Even though Hunter knew it was against the rules, Cesare was too much temptation to resist when no one was watching them. Hunter willingly gave himself over to the next kiss, simply because it meant there would be less talking. He slid one hand back into Cesare’s silken hair, using the grip to pull him closer for a deeper taste that had Hunter eager to move on to other things that didn’t involve words. Despite his irritation, his desire for the man on his lap began to stir. “Damn it, we don’t have time for this, Lorenzo,” Hunter growled, more frustrated by that fact than he was willing to admit.
“I told the driver to take the long way back,” Cesare conspiratorially confessed as he started trailing kisses up Hunter’s neck before tugging on his lower earlobe. “I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to be this close to you without fucking, Dragon.”
In such close quarters, Hunter was drowning in Cesare’s unique cologne, which was spiced with dark desires and never failed to arouse him on a primal level. “The only thing that should be illegal is how good you smell,” Hunter muttered as he leaned forward, trailing his tongue up Cesare’s neck, moaning at the flavor as his cock grew harder. Even though giving in to his desires was a bad idea, Hunter couldn’t find it within himself to care when he had Cesare in his lap.
“Don’t forget how good I taste,” Cesare added before hungrily kissing Hunter, shifting his hips as his pants started to get too tight. “Not to mention how good I fuck.”
It made Hunter’s ass ache with the need to feel Cesare’s amazing cock inside of him, even as he longed to fuck the man in his arms. Needing more, Hunter started fumbling to tug down his pants.
Cesare moved off of Hunter’s lap and onto the bench seat directly opposite of him, struggling out of his own pants. When he was finally free, Cesare ran his fingers over his already prepared entrance while challenging, “Why don’t you get over here and remind me why you’re number one at Cole Corporation?”
Procuring a condom from the armrest, Hunter slid it on before getting on his knees and positioning them so that Cesare could slide onto his cock with a sigh of relief. Knowing that they were short on time, Hunter started a hard and fast rhythm that had Cesare tossing his head back with a moan as he enjoyed the experience to the fullest.
Keeping a firm grip on Cesare’s hips, Hunter mercilessly thrust into his tight channel as he lost himself in their rough coupling. He willingly surrendered himself to drowning in Cesare. It was a relief for Hunter to finally be free of all the troublesome and problematic thoughts that had been plaguing him. The only thing that mattered in that moment was experiencing sexual euphoria to the fullest. It was thrilling doing something so forbidden, which heightened the intensity of being with Cesare outside of Cole Corporation.
Cesare moaned with abandon, shifting his legs to rest on Hunter’s shoulders, allowing him to go even deeper. The aggressive pace made Cesare’s body writhe as he enjoyed getting fucked by the best. Switching to Italian, Cesare moaned, “How can someone as sinful as Dragon send me this close to heaven?”
It was so tempting to answer back in the language Hunter was rarely allowed to use anymore, but he resisted the urge, not willing to reveal something so personal to Cesare quite yet. “I must not be doing a very good job if you can still form words,” Hunter joked, shifting their positions so that he had Cesare almost bent in half as they furiously fucked.
“Of course you wouldn’t be satisfied with obliterating only English from my mind,” Cesare teased before interrupting himself with a gasp when Hunter started working his cock. “Fuck!”
Hunter was secretly amused by what Cesare said, but he revealed nothing as he focused on getting the man to climax. It didn’t take much longer before Cesare came with a soft cry, his whole body reacting to the sensation.
Hunter then focused on his own release, desperate for relief. It didn’t take long before he orgasmed with a low moan of his own, unable to stop “Lorenzo” from slipping past his lips.
Hunter was startled when Cesare pulled him down for an intense kiss, but he didn’t resist. He still feeling high on his release, completely intoxicated by Cesare’s unique scent. Cesare was entirely too skilled and gorgeous, which was a dangerously tempting combination for Hunter, who had to suffer through far too many gross old men in his profession.
“Ishi should be busy more often,” Cesare joked, groaning when Hunter pulled out of him. “Are you sure you don’t need a ride after class every day?”
“That would be the fastest way to ensure that we never meet again,” Hunter warned with a frown, knowing that Christophe would forbid him ever being with Cesare again if he had an inkling of how much his adoptive son enjoyed the gorgeous Italian.
