I don’t know why I’m surprised when I step into the lobby and it’s immaculately gorgeous. There’s a concierge desk, marble walls and floors so polished they shine, and a water wall I would stop and admire if I didn’t have a hot, horny yakuza on my arm. Raiden waves innocently at the lady behind the desk, and we almost look like we aren’t going to do dirty things to each other as we wait for the elevator.
The doors open with a ding. There are sixty floors total, with a few penthouses. Raiden presses the button for PH3, the final floor. “Of course you have a penthouse,” I say, smirking at him. “Sheesh. Crime really does pay, doesn’t it? Maybe I’m just wasting my time on this photography gig—”
I’m slammed against the wall, caged into place by Raiden’s body. Eyes dark and face deadly serious, he rips open my belt. When his hand curls around my sensitive cock, my knees all but buckle. Raiden smirks. “Hard again, already?”
How is this even possible? My refractory period is usually much longer than this. “Shut up,” I croak, my hips moving of their own accord into his strokes. The way he touches me… like he knows my body as well as I do. Fuck. I won’t last much longer this time.
“Bet I can make you flood my mouth before we even get to the penthouse.”
I curse because he’s probably right, the bastard. “Everything’s a competition with you.”
He grins as he sinks to his knees. I suddenly realize there’s a camera pointed right at us. Someone’s going to get a show.
“Don’t worry about it. Nobody watches them this late at night.”
“Maybe we should wait until—oh, fuck!” I cry out as he swallows my cock down to the root, nose buried in my pubes. All I can do is grab onto his shoulders, gasping as he bobs his head up and down my length.
He pulls off and takes me in hand, stroking up and down my foreskin. “Still want me to stop? Or do you want me to make you cum?”
“Don’t,” I groan, squeezing his hair. “Don’t stop. Oh, fuck. Please don’t stop.”
With a throaty growl, he swallows me back down. Just the sight of this powerful force of nature on his knees, worshipping my cock, has me ready to blow. My stomach muscles clench deliciously and my thighs are shaking as he swirls his tongue around me.
“Fuck my mouth, Sunshine,” Raiden rasps, then kisses my cock. “Wanna see you let go. You can cum again for me, can’t you? Wanna taste you again so badly.”
His sweet, sensual words, followed by the perfect heat of his mouth, makes me moan. I watch the floors and curse myself. This elevator is slow, and we’re only halfway there. I can do it. I can hold back. I can, I—Raiden tightens his lips around me, sucks me from the base to the tip so hard, his cheeks hollow. I can’t hold back and snap my hips forward, groaning as my cock glides in and out of his mouth faster and faster. My pants become ragged gasps and moans, growing louder the closer I get to my release. I tear at his hair, my hoarse scream filling the elevator as I shoot down his throat.
Just as I think my legs will give out, Raiden’s on his feet, arms around me. The earthy tang of my own cum in Raiden’s mouth makes me moan.
“You taste so damn good. Can’t get enough,” Raiden purrs against my lips. Our mouths part with a smack and I gasp for breath, lips tingling and hot. Raiden shakes his head, looking at me the way I must have been looking at him all night. With awe. Reverence. “Such a good, dirty boy for me.” The caress of his fingers along my cheek makes my eyes flutter.
Shit. I think I like being his good boy a little too much.
The elevator doors ding open. Hands locked, we step into the private vestibule. His penthouse is styled after ones in the west. The stunning view of Tokyo almost distracts me from the high of my orgasm. Raiden unlocks the door, and we take off our shoes in the entryway. A panoramic wall of windows wraps around the living room. The space is sprawling, clean, and reeks of pure luxury.
“How many bedrooms?” I ask.
Raiden comes up behind me, arms looping around my waist. He bites my neck. “Four. We should fuck in all of them.”
I thought my dick was spent from two orgasms in less than an hour, but I was wrong.
“What does a guy need with four bedrooms?” I muse, marveling at all that space. I’d be lost in a place like this. And he lives alone, too. “You don’t ever get lonely in a place as big as this?”
I turn around and yelp when he shoves me. I go crashing onto the sofa. Raiden peels his shirt off over his head, and I’m breathless as he bares all that tattooed skin to me.
“You’re here, aren’t you?” He pops the button on his jeans and shoves them down to pool at his ankles. Stepping out of them, he advances on me like a beast on the hunt. With his vibrant tattoos and rippling muscles, this man is a work of art. I swallow hard as he crawls over me in only tight black briefs that hide absolutely nothing. “So no. I’m not lonely.”
I squirm out of my clothes, but he stops me before I can pull off my underwear. He takes them off himself slowly, like he’s unwrapping a present he wants to savor. I’ve never been the object of such slow, careful worship before. Lifting the underwear to his face, he breathes in deep, exhaling a growl.
“Fuck. You smell good.”
A gasp escapes me when he latches onto my neck, nipping and sucking at the bruises he’s left there. I wrap my arms around him, clutching him to me. Finally, we’re skin to skin. His body is hot and hard against me. It’s the most amazing feeling.
I palm the firm globes of his muscular ass and pull his briefs down. Reaching between us, I grasp his hard, heavy cock. He’s like iron, and I want him inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything else.
Raiden reaches over and opens the end table. He tears open a pack of lube and drizzles it all over our dicks. Taking us both in hand, he strokes. My eyes roll back, a whine tearing from my throat as our cocks slide together with slick, wet noises.
Raiden’s eyes are dark, and he stares at me with his lip between his teeth as he rocks against me. “Fuuuck,” he groans, long and drawn out. “Can’t believe you’re hard again. How many times have I gotta make you cum before it’s enough?”