Dom seemed to be enjoying the meal as well, keeping up a running commentary on how delicious everything was.
“This Roquefort is changing my life,” he groaned, leaning back against the headboard and taking another bite of the pungent sheep’s milk cheese. He looked adorable in his fluffy bathrobe, with his hair sticking up in a million different directions and his glasses slipping down his nose.
“Give me a bite?” I asked sweetly. He brought a bit of the cheese up to my lips and grinned as he slipped it into my mouth.
“It’s good, right?” he said with wide, hopeful eyes.
“It’s amazing,” I replied with a smile.
“I bet you didn’t expect to spend your evening eating cheese in the honeymoon suite,” he teased.
“Uh, no. I have to admit, I was planning to hit the clubs tonight. It never occurred to me that I might get something more upscale than a bathroom stall hook-up,” I confessed.
“I mean, we can move this party into the bathroom if you really want to,” Dom offered with a laugh.
“I might just take you up on that,” I said, my cock stirring at the insinuation. God, did I want to fuck him.
“You want to hear something sad?” Dom asked, popping the last of the cheese into his mouth.
“Always,” I said, leaning forward.
“I was planning to stay in my room tonight and get a good night sleep so that I would be ready for a big day of networking tomorrow,” he admitted.
“That’s…kinda sad, you’re right,” I said. “But…at least you’re responsible, right?”
“Responsible doesn’t get you laid,” Dom said thoughtfully. “Maybe there’s something to be said for being irresponsible.”
“I think it’s all about balance,” I said. “Like, in some ways I’m super irresponsible. I stay up late the night before I need to shoot videos with a bunch of other YourTubers, fucking a guy I just met in someone else’s honeymoon suite. I’m like some kind of bad boy romance novel protagonist or whatever. But in other ways I’m super responsible, you know? I always have safe sex. I budget, I pay my taxes as soon as I get my 1099, I take my car in to get the oil changed on time. Hell, I even floss every day.”
“Sounds like you’re quite the enigma,” Dom said, smiling fondly.
“I do my best,” I said with a shrug, trying to play it cool. I was so damn charmed by Dom, and I wanted to live up to his description of me.
Smith the enigma.
It had a nice ring to it.
“Well, I’m glad that you’re spending the night here even if you were hoping to hit up some clubs,” Dom said.
“Oh, don’t get it wrong,” I said in a rush. “I would much rather be here.”
“Good,” said Dom. “I would also rather be here than getting my REM cycle on.”
“You’re such a nerd,” I teased. “If you really want to get it on, that can definitely be arranged.”
His pupils dilated immediately and something in my stomach swooped alarmingly. I had it bad for Dom. Shit.
“You…uh, you want to take a shower?” Dom asked sounding almost nervous. It was cute as hell.
“As long as you’re planning to join me,” I said. Then I stood up and began pulling my clothes off.
There had been something insanely hot about taking Dom apart while I was fully clothed and he was naked beneath my hands. But as much as I thrived on that power dynamic, I also loved the intimacy of undressing in front of him. His eyes didn’t leave my body as I shucked first my shirt and then my pants. When my briefs hit the floor, Dom let out a little gasp.
Some guys have a certain amount of insecurity about their cocks. I’m not one of those guys. I know full well that my cock is beautiful—long and thick and flushed at the head when I get hard. And Dom, well, he was practically salivating looking at me.
“You coming?” I asked as I headed into the bathroom. Dom scrambled to follow, tossing his robe aside.
Let me go off about this bathroom for a minute, okay?
Every surface was glimmering, from the marble floor to the tiled shower. There was a huge mirror hanging directly across the from the massive tub, and the vanity was about ten miles long. I couldn’t decide where I wanted to be.
Should I drag Dom into the shower?
Press up against him in that deep tub?
Pin him to the wall and fuck him right there?
Before I could make up my mind, Dom was kissing me. He maneuvered me so that I was standing before the mirror and then he sank down to his knees, looking up at me with a blissful expression on his face.
“Watch us, okay?” he asked.
Before I could get a word out he was sinking his mouth down onto my cock. Dom didn’t mess around—he took my entire length in the first stroke and I nearly choked on my own spit. It felt incredible and he was only just getting started. He fell into a desperate rhythm, his hands firm on my hips as he sucked the life out of me through my cock.
I let out a shameless moan as I caught sight of our reflection.
Watch us, okay?
He wanted me to see myself come apart under his ministrations, and holy fuck that was hot. It only took a moment for me to start panting, my hands flying to Dom’s hair.
“Shit, Dom, you’re amazing—”
His eyes flew up to meet mine and a colony of butterflies took flight in my stomach. In the mirror I had a perfect view on his pert little ass, the curve of his spine, the way my cock was disappearing into his mouth again and again. The visual and the sensations culminated in me falling apart in record time. My knees felt weak, and there was a thrumming behind my navel that indicated I wouldn’t last long.
“Hold on, baby,” I panted, guiding him off of my cock.
Dom looked up at me with wide eyes, wild hair, and swollen lips.
I had never seen anything more beautiful.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
I groaned, tugging lightly at his hair. He preened.
