Things have been– great.
All was good in the world, well… my world at least. Denver and I couldn’t be any happier together. The last two months have been a lot of the same if I’m honest, work then Denver, gym then Denver– the weekends with Denver.
But the next four days were going to be special– I could feel it. And it’s not just because it’s finally Autumn and stereotypically my favorite season. And it’s not because of the vacation to the Poconos that we’re headed to. But because of the news Roman told us, because of what will transpire on this beautiful trip to Pennsylvania.
Denver indeed traded in his car for a bike, something I wasn’t quite sure about until he forced me on a ride with him. It was exhilarating to flow so effortlessly through the wind, to wrap my arms around him and fly through winded streets. Not to mention how unbelievably sexy he looked in leather and a helmet. But that meant taking my car up north, even if I asked him to drive anyway.
Music pounded through the car as he held my inner thigh, as we both relaxed as this had become our normal. How does that song go? Left hand is steering, the other is gripping your thigh? Something like that, it’s always what I thought of when we drove together. “This is our first vacation, hm?” He asked me, flashing that smirk that brought immediate redness to my cheeks.
I nodded, “It is.” Even if it wasn’t one we directly planned, “Don’t fuck it up, babe.”
And he returned my tease with a squeeze, “Oh, I’ll be fucking something up.” He smirked at the road before us, “If you know what I mean.” He eyed me.
“I know what you mean, dummy.” I smirked too, already envisioning what kind of mind-blowing sex we’ll have at the resort. That’s a first for us too, sex outside of our bedrooms or the pool, sex somewhere foreign and exciting.
The music drowned over us, filling the gap of our voices with still over an hour left of our drive. While I scrolled through my phone, I hadn’t a clue of the small and devious looks he’d been giving me, but I noticed as he removed his hand from my thigh and slid it over his obviously enlarged bulge and squeezed; “You know, Harry, it’s wrong of us to be running away like this.” He whispered seductively.
I blushed, “Well, Professor…” I played along, shutting off my phone and turning to face him, “Where does your wife think you’re off to?” I cooed with my cheek placed in hand, giving him those eyes I knew he couldn’t resist.
His smirk grew, “A sabbatical.” I just knew he was waiting to use a word like that.
“Mmm.” I hummed, walking my fingers from his knee and up his thigh, “Well I doubt you’ll be doing much work, I mean– not much teaching at least.” I rested my hand on top of his, squeezing my smaller hand around his, intertwining our fingers to dig into his bulge.
He hummed too, “Oh, I’ll be teaching alright.” He peered at me then back to the road, “I have a few lessons already planned.” I felt his cock tense in my grasp, “And pop-quizzes too.”
“Oh?” I tilted my head, leaning into his ear as I shifted more of my weight into his groin, squeezing harder at his length that now visibly plumped his jeans; “Like what?”
A devilish smirk swept across his lips as his hand grabbed my wrist and smoothed it over this hardened length, “First one…” He bit down on his lip, a move that drove me crazy; “Road head 101.” And I let out an easy chuckle, tiptoeing my fingers to the button of his jeans and popping them.
“Drive steady Professor,” I whispered in his ear, licking at his neck as I felt him take a sharp inhale, “I studied for this one.” And I unzipped his jeans slowly, deliberately, leaning down and smothering my lips into his lap. I heard him moan, another sharp inhale as I pulled his jeans apart and admired the heavy bulge of flesh inside his black boxers.
: : : : :
We were finally through the long drive and pulling through the valet parking of the resort. To say I was sexually frustrated was an understatement, my own length has been raging in my pants since our little role-play in the car. But I calmed myself down as we exited the car and handed keys to the valet.
The resort was beautiful and grand and clearly expensive. Valet ensured us that they’d take care of our bags as we were ushered inside the gold trimmed front doors, into a great room with a massive fireplace and candles and warm lighting.
“You guys made it!” Leah ran over to us, hugging me and spinning with only joy written in her face. “Just in time, Mr DeLuca is grabbing our room cards right now–”
Roman’s arms cut her off as he swept them around her petite shoulders, a grin on his face as he leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Please just call him Dad.” He said, “And here.” He extended a room key to Denver, “Dad wants to talk to you by the way.” And for the first time in a long time, I felt his body go rigid beside me.
“Okay.” He muttered and handed me the key card, “I’ll meet you up there.” He smiled, placing a swift kiss to my head and squeezed my hand before walking towards Roman’s parents who stood at the front desk.
I must’ve been following his every move as he walked, “What’s wrong?” Leah asked me, turning to look at our significant others hugging their parents.
“Nothing.” I stated, shaking my head and returning to a fit of joy and bliss. “We’re in the Poconos bitch!” I took her hand and we jumped, no– skipped towards the fireplace and took solace in comfy leather chairs. “Where’s Em and Vic?”
She shrugged, “Should be here soon, I’d imagine.” And we fell into typical conversation about what to expect during our stay. We’d be skiing down fake snow ranges by day, meeting for dinners by the evening– hot cocoa by a hearth at night. This place felt magical, like every ornate detail was crafted with purpose and thought.
Though, even during our excited talk, I couldn’t help but glance behind her at Denver and his Dad who stood in the distance– talking with their hands in their pockets.
“Okay, I wanna see our rooms. They’re taking too long.” She grabbed my hands and brought me to a stand, curling around the front desk and through hardwood flooring before reaching an elevator. “What’s your room number?”
I looked at my key card, “Five Fourteen.” She clicked the number five as we entered the elevator.
“We’re Six Eleven.”
