Tarek is snug behind me. He has his chin on my right shoulder and breathes against my neck. His hands are wrapped around my center, covering my navel. “The desk clerk knows what we’re up to. He thinks you’re a gigolo. How much do you charge?” Following his question, I feel him nibble at my neck, and apply a gentle kiss: smooth, wet, perfect.
“The first time is free. I lure you in with my candy d**k. Then I start charging.”
He chuckles and kisses my neck again. “You’re a tease.”
He’s the tease. I feel his palms and fingers fall to the material belt on my shorts and lower. Eventually he cups the growing tool between my legs. “I think I found your stick of free candy.” He supplies the swelling mass with a gentle squeeze, begins to grow hard behind me, against my bottom, and kisses my neck
