Not Just A Pretty Face

31. Gideon

A/N: Mature content ahead...

“Fuck,” I hissed out, my fingers digging into Leonel’s ass. I turned around and walked him over to the bed, hefting him on top.

That stupid phone was still ringing, the sound getting louder as if the fucking thing was taunting us both.

Leonel hit the bed and bounced, but he was already yanking his jeans down and off, kicking them off his ankles. “Get rid of them.”

“Working on it.” I picked up the phone, trying to calm my breathing down. I had to raise my voice a pitch and a bit higher, drop some of my crisp word endings, drawl my accent like I was from rural New York, then…

“Leonel speaking.”

I could hear the sucked-in breath of indignation and amusement from him.

“This is the front desk calling to check in on you and your, er… b-boss… boyfriend…”

I imitated Leonel’s giggle. “Yes. All’s fine. Thanks.”

“If you need assistance, you can just say yes now and we’ll call--”

“Nope. Definitely not.”

“Ah, right.” The employee sounded flustered now. “Have a good… afternoon, until checkout.”

“Oh, right. Babe?” Then, I dropped my voice, shuffled the phone to the other ear and said, “Hello? This is Gideon. Can we say a late checkout today? One instead of noon?”

“I… that should be possible, yes, sir.”

“Thank you.” I hung up and turned to Leonel.

He was naked, hard, and kneeling at the edge of the bed. He grabbed my lapels and yanked me in hard until I stumbled forward, then slapped my ass. “You cheeky bastard.”

“How dare I, right?” I smirked. “Did I do a good job?”

“You… you…” He was almost stuttering from indignation.

I winked, helping his fumbling hands unfasten my pants first, then shrug my jacket off. By the time I hit the bed, I was just as naked, and just as hard.

My body remembered the heat of being pressed into and on Leonel.

“How dare I be so right all the time?” I continued to taunt him, leaning down to kiss his chest. He tasted fresh and soapy, like he’d just gotten out of the shower.

Hmm, there was a delicious thought.

“Shut the fuck up,” he cursed, but he groaned when my tongue swiped across his nipple.

I sucked hard on the nub of flesh, and Leonel’s body arched off the bed so hard a joint popped. I winced sympathetically, but he just shifted his leg a little and hissed a quiet, “Yes!” I took that as a cue to continue, and I sucked again, then flicked my tongue rapidly along one nipple, then nipped the other.

“Ow! Oof... yes, yes, please.”

The words spilling from Leonel’s lips were as much a surprise as a delight. I glowed with pleasure as I circled my tongue around the skin I’d irritated to soothe it, then sucked a few times on it, plucking it up with my lips before I moved back to the first again.

“You fucking, fucking fucker.”

“Creative,” I mumbled around his nipple, kissing up to his collarbone and then sucking hard on his neck so we could grind our cocks together and Leonel could knead my back. He grumbled and moaned his pleasure like a cat in heat.