Ticktock, ticktock, ticktock...
“That’s IT!” I yelled when we were back in my room, immediately walking over to the closet and grabbing clothes and lube and condoms.
I threw a bag on the bed and tossed the stuff in my hands into it, nodding my head for Ville to do the same. “I’m done, Vil. We’re gonna go to a fucking hotel and I’m gonna fuck you until we’re both too tired to move, because if I have to go through another interruption, I’m gonna become the next Michael Meyers and just massacre EVERYONE.”
He got the gist and started shoving his own clothes into my bag, adding with them a vibrator and a couple of flavored lubricants. “No arguments here, sweetheart. I’m just as pissed about all the interruptions. Do you want me to pack the collar?”
I shook my head with a shudder. “Odds are I’m not gonna last if I get to see that around your neck again, babe.”
He smirked, tossing it back into his suitcase. “Alright. I’m ready then.”
I stepped back from the bag. “So am I. Let’s get the hell out of here before someone else finds some reason to stop us.”
And we did.
*
“Mr. Valo and Mr. Margera? Your room is ready.” The concierge tossed us our room key-I’d made the reservation on the way-and we dove into the elevator before another couple could take it, slamming on the button to shut the doors and making out from the ground floor to ours, the fifth.
When we reached our floor, I yanked his arm to get him out of the elevator and dragged his ass down the hall to our room because he didn’t know which one it was, then pulled open the door and threw him inside.
He stumbled past a coffee table and fell onto the love seat, eyes wide and excited as he squeaked, “Bammie?”
I jumped over the table and landed hard on top of him, immediately bending down to kiss him with a growled, “Shut up.”
He did, with words anyway. He moaned and whined at me to get our clothes off, squirming under me as I lavished attention on his lips and then his neck, pushing at his shirt to get it off.
“Bammie, now,” he begged, spreading his legs so I could nest there and snaking his hands down past my stomach to mess with my belt.
I grunted, bucking into his hips so he would lose focus, and lose focus he did.
He let go of my belt and removed his own shirt, throwing it away from us as he pushed up to kiss me back, pushing his hands into my hair and slanting his lips over mine.
When breath grew short, I backed off of him, tossing my shirt and sliding my belt quickly out of its loops, bucking down into his bulging jeans to quiet his whining.
I ripped open my button and zip and pushed my jeans down my hips, watching as he scrambled to do the same. His eyes stayed on my hands and when the curve of my cock in my boxers started to appear, he licked his lips, having trouble finding the clasp of his own jeans with his lack of concentration.
“Bammie, get ‘em off,” he pleaded, gripping the waistband and trying to shove them off of him without undoing them.
I nodded, kicking off my own, and went after his, dragging down his zipper and popping the button, breathing on his silk-covered groin as I slid them down his long, long legs, and kicked them off of the cushion onto the floor.
He took it upon himself to rid us of boxers, squirming under my hot gaze. “God, Bam, please…don’t make me wait any longer…”
I smirked, bending down to run my tongue from his navel to his collarbone, nipping at the skin there to his shocked gasps. “You really want to get fucked, don’t you, baby?”
He nodded, clutching my head and pulling me into another hard, desperate kiss. “Yes, Bam, so much. It’s been too long since you’ve been inside me, darling,” he whispered into the flesh of my lips, and with him wiggling and begging under me, fuck, I was hard pressed not to agree.
But I had an idea, and I’m really hard to dissuade when I have an idea. “Are you picky about what I put inside you?” I was already sliding down his body, holding his hips down because I knew he was going to buck when I did what I was thinking of.
***
I saw him open his mouth to answer, and surged forward, thrusting my tongue inside him.
“No-oh!” he screamed, bucking like I thought he would, his hands landing on my shoulders and digging into them so hard they left nasty marks.
I gave him my own bruises with my grip on his hips and shoved my tongue harder into his body, moving it in circles until I could taste the sweetness of his inner walls.
I moaned, and the vibrations made him shudder, moaning, “Baaaaam…”
I smiled, sliding out of him and shallowly pushing back in, starting to rub circles onto his hips where I held him as he whimpered out pleas for something bigger, something harder, just more.
I left him completely, lapping at his hole to his keening and squirming, and moving back up his body to kiss him, mixing his taste with ours and licking every inch of the inside of his mouth. I loved both tastes, and I wanted them both, greedy boy that I was.
