a teenager.”

“Why?Don’t you like young men?”

“Not teens, and only if they’re over twenty-one.”

“Suppose I said I didn’t like men your age.”

“Suppose I said you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.”

“Fair enough,” I added.“I’m twenty-five and you’re the first older dude I’ve found attractive.”He grinned and breathed, then blew out a sigh of relief.

“I really want to be with you.”

“For one night?”I questioned.

“That’s all anyone has, baby.Every day changes and who knows what can happen tomorrow.”When he saidbabymy cock went to rocking and leaking pre-come.“I have to leave and I don’t know when I’ll see you again.”

After all this and not expecting much I wanted more.I didn’t want to think I would have only one night with him, and in that case I’d make the best of this night.

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