“Is that your way of saying you’d miss me?” Cesare teased, cleaning himself off with a tissue while Hunter stripped off the condom and disposed of it.
The truth was that Hunter would miss being with Cesare, but he was never going to admit it out loud. After they had straightened their clothes, Hunter was unsurprised when Cesare straddled his lap once more.
“Because I sure as hell would miss you,” Cesare continued, before kissing Hunter in a tantalizing manner.
Despite having been satiated, Hunter still wrapped his arms around Cesare to pull him closer, enjoying being kissed with so much skill and passion. When they parted, Hunter sarcastically asked, “Are you confessing to me?”
“And if I was?” Cesare retorted with a coy look that stirred Hunter’s interests.
Unable to believe that Cesare had real feelings for him, Hunter said with humor in his voice, “We both know you would go fuck the first hot piece of ass you could find the second you got bored.”
“Do you honestly think there’s anyone out there better than you?” Cesare questioned with a laugh. “Why should I settle for others when I could have the best?”
Because of Cesare’s playful nature, Hunter couldn’t tell if they were dealing with hypotheticals anymore. It left him with a weird feeling, so he dismissively said, “You’ll have to learn how to be satisfied with second best.”
Cesare confidently declared, “I can make you mine.”
The arrogance of the comment made Hunter laugh as he said, “You’re delusional.”
Stroking Hunter’s cheek, Cesare told him, “We’ll have a different conversation when you break free from your keeper.”
The sincere look that Cesare was giving him made Hunter feel strange. He furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to understand what was really being said.
“In the meantime, either you need to start convincing more of your clients to enjoy threesomes with me, or I’ve got to start getting richer clients that can afford you,” Cesare commented with a smirk before indulging in another sensual kiss that made Hunter softly moan in enjoyment. “You’re too good for only the occasional fuck.”
There was nothing that Hunter could add to that, especially since he secretly harbored similar wishes. Instead of confessing, Hunter dryly told him, “I think you’ll live without me.”
“I guess if I want to keep seeing you, I’ll have to get creative,” Cesare replied with a playful wink at Hunter.
Instead of arguing further, Hunter indulged in another taste of Cesare, forgetting the dangers of his reality for a little while longer.
Once they were alone in the elevator, Ryder turned to Ishi and apologized, “I’m sorry for leaving so abruptly last time.”
Smiling at him with genuine warmth, Ishi reassured him, “I understand, sir. There’s no need to apologize.”
Wondering how much the perceptive woman actually understood, Ryder didn’t question it as they reached the top floor. “He’s through the first door on the left tonight,” Ishi informed Ryder as the doors opened to the now-familiar hallway. “Please enjoy yourself.”
Nodding in acknowledgment with the slightest hint of a blush, Ryder exited the elevator and knocked on the appropriate door before entering. Ryder felt as if he had stepped into a luxurious opium den, hazy with incense smoke, the floor covere
d by pillows. There were midnight-blue draperies all along the intricate lattice walls, which shimmered in the low lighting. The room exuded a sense of high-class debauchery.
The focal point was Hunter, lounging on a dark blue velvet chaise, wearing a traditional high-collar white silk Chinese qipao with light blue piping that complemented his eyes. He was the embodiment of sensual grace in languid repose. For a moment, Ryder was completely enraptured by the sight of Hunter looking like a beautiful concubine. It took effort to remember to shut the door behind him and remove his shoes before approaching.
It felt like Ryder was entering another world as he walked closer to Hunter. He felt almost heady, partly because of the sweet and smoky incense. His sense of anticipation increased exponentially with each step closer to his goal, stopping only when he was finally standing in front of Hunter.
“Welcome,” Hunter greeted with the faintest trace of a sexy smile, which immediately shot through Ryder like uncontrollable wildfire.
Unsure of how to respond, Ryder swallowed hard as his eyes were distracted by the high slit on the qipao, which was cut almost three-quarters of the way up Hunter’s thigh. It amplified the elegance of his long limbs, immediately making Ryder think about how it would feel to have those strong legs wrapped around his waist in an intimate embrace.
