“You have killed me — and thriven on it, I think. How strong you are! How many years do you mean to live after I am gone?” — Catherine Earnshaw.
Quickly enough, Jeremy lead us to his very own room, which was paved with ashen grey tiles, and walls coated with royal blue paint. There was a balcony to the left of the room, which could be accessed by the door adhered to the entrance of it, while there was a bathroom to the right. On tilting my head upwards, I saw a glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling, reflecting back shapes of iridescent sunlight on the walls.
Peeling the shirt off my back, I caught hold of his face, kissing him earnestly. He had the same amount of enthusiasm as me, if not more. Nibbling at his lower lip, my fumbling hands reached to the hem of his jeans, pulling off the tucked part of the shirt. My teeth grazed along his jaw, earning a moan from the other person. Unlike Alexander, there was no trepidation or the feeling of my heart thumping against my chest. It felt easy, and I wasn’t nervous.
His hand slid down to the buckle of my belt wrapped around jeans, noisily trying to open it. Breaking away from the languorous kiss, I unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor, pooling at my feet. I did the same with him, while him kissing me with all that he had, until I had driven myself to the point of restlessness. Urging him to lie flat on the bed, the condom packet clutched in my hands were lifting to my mouth, as my teeth ripped off the covering.
Taking the latex material in my hands, I pinched the apex, rolling the covering on my shaft, making sure there was no air inside. I climbed on top of him, the person whose toes were already curling against the sheets even though I hadn’t even started yet. Meanwhile, I reached for the lube in the nightstand, coating the condom with the lubricant. I wanted to go missionary style, because it was less complex and tactfully easier than the others.
“Spread your legs. Farther.” I commanded, while he looked up at me, with affection stricken dreamy eyes. What — Nevermind, I had no time to think of it, because I was turned on, hard and erect and he did what I asked him to without any further ado. Quietly, I guided myself into his entrance, as he clasped his hand against his mouth.
“Breathe, Jer. We have done it a hundred times. Focus on your pleasure. Focus on my pleasure.” I whispered into his ears, bending low so that he could hear me, that husky voice rolling over his eardrums like melted chocolate over caramel. Tension eased out of his body at my reassurance, and I felt his flexing muscles relax.
Fixing my position, I threw my hands around either side of his body, boxing him in as my palms dug in the mattress when I moved my hips forward, entering him. The next half an hour was a mixture of moans and groans from the either side, and he had draped a satin bed sheet over my person, obscuring the lower part of my body. His arms held me in place, close to his chest every time I slammed into him with all the might that I had.
Occasionally, he lifted his lips up to meet mine, opening them under my mouth, urging me to kiss him. I did so, and I never left my mind wander off to questions such as, he looked like he was in love with me and what would happen when he finds out that his feelings aren't requited. Throwing his head back in appreciation, Jeremy moaned, his hands travelling to my back, caressing the muscles. His nails dug in the flesh beside my spine, when I crouched to meet his neck, gently sucking on the tender flesh.
His finger reached my tousled hair, tugging at them while my hips kept moving, in and out of him with the satin sheet on top of me. My mouth opened under his throat, earning a low growl from the other guy, as my tongue flicked over the vulnerable areas, kissing and biting every spot. His hands were wrapped tightly around my torso, holding me close to his person.
“Now if you both can stop fucking and proceed towards making the arrangements of the game, I'd be much obliged.” The all too familiar voice made me jump, and froze Jeremy in place. Shocked as I was, I quickly rolled myself out of the person I was fucking, as I met the usual cold grey eyes of the man who was leaning against the doorway.
“Alexander, jesus, are the others — ” I had wrapped the satin sheet over us both, while I watched the third person guffaw, and not exactly in a friendly tone.
“Nah. They'll be coming within ten minutes.”
“Xander, I would've told you sooner —”
His gaze had a certain intensity to them that could have me burned in seconds if they could. He glanced at me, contempt etching his facial features while he held a hand up, stopping Jeremy mid sentence.
“Save it.”