He moaned into my lips, groping at my cheek with one hand and my ass with the other, pulling me as hard as he could against his body. I stuck my fingers inside him where my tongue had been and pushed up, going for his spot as I ravaged his mouth.
His arm wound around my back and he arched into the strokes of my fingers, letting go of the tight grip his lips had on mine to gasp, “God, just fuck me, Bam…”
I have to admit at this point I was rather impatient too, and I showed it with the hard shoves of my fingers into him, wiggling them to prepare him rather sloppily. “Beg me some more, baby…” I hissed into his ear, brushing his spot once again.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, “Bam, in me, please…God, that feels so good…please, just please…”
I shuddered at that last please and nodded, pulling my fingers out of him and shimmying down his body again to position myself where he and I desperately needed me to be.
His body bowed off of the cushion until my tip was practically inside him, while he whimpered, “Bammie, now, please, now…”
My stomach clenched and I moved forward until I was half inside him, holding myself up with one hand and stroking his face gently with the other, as he breathed hard and tried to relax.
“Baby, are you okay? I’ll stop if you want…” Please don’t make me, I begged in my head, biting on my lip and holding myself very still so he couldn’t entice me in further with the softness pressing in on me.
He shook his head and arched into me with a quiet moan. “Just…slow, for now…” was the panted request, and I nodded, holding on his hip as I pushed in, and slowly drew out.
He nodded, breathing hard on my cheek as I made love to his body inside and out. My hand rested on his stomach and I slowly drew patterns on the skin as I pushed in and out again. It took so much restraint, and I nearly failed, but with his green eyes looking up at me, glowing in pleasure that I was giving, it became almost easy.
He bent his neck back and I bit at the skin there, gradually moving faster to his whining moans of encouragement.
“Love, I need faster now,” he begged, and I obeyed, sliding my lips up to his as I pushed my hips quicker into his. He wasn’t the only one who needed more.
“Mmm, baby, you’re so hot…” I meant it, because every inch of him was scorching me, burning my body in an almost painful way.
He thrashed under me, his hands finding their way to my ass and squeezing, pulling, making sure I was moving as fast as he wanted.
“More,” he begged, wrapping his arms around my back and just yanking me down on top of him. My face pressed into his neck and I licked the skin, rolling my hips harder into his.
I wasn’t giving him what he wanted, though, because he clawed my back, whining, “More, Bam, more!”
I pushed myself up and angled my hips, grabbing his sides to move him where I wanted him and pushing hard up.
***
I found what he wanted. His whole body spasmed as he screamed my name, and I cried out as I felt his nails draw blood from my back.
“Yes, Bam, yes! Fuck me!”
I did. I pushed him down into the softness of the cushions and pushed harder and faster, giving him what he wanted.
I heard yes, and yes, and Bam, yes, God, yes, and I whined into his mouth as he squeezed around me, getting closer to the edge than I wanted to be.
“Darling, yes, give it to me...too long…harder…” God, did he know how to heat my blood. I fucked harder and harder, moaning into his lips, his jaw, his neck, wherever my head lay.
“Baby, you’re beautiful,” I murmured into his ear, slipping my hand between us to grasp his length and pulling the way I knew he loved it. “…Come for me.”
“Fuck, Bam!” He bucked into my hand and into my thrust at the same time, covering my hand and his chest with warm, white fluid.
His entire body tensed around me when he came and there was no way to stop my orgasm with the hot, wet pressure around my cock; I rode into him hard, whimpering his name over and over and over as I filled him.
*
Minutes later, I dragged myself out of him, resting on his chest as I fought to get my breath back.
He smiled down at me, pushing sweaty hair out of my face and kissing the even sweatier forehead beneath.
“Bammie…” his voice was warm and soft, and it blanketed me in comfort as I snuggled closer to him.
“Hmm?”
I looked up at him and we both laughed at the same time, bending forward to kiss just once.
“Worth the wait,” we said as our lips came apart, smiling in a sated sort of way.
“Does that mean we should pay attention to the interruptions from now on?” he asked, nuzzling my cheek with his nose.
I grimaced, shaking my head. “Fuck no, great sex or not. Next time, we ignore everyone and everything.”
He laughed, and the strange hiccupping sound, raspy from the screaming, lulled me to sleep, along with the exhaustion of a well-deserved fuck.
