I watched from the end of the bed, wiping my hair down with the towel provided by the hotel. The towel felt luxurious, as was everything else in this room: the fixtures, the walls, the bathroom, the list was practically endless. I guess when you were one of the richest men in the city life became so inundated with things like those that they all became one big amorphous blob. Not me, dear poor little bitch boy me, no sirree, I would never forget the fact that I was born on the wrong side of the track, not that I did not survive hell and made quite a living for myself, but certainly blue bloods were on a different class. He was still deep in his laptop, catching up to his work even as his pleasure - namely, yours truly - was sitting before him half naked from the shower that followed the marathon of sex just ended fifteen minutes prior.
I pulled my view from his laptop to his face, so handsome, so dignified, with a noble nose upon which perched his glasses, which he never wore except when he was reading on account of his vanity, and this idiotic assumption that he looked stupid in glasses. I had tired myself trying to correct this opinion - he looked slightly nerdy, that's all, and not at all stupid, but still relentlessly hot as Asians like him go. He was reading something on his screen, his attention so undivided, that somehow it - giggles - aroused me. I looked down his magnificent gym-honed torso, trim masculine musculature with large delts and lats that screamed sex every time he deigned to show me, down and down to the dark juncture between his thick thighs, underneath his laptop, where I knew his elephantine cock laid in utter satisfaction after what, three earth-shattering orgasms? I couldn't have known, I lost track of mine after the fifth, screaming in utter abandon as his cock drilled me into the deepest heaven.
Suddenly sheer bravado overtook me. I crawled up to his feet and began sucking his toes, like bony little cocklets. He looked at me bemusedly but did not withdraw his attention from the laptop. I crawled further up, my curly blond head of hair catching in the fur of his thighs. I watched his nose wrinkle like Bewitched's Samantha as I pushed down on his screen, moved his laptop to one side and sat on his warm inviting crotch.
"I was working," he mentioned lightly, but he did not move to push me away. I took that as an invitation and bent down and bit ever so slightly on his right nipple. He bit his lower lip in that masculinely seductive way, like he was repressing an urge to let a groan escape his mouth. Underneath my carriage I felt his cock throb against my taint and began its ascent back from the dead. Victory for moi.
"You know we're supposed to be working," he murmured gently, even as he licked his way down my throat. Like this I felt so precious, so fragile, like champagne glasses. I almost missed his words.
"But nobody said we can't have a little fun," I replied cheekily, turning my head to look at our reflections in the bedside mirror. Him, tanned, muscled and tall, utterly in thrall of me, a young golden blond Apollo; his hands like ancient serpents writhing in my waist, crushing our loins together, hard cock heads occasionally appearing between our heaving bodies. Fuck. We looked real good. Even with that pesky little platinum band adorning his right ring finger.
"Ha, with you there's nothing little that can be had," he said, even as he spit on his fingers and began their treacherous journey down into the valley of my ass. "Yeah, nothing," he whispered as his fingers reached the rim of my hole and felt the vibrating rosebud greet his invading appendage. "Fuck baby, you're still wet from before," he observed, his fingers digging inside my nether regions for the dregs of his semen.
"Unnhh, you're deep inside me. I want you," I whispered against the skin of his neck.
