“And now…” he says. “Now, I hope you never stop surprising me.”
The elevator pings, doors opening, and I can’t help but grin. “Hang on to that thought, Specs.”
Chapter 31
Christian
When Emil and I reach the tenth floor, I find our room and pull out my keycard. The door unlocks with a subtle click, and I drag my boyfriend inside, letting him go to flick on the lights. Rounding the bed, I grab the bag I stashed here earlier in the day.
“Give me just a minute,” I tell Emil, sauntering into the bathroom. He looks perplexed, but he sits down and removes his shoes as I shut the bathroom door behind me.
As I’m changing, my phone pings with a text. I’m relieved to see my plan is falling into place exactly like I’d hoped. Quickly, I get into my rather simple outfit, and then I hang my floral skirt on the shower rod and check myself over in the mirror. Perfect.
Emil’s eyes bounce wide when I step out of the bathroom wearing nothing but my tutu. His throat bobs, and he tracks me with his gaze.
“Remember what you asked me to do in this skirt?” I say, heading for the door that leads to the adjoining room.
“I wanted you to fuck me in it,” he says thickly.
I hum, flipping the lock on the door. When I ease it open, the lights in the other room are off, not letting me see much, but a quiet throat clear confirms our guest is waiting.
“What are you doing?” Emil asks.
“You told me once that you trusted me to keep you in check if we were in public,” I say. “You made me promise I wouldn’t let you do anything you shouldn’t.”
He nods, brow scrunched.
“But I know how much it turns you on to have someone watching,” I go on, heading his way. Emil lets me tug him to his feet, and I walk backwards, bringing him over to the dresser stationed beside the door. Circling behind him, I set one hand on his stomach, the other at his chin. I aim his gaze through the darkened doorway. “There’s someone in that room who’s going to watch.”
Emil’s breathing hitches, his stomach dipping and swelling beneath my palm.
I lean in close, my lips at his ear. “They’re going to watch me undress you and bend you over this dresser. They’re going to watch as I tongue your ass open. And they’re going to watch while I fuck you delirious. If you don’t want that, tell me now.”
“I want it,” he says, voice a whisper.
“Mm. Thought so, my little exhibitionist. Hold on.”
Emil’s hands scramble for the dresser, and he braces himself as I unbutton his slacks and tug them down to his ankles. He looks back at me, his face flushed, his eyes half-lidded already. I give him a wink before pulling his briefs down to his feet. His cock is fully hard, the tip already glistening with precum.
I run a hand up the length of it as I stand, my finger passing over his slit before I lift it away. Emil lets out a strangled sound, his arms shaking as I set to work on his bowtie. I pull it free and then tackle his vest. Last is his shirt.
As soon as Emil is naked, clothes discarded on the floor, I kick his legs wide. He groans, dropping down to his forearms.
“The person in that room will see everything I do to you,” I tell him, dropping to the floor and palming his ass. “They’ll see the way your dick begs. Hear every sound from your mouth, every moan as you ask for more.”
I lean in, licking over Emil’s asshole, and he curses.
“Can you imagine what you look like right now?” I ask, rolling my thumb along his rim. “How perfectly needy. How gorgeously flushed.”
A moan leaves his lips as I tongue him again. “Christian,” he groans.
“I’m right here, Specs. Do you think they can see how wet your dick is already?” I roll my palm over the head of his cock in demonstration, and he lets out a garbled moan, his knee buckling before he rights himself. “Do you think they’re imagining what they’d do to you given the chance?”
“Get something inside me,” he says hoarsely. “Now, Christian.”
“Mm. Love that mouth,” I say before licking him broadly. The moment I press my tongue inside his body, he keens.
“Yes, yes, God, fuck,” he starts to ramble. “More. Don’t stop. Fucking—ah. Get me ready for your cock, Christian. Need it.”