We arrived at an unmarked black door at the very rear of the building, around the corner from the standard numbered rooms. I unlocked the door and invited him to enter ahead of me.
The suite, which was three times the size of our standard rooms, glowed with the flickering flames of pillar candles. They were battery operated due to building codes, but they set the mood just the same. Morris's face filled with surprise, his mouth falling open as he took in the accommodations. There was an overstuffed lounge chair in the corner next to a plush queen-sized bed that was tastefully decorated with a two-tone black damask striped comforter and coordinating black pillows.
"You did all this for me?"
I locked the door behind us and placed my hand on the small of his back. "Yeah, I wanted tonight to be special."
"Nobody's ever done something like this," he said, kissing me with appreciation.
I shrugged modestly. "Who says you can't find a little romance in the bathhouse." A bottle of champagne was waiting in an ice bucket on the table with two flute glasses beside it. "Can I pour you a glass?"
"This is going to sound stupid." He bit his lip. "But I've never had alcohol."
"Never?" I raised my eyebrow. "Like not even a sip?"
He shook his head. "Mormons don't drink alcohol. We..." He cleared his throat. "Theycan't even have caffeine."
I noted his differentiation between the pronouns. "That's okay. We can skip the champagne."
"Wait." He put his hand on my chest. "I want to try it. Alcohol is the least of things the church would have a problem with here."
"You're sure?"
He nodded.
"Okay." I wrapped a towel around the cold bottle and popped the cork. A fizzy surge of champagne flowed out, and I quickly filled the glasses, handing one to Morris.
"To breaking the rules," he said, clinking our glasses together.
"To breaking the rules." We each took a sip. He made a funny face and I couldn't help laughing. "How's it taste?"
He took another sip and held the glass out as if he was studying it. "Different." Another sip. "But good."
"You stay here and enjoy your drink. I'm gonna get your key from your shorts in the office. It's in the left pocket?"
"Yeah."
I kissed him on the nose. "Be right back."
In the office, I pulled out his brown shorts from the stack, and his underwear fell on the floor. I picked up the boxer briefs, letting them dangle from my finger as I examined them. They were a simple Fruit of the Loom design. Dingy white, stained with sweat. Not the 'magic Mormon underwear' I'd read about online, but they still had that air of purity.
I looked around to confirm I was alone. Scott was probably at the front counter, and Lee must have been somewhere in the building. I turned my attention to Morris's underwear and mashed them against my face, taking a deep inhale of his body's sweaty fragrance.So damn delicious.I loved everything about the way he smelled, the way he tasted, even when he was filthy. My cock was instantly hard and protruding from my towel. I folded his underwear along with his shorts, collected the set of keys, and hurried back to our room.
Morris was lying on the bed, supporting himself on his elbows, with his legs spread apart.
"Damn, you look good." I flung my towel in the general direction of the lounge chair, unlocked his cock cage, and pushed his knees up so I could access his hole.
He was warm and still wet from our shower, a fresh-smelling combination of soap and his skin's natural sweetness. I probed my tongue forcefully against his tight knot. He let out a gasp of surprise as I gave him the rim job of a lifetime.
Slurping, sucking, and chewing, I devoured his tender flesh. His cock was hard against my forehead and his heavy balls hung low. I alternated between servicing his bottom and then licking his smooth sack while he moaned and writhed around on the bed. My fingers joined in on the fun and worked his hole wider while I kissed and lapped at it. "Fuck, you taste good."
I reached over to the table and grabbed a condom, opened the wrapper, and rolled it over my cock without missing a beat.
"You ready for this?"
Morris breathed a champagne moan in my direction. "Yeah, fuck me until I blow."
I stood and kissed his mouth like a ravenous animal. "I love it when you talk dirty."