Hayden
Sterling is sitting in front of me, rubbing his bare foot over mine. He stabs at his cheesecake with his fork and seductively takes it between his lips, his tongue twirling around the large bite.
“Good cheesecake?” I reach for my cup of wine.
“Very good.”
“Looks good.”
“Want to try some?” He bats his eyes, digging for another piece, and I nod my head, shaking it when his fork is getting closer to my mouth.
“Not from the fork.”
“Then where?” He leans further over the table, lowering his hand.
“From there.” I point at his mouth.
He wiggles in his seat, slowly moving the fork back to his lips, sliding it over his tongue. He sets the utensil down, keeping his mouth open and getting up from his chair to circle around the table and sit in my lap.
I rest a hand on his hip, my fingers stroking his thigh as he sits sideways, lowering his face to mine. My tongue deep dives into his mouth, collecting the slice of cheesecake from his. I swallow it down and go back for more of the sweet taste that lingers on him. His hand cups the back of my head, intensifying the kiss as he rubs his ass against my cock.
“So needy,” I say against his lips.
“Mmm,” he says into my mouth, sealing our lips together.
I pull out my phone and film us, but he doesn’t notice until he pulls back to take a breath. His cheeks are pink and his lips swollen. I have to get all of it all on film.
“What are you doing?” He side-eyes my hand.
“Saving this memory to watch later.”
He smiles into the camera and then at me. “Let’s make it big-screen worthy, then.” He kisses me again, nibbling on my tongue, and I pull off his shirt before stripping out of mine.
I set the phone against my cup and suck on each of his budding nipples, sliding a hand between his legs. He ruts against my palm, making all kinds of noises that have my cock twitching.
“Hayden,” he whispers against my lips.
“You want your hole filled again?”
He nods, burying his face in my neck, and I press my feet hard against the ground as I balance him in my arms before standing from the chair. We both laugh when I almost fall back, but I spread out my legs as I slide him higher up my body.
“Don’t carry a lot of people from hotel tables?”
I laugh. “I don’t carry people in general, but I have a feeling this will be the first time of many.”
“Already planning to have others sit in your lap before standing with them in your arms? You haven’t even put the first one down yet.” He grins.
More laughter falls from my lips. “No. Only one person. Only you.”
“You say that to everyone, I bet,” he slurs.
“No. Only to the person who’s meant to hear it.”
“You act as if we’re going to keep seeing each other after this week,” he quips.
“That’s because we are.” I set him on the table, pushing everything out of our way.
“Not carrying me to the bed?” He looks behind him and I shake my head, moving the camera to another location. I pile two books on the nearby nightstand, moving them in front of a lamp and resting the phone against it, and I adjust the camera.