Page 5 of Charmed By You
Chapter 3
Henry shouldn’t be doing this. He knew it. He knew the fact that he’d snuck the blond man down the back security stairs with the access code he only had for emergency purposes was a bad sign. He’d always abided by the notion that if you had to hide something, you shouldn’t be doing it. But tonight he wanted something that was his; just his, and he’d decided that something was going to be this man.
God, he’d never wanted anyone this way. To the detriment of all common sense and logic, he was breaking all his rules tonight. He was doing something he’d never done. He’d chased a man down, kissed the living hell out of him and was now taking him to his room… and he didn’t even know the guy’s name.
Henry hadn’t booked his room in The Waverly tonight with this in mind. Quite the contrary, actually. He’d booked the room expecting that the party upstairs would go late and he’d be exhausted after a night of playing politics. He’d thought it would be easier just to walk downstairs and crash on the comfy bed in the big suite rather than drive home. He’d never, not for one second, considered that he would have sex in that big, luxurious bed, until he’d seen the blond guy walk into the ballroom.
Even when he’d gone out to the patio, he hadn’t intended for this to happen. He’d wanted to talk to the guy. Wanted to see him, close up, and figure out what it was about him that drew Henry like a moth to a flame. But then he’d walked outside and found the man looking sexy and disheveled, all those colorful tattoos that had been mostly hidden inside on display, and he’d felt the stir of need. Then, the guy had opened that beautiful mouth of his and the punk kid with something to prove had made Henry lose his mind.
He’d wanted a taste of that fiery mouth but it had burned him alive. Burned away every shred of reason he had left in him. Burned away everything but the need to plunder, to claim, to own that mouth and the man it belonged to in every way.
The man whose name he still didn’t know.
“I’m Elliot, by the way.” That sarcastic voice came from behind him, as if the man was reading his mind now, “You know, in case you care to know the name of the guy you’re about to fuck.”
Henry barely contained a growl of annoyance as the card reader on the hotel doorway flashed red and then green. He pushed inside, all but dragging the man, Elliot, into the room behind him. As soon as he did, the door swung shut behind them and he turned, pressing the younger man against it, using his body to cage him.
“Who says I’m the one doing the fucking?”
“Oh, please.” Golden brown eyes all but laughed at him, “You’re a top if I ever saw one.” He licked his lips, the flash of silver on his tongue drawing Henry’s attention before his mouth curled upwards, “Which isn’t a problem since I want you to fuck me with that big cock I can feel through your pants.”
Henry didn’t bother trying to hide the smile the kid drew out of him with that sassy mouth this time, “You want my cock, Elliot?”
“Fuck, yeah.” Blond hair bobbed as he nodded eagerly.
The sparkle in his dark eyes, the smooth curve to his sharp chin, his soft lips and greedy kiss, it all drove Henry out of his mind with lust. He wanted Elliot. But he wasn’t stupid enough to take him without asking the most obvious question first.
“How old are you?”
Those dark eyes narrowed dangerously, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“No. I’m not fucking you at all until you answer me. How old are you, Elliot?”
“Twenty-two. I’m not a goddamn child. Don’t treat me like one.” He all but pouted.
“Don’t act like one.” Henry tangled his hand in those lush golden waves and pulled until Elliot was pinned to the door, his head craned back and his eyes on Henry’s like laser beams, “You look even younger than you are, which is saying something considering you’re twelve years younger than me. Is that a problem for you?”
“Why would your age be a problem for me? Unless of course you can’t get it up, old man.” The smirk that had a way of making Henry’s heart stutter came out to play and he groaned at the teasing tone.
“It’s up.”
“Then do something with it.” Elliot shot back, “Unless you’d rather talk about how things were back in the good ol’ days when you had to walk uphill both ways to school in the snow and…”
Henry swallowed the sarcasm straight from those lush lips. It was an effective move. It shut Elliot up which was at least half the point. The other half was simply that he was done waiting. Now that he knew the golden boy was of age and consenting, he lost the last shreds of his control and simply took what he wanted.
Nobody had ever talked to him the way this kid did. And he was a kid, no matter if he was of age or not. Compared to Henry’s thirty-four years on this earth, Elliot might as well be a baby. But he didn’t make Henry feel old. Rather, being with him, being near him, even being teased by him, made Henry feel young in a way that he hadn’t realized he didn’t until now.
Elliot kissed with abandon. Everything he had, everything he was, every ounce of passion in him translated through the eager, needy way he kissed and touched. His mouth opened to Henry with ease, letting him in, inviting him in, and when Elliot sucked on his tongue he lost his balance and fell against him, pinning him to the door with his entire body.
Elliot’s hands were everywhere. Fast, almost frantic, they ran through Henry’s hair and across his shoulders. They circled his neck and then came forward, loosening his tie while simultaneously pushing at his jacket. The wild, feverish need that burned between them was combustible. Elliot’s passion only drove Henry’s desire higher.
He licked at the stud that pierced the younger man’s tongue. God that was sexy. So were the earrings in his ears and the ring in his nostril. Henry had never really had an opinion on piercings. They weren’t for him considering he’d never been a fan of needles, but damn if he didn’t like them on Elliot. He couldn’t wait to find out if there were more beneath the suit that seemed more and more out of place on the man.
“Off.” He groaned as he broke the kiss, forcing his own body away enough that his hands could get between them and start working on the buttons of Elliot’s shirt. “Take it off.”
“Fuckin’ knew you’d be bossy.”
“Why do you keep talking when your mouth could be doing better things?” Henry growled as he took those addicting lips again, tasting, teasing and sucking on the barbell as well as Elliot’s tongue as the other man squirmed to rid himself of his shirt and tie. He broke the kiss when strong arms came around him again and gaped at what he saw. Long, lean muscle highlighted with more lines and shapes and colors than he could catalog and two more piercings, hoops through each nipple. “Goddamn you’re sexy.”