***
So...was it worth every bit of torture you had to endure, darlings? Leave me some love if it was!
I threw a bag on the bed and tossed the stuff in my hands into it, nodding my head for Ville to do the same. “I’m done, Vil. We’re gonna go to a fucking hotel and I’m gonna fuck you until we’re both too tired to move, because if I have to go through another interruption, I’m gonna become the next Michael Meyers and just massacre EVERYONE.”
He got the gist and started shoving his own clothes into my bag, adding with them a vibrator and a couple of flavored lubricants. “No arguments here, sweetheart. I’m just as pissed about all the interruptions. Do you want me to pack the collar?”
I shook my head with a shudder. “Odds are I’m not gonna last if I get to see that around your neck again, babe.”
He smirked, tossing it back into his suitcase. “Alright. I’m ready then.”
I stepped back from the bag. “So am I. Let’s get the hell out of here before someone else finds some reason to stop us.”
And we did.
*
“Mr. Valo and Mr. Margera? Your room is ready.” The concierge tossed us our room key-I’d made the reservation on the way-and we dove into the elevator before another couple could take it, slamming on the button to shut the doors and making out from the ground floor to ours, the fifth.
When we reached our floor, I yanked his arm to get him out of the elevator and dragged his ass down the hall to our room because he didn’t know which one it was, then pulled open the door and threw him inside.
He stumbled past a coffee table and fell onto the love seat, eyes wide and excited as he squeaked, “Bammie?”
I jumped over the table and landed hard on top of him, immediately bending down to kiss him with a growled, “Shut up.”
He did, with words anyway. He moaned and whined at me to get our clothes off, squirming under me as I lavished attention on his lips and then his neck, pushing at his shirt to get it off.
“Bammie, now,” he begged, spreading his legs so I could nest there and snaking his hands down past my stomach to mess with my belt.
I grunted, bucking into his hips so he would lose focus, and lose focus he did.
He let go of my belt and removed his own shirt, throwing it away from us as he pushed up to kiss me back, pushing his hands into my hair and slanting his lips over mine.
When breath grew short, I backed off of him, tossing my shirt and sliding my belt quickly out of its loops, bucking down into his bulging jeans to quiet his whining.
I ripped open my button and zip and pushed my jeans down my hips, watching as he scrambled to do the same. His eyes stayed on my hands and when the curve of my cock in my boxers started to appear, he licked his lips, having trouble finding the clasp of his own jeans with his lack of concentration.
“Bammie, get ‘em off,” he pleaded, gripping the waistband and trying to shove them off of him without undoing them.
I nodded, kicking off my own, and went after his, dragging down his zipper and popping the button, breathing on his silk-covered groin as I slid them down his long, long legs, and kicked them off of the cushion onto the floor.
He took it upon himself to rid us of boxers, squirming under my hot gaze. “God, Bam, please…don’t make me wait any longer…”
I smirked, bending down to run my tongue from his navel to his collarbone, nipping at the skin there to his shocked gasps. “You really want to get fucked, don’t you, baby?”
He nodded, clutching my head and pulling me into another hard, desperate kiss. “Yes, Bam, so much. It’s been too long since you’ve been inside me, darling,” he whispered into the flesh of my lips, and with him wiggling and begging under me, fuck, I was hard pressed not to agree.
But I had an idea, and I’m really hard to dissuade when I have an idea. “Are you picky about what I put inside you?” I was already sliding down his body, holding his hips down because I knew he was going to buck when I did what I was thinking of.
***
I saw him open his mouth to answer, and surged forward, thrusting my tongue inside him.
“No-oh!” he screamed, bucking like I thought he would, his hands landing on my shoulders and digging into them so hard they left nasty marks.
I gave him my own bruises with my grip on his hips and shoved my tongue harder into his body, moving it in circles until I could taste the sweetness of his inner walls.
I moaned, and the vibrations made him shudder, moaning, “Baaaaam…”
I smiled, sliding out of him and shallowly pushing back in, starting to rub circles onto his hips where I held him as he whimpered out pleas for something bigger, something harder, just more.
I left him completely, lapping at his hole to his keening and squirming, and moving back up his body to kiss him, mixing his taste with ours and licking every inch of the inside of his mouth. I loved both tastes, and I wanted them both, greedy boy that I was.