I’m filing that away for future reference, I thought vaguely.
“I need to fuck you,” I gasped out. “Please Dom, please tell me I can fuck you.”
“God yes,” he breathed, struggling to his feet on shaky legs. “Where—”
“Get in the shower,” I said, my chest clenching with anticipation.
We tumbled into the spacious shower together, trading filthy kisses as the water warmed up. I had thought ahead and stashed a bottle of lube in there when we first got to the room, and I sent out a thank you to the universe for the foresight. I slicked my fingers quickly and pulled Dom into a tight embrace, licking into his mouth as I trailed my slick fingers down toward his hole.
“Jesus, Smith,” he gasped, pushing back against my hand. He was still slick and open from being fingered earlier and I pushed two fingers in with almost no resistance.
“You ready for me?” I asked, mouthing at his neck. There was already a constellation of marks there, and I felt a little shock of pride at the way he exposed his neck, silently begging for more.
“Beyond ready,” he breathed. “Do you have a condom?”
“Oh shit, it’s in the bedroom. Hold on, I’ll go grab—”
“I’m clean,” Dom blurted out.
“Yeah, me too,” I said breathlessly. “I always use condoms just in case, but…”
“But?” he asked, looking hopeful.
“But it seems like you might be asking me…not to?” I ventured.
Dom flushed and blinked down at me with a bashful expression on his face. “I don’t want to pressure you. We should probably just use one to be extra safe.”
“But you’d rather not?” I prompted.
“I’d rather not,” he admitted. “I’ve always wanted to try without and I know you’re on top of getting tested and…”
“We’re both clean,” I said slowly, turning it over in my mind. “We’ve both been careful in the past. I think it’s okay this once.”
Dom’s face lit up and I felt a shock of nerves t
hrobbing in my gut. I was so into him, wanted to be completely connected without anything between us. He was making me feel things I had never imagined I would ever feel, let alone with someone I had just met. And shit, I was about to take him bare…that would be a first for me. I wasn’t someone who had a lot of firsts left in the bedroom department.
“You gonna fuck me or what?” Dom asked playfully, and I was brought back to the present moment.
“Turn around,” I growled, grabbing the lube once more and slicking my cock. I was so hard it was painful. God fucking dammit, Dom was blowing my mind and I wasn’t even inside him yet.
Dom spun to face the tiled wall, planting his hands firmly on the tiles and sticking his ass out. He looked positively delectable, and I let out a desperate little huff. Then I lined up my cock and pressed in ever so slowly.
Time seemed to stop.
I would’ve sworn that the earth ceased spinning on its axis as our bodies joined together. Everything else—the sound of the shower, the smell of a freshly cleaned bathroom, the knowledge that we were in goddamn Paris—faded away into the background. It was just Dom and me, nestled together as intimately as two people possibly can be.
Then he arched his back and let out a high-pitched whine. Everything came crashing back and my entire body lit up, every nerve doused in pleasure. He felt amazing around me, tight and hot and impossibly intimate. It had never felt quite like this before, and I wasn’t sure if that was because we had ditched the condom or just because of Dom.
Holy fucking hell.
He thrust back impatiently, clearly unimpressed with my whole standing-still-and-soaking-in-the-moment thing. And I definitely didn’t need to be told goddamn twice. I let my hands fall to his hips and held on for dear life as I began pistoning my hips forward.
“God, Smith, you’re—you’re—fuck—”
I pressed a messy kiss between his shoulder blades, too fucked-out for finesse, and shifted my hips just enough to change the angle. He let out a fucking howl and started babbling incoherently, begging me to keep going.
“Baby,” I moaned, leaning forward to plaster myself against his back. I was gripping his hips hard enough that I knew there would be bruises, and he was clenching so goddamn hard around my cock that my orgasm was already approaching like a fucking freight train.
“I need you,” Dom cried out, one of his hands flying to his own neglected cock. I summoned the last of my higher brain function and batted his hand away, replacing it with one of my own. We fell back into that familiar rhythm, him thrusting forward into my hand and then back onto my cock. He was feverish in his desperation to feel both sensations at once. I was stroking him at lightning speed both inside and out, and his breathing was getting more and more erratic.
One second he was moaning my name and the next he was coming, spraying all over the tiles and my hand. It only took one more desperate stroke into him before I was coming as well, filling him up and nearly sobbing at how good it felt. We were a mess, clinging to each other in the shower as we started to come down.
But I wasn’t thinking about that.
I was thinking about how right it felt to be so connected to Dom.
I was thinking about how I never wanted to let him go.
I was thinking about how utterly, truly fucked I was.
When we finally pulled apart, my spent cock sliding from his ass as we both groaned, I felt almost bereft. Dom, though, seemed completely blissed out. He reached back to feel the cum sliding out of him and shot me a dazed smile.
“Always wondered what that’d feel like,” he slurred.
“It’s gorgeous,” I murmured before I could stop myself. Then I froze, worried that I’d gone too far.
Dom, though, didn’t seem to care.
