Page 86 of Dead Serious with Benefits
“And the chances of that?”
“Low...but not zero.”
“Well, if that sounds too risky, step away from the window while I deal with our delivery.”
I left him there to think that over as I adjusted myself so the front of my shorts wasn’t making a display for whoever had been sent to play delivery person. It turned out to be a young man who flashed me a smile as he wheeled in a cart. “Here you are, sir. Afew things for you, compliments of the hotel, and Moira wanted me to mention she made sure the welcome basket might be to your liking.”
“I have...no idea what that means,” I said in bemusement as I looked at the cart. Some fresh robes were folded up on the bottom, along with some extra towels. The top had what looked like chocolates next to a basket of fresh fruit, a bucket with ice, and bottles of sparkling wine. The final basket looked like it had extra shampoo, conditioner, soap, and other hygiene-related products. “But be sure to thank her for me all the same. This wasn’t necessary, but it’s certainly appreciated.”
“Of course, sir,” he said and straightened. “Can I get you anything?”
“No, thank you, I’ll be sure to let anyone know if assistance is needed,” I said, reaching into my pocket to pull out my wallet and slip him a hundred. “Here you are, thank you for bringing these up.”
His eyes widened, but his smile never flickered as he took it, tactfully tucking it away and beaming at me. “Of course, sir. Just call down to the front desk if you need anything. Have a good rest of your day...and, hi, Arlo.”
“Afternoon, Andrew,” Arlo called softly, waving before the young man left the room with a slight bow that was...rather unnecessary. A few seconds after he left, Arlo chuckled. “Just how much did you tip him? He looked like he was about ready to keel over.”
“A hundred,” I said absently as I perused the baskets to find that, for the most part, they contained exactly what I had expected. “Why?”
“Because a ten to twenty-dollar tip in this hotel is generous,” Arlo said in amusement. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you find the staff tripping over themselves to deliver whatever you ask for.”
“If Andrew is smart, he’ll keep that little detail to himself. In fact, he should probably play it off as though I’m a demanding asshole who only he should have to deal with,” I said, frowning as I pulled a few of the bottles from the toiletry basket.
“I suppose that would be the...clever choice,” Arlo said. “What is it?”
I laughed when I saw what was neatly tucked into the bottom of the basket, hidden from anyone who got nosy, but wouldn’t be crushed by everything else. “It seems your sister is not that different from the rest of your family. Although with more tact.”
“What do you mean?”
I plucked out the bottle at the bottom of the basket and the stack of three condoms, holding them up for him to see. “She seemed to think we might need these.”
The expression on his face shifted, and he cocked his head. “Well, how...thoughtful of her. I’ll ignore that my sister is trying to...help me, and just be grateful. She need not know that we have thrown condoms out the window, so to speak. I don’t need the lecture that would inevitably follow.”
I left the condoms behind, but I kept the lube as I stalked toward him. “I notice you haven’t left the window.”
“Not that I had much chance, being preoccupied with what was going on,” he said with a chuckle.
“And I notice that now you have the chance, you still haven’t moved,” I noted as I pressed up against him, pushing his back against the glass. “How funny is that?”
“I don’t know if I would say funny,” he said, tilting his head slightly to stare into my eyes. “But it’s certainly, as you would say, interesting.”
I set the bottle onto a nearby table before grabbing the front of his pants and undoing them to pull him free again. I didn’t care that he had softened, as the moment I had my hand around him, I could feel him stiffen again. In fact, it was even moreenjoyable to feel how quickly he stiffened under my touch, even as the rest of his body went slack, leaning back into me.
“Am I to guess that it’s my turn now?” he asked in a soft voice as I stroked him softly, once again rubbing my crotch against him as I felt him throb in my hand.
“Well, considering I’m still aching from last night,” I admitted. “It’s going to have to be your turn.”
I hadn’t paid much attention to the ache in my ass because, well, half my home had burned down while I was away, so I’d been a bit distracted. Yet that ache had been there from the moment I woke up. Of course, I wasn’t seated, so it wasn’t nearly as tender as it could have been, but I certainly felt it. Letting his dick anywhere near my ass was asking for an incredibly uncomfortable and painful time, and I didn’t want to tempt fate and make it worse.
“Works fine for me,” he said in that same soft voice, pushing his butt back against me and making me tingle with the promise of what he was offering. I knew some people preferred being a giver or receiver, which was fine. That didn’t mean I didn’t favor people like me, who didn’t care what position or role they played. All that mattered was that everyone had a good time, and both—or more—ended up covered in sweat and pleasantly drained.
“Good,” I said in his ear as I pushed his pants down and hooked my fingers into the band of his underwear, pushing them down as well. Thankfully, he was more than happy to help and leaned down to shove his underwear to his ankles so he could kick them off. It took him a moment, considering he was still wearing his shoes, but while he worked to get them off, I kicked my shoes off and began to work on my pants.
When he stood back up, though, I was back on him in a flash, my pants undone but still around my waist. I took hold of his shirt and yanked it over his head, my hands greedily runningover his body as he stood there, hands pressed against the window. As interesting as it had once been to be fascinated by someone like I was with him, it never subtracted from the effect. The obsession with someone new for the first time in ages was a delightfully vigorous, pleasant feeling that made me want to see just how far it would go, and for how long.
“Don’t move,” I told him as I grabbed the lube off the table, opening it and dabbing some onto both hands. One hand went back to his dick, Arlo groaning softly when my newfound grip slipped and slid over him with a soft, wet noise. The other hand curled under him, and with a slick finger, finding his hole, I pushed inside. “Mmm, it has been a while for you, hasn’t it?”
“I would be just as tight even if you’d been the one to top,” he said with a low rumbling chuckle.
