The Best Man | Part 12: Back To The Room (Patreon)

All characters depicted in this story are fictional and 18 years of age or older. Everything portrayed is safe, sane, and consensual.

We walked fast, almost jogging through the shadows of the estate grounds, the night air cool against our wet skin. My soaked underwear clung to me, heavy and cold, but I didn’t care, I was too wired from what we’d just done in the pool. Calvin had managed to grab one towel, the oversized hotel-white kind, but I hadn’t thought to bring one at all. So I clung to him, both of us wrapped inside the same damp cotton, wet bodies pressed close as we moved quickly down the path. His arm around me pulled the towel tighter, pulled me tighter, until from a distance we probably looked like one body hustling toward the suites.

Neither of us said a word. Just the sound of dripping water, the slap of our wet feet on the stone, and the tight squeeze of his hand at my side guiding me forward. The whole way, my cock throbbed inside soaked underwear.

The second we shut the door, the world went quiet again. The lock clicked, and the silence swallowed us whole.

We stood at the edge of the bed, both still wrapped up in that one towel, Calvin turned toward me, his chest brushing against mine, and suddenly there was nowhere else to go. The towel cinched us together, his broad torso firm against me, his breath warm on my face.

He pulled the fabric up and started drying my back, dragging the cotton slowly across my shoulders, down my spine. Each rough sweep made my skin twitch, made me shiver, made me lean harder into him. I pressed my forehead to his jaw while he rubbed me down, deliberately slow, the friction more intimate than it had any right to be.

I took the towel from him, sliding it across his broad shoulders, rubbing it down over his tattoos, dragging it along the ridges of his chest. My hand lingered, rubbing lower, over the hard line of his abs, the fabric snagging on his soaked underwear. Our hips nudged closer until the bulges straining inside both our underwears were pressing together, hot and obvious.

He groaned, low, against my mouth. I kissed him; wet, desperate, teeth knocking while the towel slid uselessly down to the floor. His tongue pushed into me, and his hands clamped hard on my waist, dragging me against him until our cocks mashed together through the thin cling of wet fabric.

I ground up into him, and he answered with a sharp roll of his hips. Every kiss was wetter, hungrier, messier. His lips dragged down my jaw, teeth grazing, tongue hot against the shell of my ear. His hand reached down between us and hooked the waistband of my underwear.

It took only one tug before both of us were shoving the last barriers away, briefs sliding down, kicked off with frantic shuffles of our feet until we were both undressed.. Our cocks slapped together..slippery, hard, leaking already.

I gasped into his mouth as he wrapped one strong arm around my ass, cupping me, hauling me tight against him. The other hand tangled in my hair, pulling me deeper into the kiss. My cock rubbed hard against his, shafts sliding, heads bumping, smearing pre-cum between us.Our chests heaved, skin sticking, water and sweat and precum smearing in every breathless grind. His cock felt impossibly hot against mine, every twitch sending sparks through my gut. He kissed me rougher, deeper, until I thought I’d choke on it, until I was moaning straight into his throat.

Calvin’s mouth crushed against mine, lips moving hungrily as if he could devour every sound I made. His tongue tangled with mine, hot and demanding, and then his voice broke through, low and dirty against my lips.

“Fuck, Masey… your hole is so wet right now,” he growled, his fingers digging between my cheeks, pressing insistently against me.

I moaned into his mouth, unable to stop the sound. "aahhh… Calvin…”

His hand pushed deeper, teasing right where I needed him, while the other arm locked tight around my waist. I gasped, then slipped backward onto the bed, dragging him with me. The mattress dipped under our weight as Calvin came down on top, towering above me, his hot body pinning me in place. His chest pressed into mine, damp skin sliding, his pecs hard and full against me, his tattoos flexing with every movement.

He kissed me again, his mouth claiming mine as his hand trailed lower. His palm cupped me from underneath, right beneath my balls, before his fingers slid even further down, pressing against my hole.

“Uhmm… fuck… that wet hole…” he murmured, dragging his mouth down my jaw, teeth grazing my skin.

“Mhmm…” I moaned, clutching at his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath.

He shifted, gripping my thighs with both hands, lifting them high until they hooked over his broad shoulders. His body moved lower, his knees sinking into the bed as he settled between my spread legs. His cock jutted forward, heavy and rigid, the thick shaft pressing against me. He lined himself up, the swollen tip nudging at my hole, teasing, testing.

He looked down at me, breathing rough. “Do you wanna keep going? Because once we do this, there’s no going back.”I bit down on my lip, chest heaving against his. The sight of him above me made my head spin; his massive chest looming close, every line of muscle carved and perfect, tattoos winding across his arms and ribs, his abs hard and tight as he hovered over me. His cock pressed at my entrance, the thick head nudging and teasing, tapping lightly against my hole like a promise I could barely breathe through.

“Fuck yes… fuck me, please,” I gasped, tilting my hips higher into him.

He smirked, eyes locked on mine, and let the swollen head sink in just a little inside me.

“Goddamn. You’re so fucking tight, Mase,” Calvin groaned, his voice rough and low.

My hands clawed at the sheets, knuckles white, body trembling as he pushed deeper by slow degrees. The stretch burned and thrilled all at once, every nerve ending alive.

“Fuck, Mase… your hole...Jesus fucking Christ,” he growled, gripping my thighs tighter.

“Go deeper Cal,” I begged, voice breaking into breathy, raw need.

He let out a moaning sound, then drove himself forward, sliding in smooth and deliberate until every inch of his cock was buried inside me. My body clenched hard around him, stretching wide to take him in, sparks of heat rolling through my spine.

A sharp cry tore out of me; not just a sound of pain or pleasure but both colliding, ragged and desperate, a sound I didn’t know I could make.

Calvin’s hands slid down, gripping my waist, holding me firmly in place as he leaned over me, chest pressing to mine. That smirk was still on his lips like he knew exactly what he had just claimed.

'You’re mine' it seemed to say without words, and fuck, in that moment, it felt like I was on top of the world beneath him.

I wrapped my legs tighter over his shoulders, my body trembling, my hole stretched around him, and all I could do was gasp for more.

And that’s where we stayed; right on the edge, caught in that first full stretch of him inside me, knowing the real fucking was only about to begin.

The Best Man | Part 13: Nothing Held Back