Pulling himself from such thoughts, Ryder continued trailing his gaze up Hunter’s body, coming to focus on the pale expanse of his throat, accentuated by the high Mandarin high collar. It reminded Ryder how much he loved the way that Hunter would tilt his head in acquiescence to affection, as well as the breathy moans that kisses on his neck could elicit.
Hunter watched the range of Ryder’s emotions with private amusement, even though he was mentally checking himself for the relief he felt at Ryder’s appearance. He had sat through a rather demeaning lecture from his adoptive father, which had worn on his nerves because of the high level of interest that Christophe had once again demonstrated in Ryder. The only saving grace was he had been spared punishment since Christophe remained unaware of Hunter and Cesare’s transgression in the limo earlier.
Much to his surprise, Ryder had inadvertently bolstered Hunter’s previous argument to Christophe by booking a full two hours rather than the normal one, clearly a reconciliatory action that Hunter was more than okay with accepting.
Taking advantage of Ryder’s distraction, Hunter reached out and took hold of his hand to pull him down onto the small free space on the chaise. Ryder was startled out of his reverie and readjusted his position slightly as he looked questioningly at Hunter. Although Ryder had shifted, he hadn’t let go of Hunter’s hand, surprising them both when he entwined their fingers on natural instinct. Confident that the position of their bodies would hide the subtle action from the security cameras that were recording the rooms at all times, Hunter allowed it, asking, “Feeling guilty?”
“For?” Ryder asked, somewhat disoriented by the personal liberty he had just taken with his inadvertent decision to continue holding Hunter’s hand.
Scoffing softly, Hunter quietly replied, “As if you had to ask.”
Realizing Hunter was referring to the fact that Ryder had left last time, he looked down in embarrassment, only to be distracted by the sight of their entwined hands. It lent a sense of intimacy to their meeting, but Ryder didn’t let go. He wasn’t even sure he could make himself do so.
Ryder sighed before finding the will to look up at Hunter again and maintain eye contact.
There were words that Ryder had meant to say, speeches that he had practiced on the subway ride over and during his walk there, but all of his intentions had abandoned him as he sat next to Hunter. All Ryder could focus on was Hunter’s lush lips and the warmth of the hand he was still holding. Words were secondary in importance.
Leaning forward on the chaise, Ryder initiated a tender kiss—an attempt to express what he had verbally failed to do. For Hunter, the kiss managed to be an apology and an offering all in one and he accepted it for what it was, pulling Ryder closer in the process.
Each kiss was followed by another as they continued indulging in each other. Somehow Ryder gradually found himself on top, completely caught up in Hunter. Hunter’s free hand worked its way into Ryder’s dark hair in a tender caress. He eventually freed his other hand, wrapping it around Ryder’s waist to pull him even closer. Although Hunter normally didn’t waste much time with things like kissing, he was enjoying the pace, as well as the fact that they had two hours to spare for such leisurely explorations.
Although kissing was deeply satisfying, it wasn’t enough for Ryder, who eventually began trailing kisses down Hunter’s neck. Although his access was limited by the high Mandarin collar, Ryder was deliberately slow in his worship, his every sense heightened through the interaction.
At the same time, Ryder reached down with his free hand and trailed it along one of Hunter’s thighs, encountering the fine silk of the outfit and loving the feel of it moving against heated skin. The sensation caused Hunter to shift underneath him, exposing more flesh as the qipao fell away, allowing Ryder to slip his hand under the garment to continue his explorations. He was quickly coming to appreciate the exotic deviation for the erotic appeal it had been intended to evoke.
Ryder may have been thoroughly enjoying himself, but it was starting to make Hunter ache for more. He began undressing Ryder in an attempt to speed things up, pleased that there was little resistance as his shirt was cast aside without care. Hunter pushed them both off the chaise and onto the floor of pillows.
Ryder’s surprise at suddenly ending up on the floor was melted by the hungry look in Hunter’s eyes as he settled himself comfortably on top of him. The position gave Hunter a perfect view of the hickey and he was more than ready to continue where they had left off earlier that afternoon.