“You’re incredible, Smith,” he said with a sleepy smile. “I’ve never come that hard in my life, Jesus.”
I grabbed a bar of soap that smelled faintly of rosemary and began lathering it up. I ran my hands all over Dom’s body, cleaning him up. His body was so sensitive after being thoroughly fucked, and I felt a flash of pride every time he shuddered or pressed into my touch. When we were both clean and flushed all over, I turned off the water and dragged Dom back into the bedroom.
“Thank you, Smith,” he said as we crawled under the covers together. I could hear from his voice that he was already fading, probably seconds from falling asleep.
“Thank you,” I countered, smiling down at him.
He reached over sleepily and dragged my arm over his waist so that I was spooning him. Then, without another word, he was out like a light.
I lay there, wrapped around this marvelous man, and thought about what this meant. I already knew that this was more than just a passing infatuation. The things I felt for him were clear and visceral and strong as a shot of bourbon.
Thoughts began chasing each other around my head as the endorphins from the orgasm were replaced with my typical beehive anxiety.
You can’t have feelings for him.
It goes against everything you believe in.
Even if you wanted to date someone, he lives in Seattle.
Your entire brand is based on sleeping around.
Feelings like this could tank your career.
Don’t be an idiot, Smith.
God fucking dammit.
5
Dom
I woke up to the familiar sound of my alarm trilling away. For a split second I was frozen in time, completely unaware that I wasn’t in my bed back in Seattle. But then I rolled over to swat at my phone and found myself pressed up against someone, and it all came flooding back.
“Dom?” Smith asked groggily as I turned off the alarm and tossed my phone to the floor.
“Morning,” I said with a smile.
He looked absolutely gorgeous, of course. Even at the obscenely early hour of six a.m., he still managed charm me without even trying. His hair was mussed and his eyes were only halfway open, but that little smile was flickering around his mouth. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and fall back asleep for the next couple of hours, before finally eating breakfast in bed and heading out into the city to explore.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option.
“I gotta go,” Smith said around a yawn, glancing at the clock. “Have collaboration projects with other YourTubers all day.”
“Oh god, yeah, so do I,” I said, my heart sinking. “I wish I could just ditch them all and go see more of Paris instead.”
With you, I silently added.
Smith was grabbing his clothes off the floor, his back turned to me. I admired the play of muscles in his back, and the smattering of hickies I had sucked into his skin the night before. My stomach swooped and I chided myself.
Calm down, don’t get all heart-eyes on the guy after one night.
“I need to get across town,” Smith said, pulling up his jeans and looking around for a shirt. “Why the hell didn’t I just plan to meet everyone here at the hotel?”
“Probably because you wanted to take advantage of the Parisian scenery and get some good transition shots,” I suggested, heading into the bathroom to grab my toothbrush. Smith followed me in and pushed me aside so that he could brush his own teeth. I tried not to stare openly, but I just found everything about him so damn attractive.
I was tumbling down the rabbit-hole of puppy love, and I knew from experience that it was a long, hard fall. Best to play it cool and hope that my feelings would mellow out. Smith didn’t need a needy guy following him around for a week, bugging him.
“Listen, I probably won’t be back until tonight,” Smith said when he was done in the bathroom. “But I’ll, uh, see you then. Right?”
“Unless you decide to fess up and get us kicked out of the honeymoon suite,” I teased. “I’ll be here.”
“Great,” said Smith, and I thought I detected something like relief. But then he was rushing out the door without another word, leaving me standing there in my boxers wondering what the hell w
as going on between the two of us.
My phone started vibrating just as I got off the Metro near Notre Dame. I glanced at the screen and saw that it was my mom. Smiling, I answered the call.
“Hey Mom, how’s it going?”
“I should be asking you that,” she said cheerily. “How is the City of Love treating you?”
I blushed, glad that she couldn’t see all the marks Smith had left on my body.
“It’s absolutely beautiful here,” I said, hoping to divert her away from any questions that might lead to talking about Smith.
“I remember being blown away when I was there with Alistair a couple of months ago,” she said.
“Must be nice, having a rich boyfriend to fly you around the world,” I said, rolling my eyes. “How are things going with you two?”
“Oh, we’re doing great,” Mom said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “You know, maybe when you’re stateside again we can talk about getting you and his boys to visit at the same time.”
“Um…sure,” I said, waffling.
“I know you don’t love Alistair,” Mom said with a sigh. “I just think if you spend more time together, you’ll see that he’s a great guy. And he really cares about me, Dominic.”
“I don’t dislike him,” I clarified. “Besides, it doesn’t matter if I want to be best friends with the guy, the only thing I care about is that he treats you well. You know that, right? Even when I’m bratty, I really only care about your wellbeing.”
She laughed, a high tinkling sound that brought me right back to my childhood. We had spent so many days together, just the two of us, talking and laughing for hours. She was, hands down, the most important person in my life.
“How did I end up with such a good kid?” she asked.
“I’m pretty sure it was a one-night stand, right?” I shot back, and we both cracked up.
“Don’t get smart with me, Dominic Baker,” she said through a giggle. “I brought you into this world and I can take you out of it.”
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