Page 29 of No Reservations
“I’m going to take care of you, Cole.” The next long, searching kiss left us both breathless. He shifted between my legs and stroked his slick fingers past my balls, perineum, and finally to the sensitive rim that craved his touch. He wouldn’t stop kissing me as he sunk knuckle deep, retreated, and entered me again.
The stretch was delicious, the slide exquisite, but I wanted so much more. “Matty, please.” It seemed like my new mantra, this begging phrase without any specificity or agenda. I wanted him to give me more of anything. Everything.
Without the need for any more words, I got what I wanted. One finger became two that stroked and twisted in my sensitive hole. Whatever initial sting from the unaccustomed stretch vanished quickly in a haze of want and desire.
“Now.” I lifted my knees and reached blindly for the condom.
Matthew chuckled and pressed a long kiss to my inner thigh. “I got it, baby.” He drew his fingers out, ripped open the packet, and positioned himself at my entrance before I had a chance to miss him. “You ready?”
I growled again, that new, surprising sound that no man had ever inspired in the past. “Yes. Fuck me already.”
Heat blazed in his warm brown eyes as he sank into me with one slow, inexorable thrust. Inch by inch, he sank into me until I felt him everywhere. “Damnit, baby. Cole. You feel so good. I dreamed about this.”
Nothing could overshadow the surge of joy that filled me at those words, nothing but the surge of Matthew’s cock moving even deeper. He filled me in ways that I never wanted to forget. I writhed beneath him, tilting my hips to urge him just another half inch deeper as if we could merge together and become truly one.
He pulled back, and my fingers dug into his hips as if to stop him from leaving me empty. His next thrust pushed a gasp from my lungs. His next forced a cry from my throat. Nothing prepared me for the onslaught of delicious pressure, inescapable heat, and the sweetness of Matthew’s murmured words against my lips.
It didn’t take too long to tip over from want to ecstasy. “I’m going to…” A strong hand wrapped around my leaking cock, and any sensible words vanished as I erupted over his fingers. My hole clenched around his length as I came.
Matthew cursed against my throat as his own orgasm hit him. He rocked against me once, twice as he rode the waves of pleasure with me. “Cole, baby. I…”
I didn’t know what he was going to say, but I felt it echoed in my heart. My feet settled on the rough sheets as he carefully pulled out. Our eyes met. “I know, Matty.”
Whatever it was, he apparently knew it too because he smiled that glorious smile and nodded down at me before taking another kiss, cuddling against my side, and wrapping his arms and legs over mine. We’d have to clean up in a moment, but right then, there was nowhere else on Earth I’d rather be.
***
“Shh.” Matthew put his finger against my lips before turning around to duck under the tarp at the far end of the convention center.
I watched him disappear before I shot a glance over my shoulder. Was this allowed? I was so used to worrying about what anyone would see me do out in public that this felt particularly dangerous. The public had left the venue over an hour ago though, and most of the presenters had packed up, too. The other folks from Matthew’s company headed for the door on the far side of the wide-open space.
“Cole, get in here.” He sounded a bit farther away than just on the other side of the tarp.
I didn’t want to get left behind. The thought brought a smile to my face as I crouched to sneak underneath the heavy canvas. Wherever Matty went, I would follow with the knowledge that we’d end up having a fun adventure. The narrow space along the wall filled with shadows. The only light crept in from the main convention floor’s overhead fixtures. “Where are you?”
He popped out from behind a stack of boxes to the left. “Come on. I have something to show you.” He reached out one hand, and I hurried forward to take it.
Boxes and wrapped pallets of merchandise and display fixtures lined the outer wall of the building, and we crept around them toward a metal door at the far end. Occasionally, voices of vendors still packing up came from the other side of the canvas. Matthew held his finger over his plump, pursed lips before drawing me past. Even in the low light, his eyes seemed to sparkle.
With a final backward glance and eyebrow waggle, he eased open the door and peered through as if we were on some covert mission. I supposed we were. The boys in the band got called out online for sneaky escapades from time to time, but that was never what I got my name on the gossip sites for. I bit back a smile. Maybe it was time for something daring. I trusted Matthew to make sure we didn’t get in real trouble. I trusted him with a lot of things.
On the other side of the door, the space opened up to reveal a faux mini forest complete with birch trees and mossy rocks. A blue pool liner stream meandered between them, but someone had turned the water off already. A big green and yellow tent stood in the middle with some folding chairs and a cold grill out front.
“Come on,” he said again and pulled me toward the tent. “This is the one I had to write the manual for. There were forty-seven steps and even more safety tips. I’m glad this one’s already set up.” Without letting go of my hand, he unzipped the front door and pulled me inside.
A plush blow-up mattress with a memory foam topper lay in the middle of the main room of the tent with a plaid blanket thrown over it. An empty cooler stood open along the wall next to a zippered flap that led to a second room.
“Are we allowed to be in here?” My voice pitched low as if someone could hear us all the way in the back rooms of the convention center.
Matthew shrugged and crawled onto the far side of the mattress, kicking off his shoes in the process. He pulled on my hand until I sank down next to him. Immediately, his arms wrapped around my back and drew me close. He draped his leg over mine.
I’d toyed with the idea of wearing my new hiking boots to the event, but I was glad I opted for something easier to remove. Even under the weight of Matty’s thick thigh, I could wiggle enough to push my sneakers off with my toes. The moment I stopped moving, he dragged me tighter against his body and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“I don’t know,” he finally answered my worried question, his voice a low rumble. “I mean, as a vendor, I have a pass to be back here, but I think they probably meant during business hours.” He drew back from where he nuzzled his rough jaw against myclean-shaven one and met my eyes. “No one’s going to arrest us or anything, Cole. I wouldn’t take those kinds of risks with you.”
Calmed somewhat, I blew out a gathered breath and let myself relax into the circle of his arms. What was it about this man that sapped the tension out of me so well? “This is a nice tent. Big.” I glanced around at the green nylon walls and ceiling above us.
“You’ve really never gone camping?”