He moaned into my lips, groping at my cheek with one hand and my ass with the other, pulling me as hard as he could against his body. I stuck my fingers inside him where my tongue had been and pushed up, going for his spot as I ravaged his mouth.
His arm wound around my back and he arched into the strokes of my fingers, letting go of the tight grip his lips had on mine to gasp, “God, just fuck me, Bam…”
I have to admit at this point I was rather impatient too, and I showed it with the hard shoves of my fingers into him, wiggling them to prepare him rather sloppily. “Beg me some more, baby…” I hissed into his ear, brushing his spot once again.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, “Bam, in me, please…God, that feels so good…please, just please…”
I shuddered at that last please and nodded, pulling my fingers out of him and shimmying down his body again to position myself where he and I desperately needed me to be.
His body bowed off of the cushion until my tip was practically inside him, while he whimpered, “Bammie, now, please, now…”
My stomach clenched and I moved forward until I was half inside him, holding myself up with one hand and stroking his face gently with the other, as he breathed hard and tried to relax.
“Baby, are you okay? I’ll stop if you want…” Please don’t make me, I begged in my head, biting on my lip and holding myself very still so he couldn’t entice me in further with the softness pressing in on me.
He shook his head and arched into me with a quiet moan. “Just…slow, for now…” was the panted request, and I nodded, holding on his hip as I pushed in, and slowly drew out.
He nodded, breathing hard on my cheek as I made love to his body inside and out. My hand rested on his stomach and I slowly drew patterns on the skin as I pushed in and out again. It took so much restraint, and I nearly failed, but with his green eyes looking up at me, glowing in pleasure that I was giving, it became almost easy.
He bent his neck back and I bit at the skin there, gradually moving faster to his whining moans of encouragement.
“Love, I need faster now,” he begged, and I obeyed, sliding my lips up to his as I pushed my hips quicker into his. He wasn’t the only one who needed more.
“Mmm, baby, you’re so hot…” I meant it, because every inch of him was scorching me, burning my body in an almost painful way.
He thrashed under me, his hands finding their way to my ass and squeezing, pulling, making sure I was moving as fast as he wanted.
“More,” he begged, wrapping his arms around my back and just yanking me down on top of him. My face pressed into his neck and I licked the skin, rolling my hips harder into his.
I wasn’t giving him what he wanted, though, because he clawed my back, whining, “More, Bam, more!”
I pushed myself up and angled my hips, grabbing his sides to move him where I wanted him and pushing hard up.
***
I found what he wanted. His whole body spasmed as he screamed my name, and I cried out as I felt his nails draw blood from my back.
“Yes, Bam, yes! Fuck me!”
I did. I pushed him down into the softness of the cushions and pushed harder and faster, giving him what he wanted.
I heard yes, and yes, and Bam, yes, God, yes, and I whined into his mouth as he squeezed around me, getting closer to the edge than I wanted to be.
“Darling, yes, give it to me...too long…harder…” God, did he know how to heat my blood. I fucked harder and harder, moaning into his lips, his jaw, his neck, wherever my head lay.
“Baby, you’re beautiful,” I murmured into his ear, slipping my hand between us to grasp his length and pulling the way I knew he loved it. “…Come for me.”
“Fuck, Bam!” He bucked into my hand and into my thrust at the same time, covering my hand and his chest with warm, white fluid.
His entire body tensed around me when he came and there was no way to stop my orgasm with the hot, wet pressure around my cock; I rode into him hard, whimpering his name over and over and over as I filled him.
*
Minutes later, I dragged myself out of him, resting on his chest as I fought to get my breath back.
He smiled down at me, pushing sweaty hair out of my face and kissing the even sweatier forehead beneath.
“Bammie…” his voice was warm and soft, and it blanketed me in comfort as I snuggled closer to him.
“Hmm?”
I looked up at him and we both laughed at the same time, bending forward to kiss just once.
“Worth the wait,” we said as our lips came apart, smiling in a sated sort of way.
“Does that mean we should pay attention to the interruptions from now on?” he asked, nuzzling my cheek with his nose.
I grimaced, shaking my head. “Fuck no, great sex or not. Next time, we ignore everyone and everything.”
He laughed, and the strange hiccupping sound, raspy from the screaming, lulled me to sleep, along with the exhaustion of a well-deserved fuck.
***
So...was it worth every bit of torture you had to endure, darlings? Leave me some love if it was!