Page 95 of Chasing After You
He watched me closely during the ride, smiling widely when we reached our floor and the elevator’s metal doors slid open to let us out.
Hastily, he walked down the hallway to find our room, reading the room numbers aloud as he passed each one. At least I wasn’t the only eager one.
After arriving at the right door, Dorian tapped the room key against the lock, letting us in. He held the door open for me, nodding at me to enter first.
Looking around, it certainly wasn’t a high-end suite, but I didn’t care. It was cozy and private, and that was all that mattered to me and my dick.
I flopped on my back, the bed bouncing under my weight. Hearing a snicker, I cracked my eyes open and found Dorian rolling his eyes at me from the small entry hall containing the bathroom.
“I know you’re inpatient to be fucked, but let’s take a shower first. It’s been a long day.”
I groaned, maybe a little dramatically, but rolled off the bed and onto my feet. A shower did sound nice. I stripped, leaving the pile of my dirty clothes on the floor beside the bed. Dorianwas naked, too, by the time I went into the bathroom, and I thirstily drank up the long lines of his body. He was pale, his tattoos a striking contrast to his skin.
AndJesus Christ, hisass.
It was high and tight, perfectly complementing his lean legs and defined waist.
“See something you like, angel?” His voice drew my attention up from his ass, finding him watching me with an amused look on his face.
My cheeks heated at being caught. I nodded, following him into the shower as he drew back the curtain and stepped under the spray of warm water.
He looked at me curiously, as if trying to determine something. He raised a brow and asked, “Would you like to fuck my ass, Josh?”
I stared at him in surprise, mouth agape, water droplets dripping down my face and body.
Did I want to… do that?
Taking my silence as an answer, he laughed, “I didn’t mean to break your brain with that question.”
I shook out of my stupor and stammered, “But you—you’re the Dom.”
His laughter grew. “A bottom isn’t always a sub, just as a top isn’t always a Dom. It’s all about who holds control,” he explained, looking at me with a lascivious smirk. “For instance,” he purred, backing me up against the slick tiled wall of the shower. “If I were to tie you up on the bed and ride that slutty cock of yours, only caring about my own pleasure, reducing you nothing more than a living dildo…”
My mouth went dry, my chest heaving as he brushed a fingertip down my neck.
“Does that seem submissive to you?”
I shook my head side to side, unable to muster up any words, the only noise slipping out of me a pitiful squeak.
Dorian licked a water droplet from my chest, grazing one of my nipples. I keened, toes curling against the floor.
“I don’t usually bottom, but I think the scenario I just described might be a perfect reward for you in the future. What do you think, sweetheart? Would you like to be my dildo sometime?”
“Uh-huh,” I mumbled, squirming, sandwiched between the shower wall and Dorian’s glistening, naked form.
Dorian smiled seductively at me. “Yeah? You better be on your best behavior then.”
I nodded rather aggressively, pulling another happy laugh out of him.
“Come on, let’s get washed up so we can move to the bed.” He lathered the hotel’s citrus-smelling body wash in his hands, spreading it across my chest and down my abdomen once it started to foam.
We took our time washing one another, exploring each other’s slippery bodies. Just before getting out, Dorian had me bend over and brace against the wall as he worked the plug out of me.
“Need to get you clean here, too,” he said, soaping up his fingers to clean me on the inside. I bit back a moan, trying my hardest to hold still as his digits scraped and rubbed against my walls. “There we go,” he remarked, giving a light slap to my ass. “Go wait for me on the bed, face down, ass up.”
“But I’m all wet,” I complained, not wanting to soak the bed sheets.
“Towel off first,” he clarified, eyes soft. “Sorry. Sometimes I forget how perfectly you follow directions. You need me to tell you exactly what to do, step by step.”