When Hunter initiated another kiss, it was more heated in nature. Ryder moaned into it as he gave himself over to the pleasure. Even as Hunter asserted himself through the dominating kiss, Ryder’s hands were sliding up along his splayed thighs and under the qipao to grab his firm ass, unable to ignore the desperate urge to feel more.
Eager to move on, Hunter stood up and pulled Ryder up with him, then led him into a side room that Ryder hadn’t noticed earlier.
It was a small alcove of sorts that was rendered intimate by the dark draperies and dim lighting, just large enough for the enormous black bed that was canopied with intricately carved woodwork. Ryder was momentarily distracted by the artistry of it. The midnight-blue silk sheets matched perfectly with the decor and Ryder couldn’t help but be impressed by it all.
Hunter reached out and forcibly pulled Ryder closer by his belt. Ryder looked up in surprise at the rough treatment, but he didn’t stop Hunter from undoing the belt and pulling it free with a satisfying snap of the leather. Although Hunter had an idea about how to use the belt, he merely let it drop to the floor before working on ridding Ryder of his pants.
Ryder didn’t assist Hunter, largely because he was too engaged in running his hands along the silk fabric of the qipao, loving the tactile sensation of the rich material. It was such a simple thing, but it felt amazingly good.
Not wanting to be the only one naked, Ryder dropped his hands to either side of Hunter’s thighs, letting his fingers gather the fabric of the qipao as he trailed them upward along his skin. The gentle glide of silk and featherlight touches, combined with the anticipation of what was to come, made Hunter groan softly as he enjoyed the feeling. Once the fabric had been pushed halfway up Hunter’s torso, Ryder felt emboldened enough to kiss one of Hunter’s nipples, tentatively using his tongue to toy with it.
Deciding that the qipao had served its purpose, Hunter took it off and threw it aside, eager to move on to more exciting things. Ryder captured the nipple between his teeth and lightly tugged on it, silently reproaching Hunter for moving too quickly. Hunter sharply inhaled at the action and looked down at Ryder in surprise, becoming even more aroused by the dark fire in those
challenging emerald eyes. When Ryder released the abused peak, Hunter led him over to the bed, instructing, “On your back.”
Balking at the order, Ryder started to protest, but Hunter wouldn’t have it. When kissing Ryder into submission failed, Hunter picked him up and relocated him onto the bed. Ryder indignantly squeaked at the treatment, but Hunter merely chuckled as he joined him in bed. Feeling excited despite the rude treatment, Ryder scooted back toward the center of the bed.
Pleased that he was being obeyed, Hunter crawled toward him on all fours, slowly making Ryder lay back, caged beneath him. Making a soft sound of approval, Hunter stole a quick kiss before sitting back to admire the sight of Ryder sprawled beneath him on luxurious silk sheets. Hunter licked his lips while appreciating how beautiful Ryder’s tan skin looked against the silk sheets, the way his green eyes had darkened with desire, and the hard cock he couldn’t wait to feel inside him. Hunter placed both of his hands on either side of Ryder’s head and pressed closer to him, utterly seduced by the feeling of skin against skin.
“Now, where were we?” Hunter murmured against Ryder’s neck before kissing it and working his way downward toward his chest.
As Ryder focused on the way Hunter was making him feel, a shaky sigh escaped. Even though Hunter was using the softest of touches and teasing kisses, it felt beyond incredible. Ryder’s every sense was attuned to Hunter’s actions and he felt even more sensitive and responsive than usual. The feel of the silk sheets against his skin was divine and even his sense of smell seemed heightened.
Only then did Ryder realized that the incense was much sweeter and stronger in the small alcove area. “Is there something in the incense?” Ryder finally questioned, although it took a monumental effort to compose himself, as Hunter was teasing his nipples into hardened peaks.
“You noticed?” Hunter nonchalantly responded, even as he relentlessly continued to pleasure Ryder. The incense was laced with an aphrodisiac that Hunter often relied on to help him deal with his least favorite clients. It was only sheer curiosity that had made Hunter want to try it with someone he already enjoyed being with, to see what effect it had under those circumstances. So far, he was harder than he could ever remember being, and his need to experience Ryder was almost overwhelming, but Hunter didn’t let it hurry his actions just yet.
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