We exited the lift to more hardwood floors, to elegant trims and sconces that lined the walls. I had to comment on how gorgeous the place was so far and how nice the rooms must be. And I was right as I swiped my card at our door and entered the single King room. My jaw just about touched the floor.
We walked into a small foyer adorned with a counter and mud-closet, even a bench to kick off your shoes. The immaculate hardwood continued into a great space with wooden beams that stretched across the tall ceiling. “Our room better be as nice as this.” She commented as my eyes drifted across the scene before us. A stone fireplace sat in the corner with two leather chairs, a massive bed with carved framing in the middle, and a balcony that looked out to forest green trees that were already stripping their spring coats.
“How much money does Roman’s parents have again?” I asked in awe as I turned the corner and found the bathroom that held dual sinks and a jacuzzi tub, along with a standing shower and bright red and white tile.
She was behind me in awe too, “A lot.”
“Clearly.”
I ended up following Leah to her room, gawking over how rich and elegant hers was too. Our rooms were practically the same but inverted and she had a view of the mountains rather than the trees. But as a bellboy knocked on her door to usher in her luggage, I decided I should get back to my room and be there for when our luggage arrived too.
But the few minutes I spent walking the halls and taking the elevator, something just didn’t sit right in my stomach. Denver… he never spoke about his adoptive parents much, never talked about the relationship he truly had with them. And when things like this would happen– these talks– he’d go rigid and quiet and distant. It always scared me that he was still hiding something but I refused to pry into it. Just like that letter from months ago, that letter with those bright red letters, to my forever son. I was always curious as to what that meant, as to what was inside. But it wasn’t my business– so I never asked.
I swiped the key card and entered our room, pleased to see that our luggage had already been dropped off. Despite the circling thoughts, I still couldn’t tear the smile from my face as I took in the view of pine trees and open sky.
But a knock to the door tore my focus away, led my feet to the door and I opened to see him smiling. He held my waist and pulled me in for a kiss, walked us inside so that the door could close on its own. He broke away and took in the view for himself, “Nice.” He said.
“Just nice?” I looked up at him, “This is… more than nice babe.”
He chuckled, wrapping me close to him and swaying us; “It’s beautiful, how’s that?”
“Better.” I chuckled into his chest, intoxicated by the smell of him. “I love you.” I breathed, reminding him like I normally did.
He squeezed, “I love you more.” He responded how he normally did. And when he broke apart from me, he circled the room– inspecting the details and bathroom and view of the trees. “It really is beautiful…” he turned to me with a smirk on his lips, “Romantic too.”
I blushed, leaning on a wall behind me and folding my arms, “I’d say so.” I couldn’t get enough of the way he looked at me, how every day we spend together becomes easier and easier. He stalked over to me, a glazed look in those emerald eyes.
He looked me up and down, licked at his lips like he found his first meal in days. “Damn, you’re sexy.” He held me at the waist, grinding our hips into each other and holding them there. “We don’t have plans until dinner.” He cocked his head, “So we could maybe… explore the lodge…” his hands squeezed at my hips, “Or maybe grab lunch…” he bit down on his lip, earning the curve of my lips and the release of my folded arms that wrapped around his neck, “Or maybe…”
His lips met mine and we kissed deeply, passionately– his hands traveled to my back side.
“We could have some fun.” He whispered through our kiss, pressing our foreheads together. He knew what I wanted and I knew what he wanted. In a beautiful place like this, on that massive fucking bed in front of us… it was a no-brainer.
I drifted my hands to his chest and pushed, walking us to the foot of the bed before shoving him to his back and devouring him with my eyes. God– he was the sexiest man alive, seriously. And he was mine, all mine. I lifted my shirt slowly, giving him a show as I tore it from my body. When it hit the floor, I kicked off my shoes and bent down to the floor, sliding my hands down his legs and removing his shoes too.
As I stood and leaned into the bed, his feet grabbed my waist, hooking my hips and pulling me into him. I crawled over top of him, straddled his waist and ground my already hardened length into his. It amazes me how sexually active he could be, how he could cum just two hours ago and already be ready for more. I leaned into his ear, “Are we role-playing, Professor?” I asked him, wanting to know how to proceed in our business.
The student/teacher– professor– whatever situation we curated was simply a way for our sex life to never dull. We both agreed the fantasy was hot, so I took the name of Harry, a shortened version of my last name. And he took Professor, my dominant and married affair.
He slapped my ass and squeezed my cheeks through my pants, biting at my neck and scraping down to my collarbone– “I want Max right now.” The words sent a shiver down my spine, everytime he said my name like that, in that tone. “Lose the jeans.” He ordered, and of course– I obeyed.
I sat up and unbuttoned them, tilting my head as he feasted on me with hungry eyes. I took my time with the zipper, casually grinding into him as I went. His hands took to my shoulders, drifted down my pecs and stopped at my nipples where he pinched. “Mmm.” I moaned as he rubbed them and flicked them and bucked at his hips underneath me.
My neck craned as I slid my jeans down my thighs as much as they would go, revealing my printed boxers to him and a hand of his found me. He squeezed, grunted in his own right and ordered me to kiss him. So I leaned down and met his lips, let him suck at them and bite down on them and slide his tongue across my teeth.
He flipped us with ease, him now straddling me and pulling at my jeans until they were on the floor. His tongue then found my neck, swirling in circles until my moans ran loud and clear. “You’re really the sexiest man on earth.” He whispered into my ear, “My man.”
I bucked my hips, biting at my lip in anticipation as he slid down my body, as his tongue traced circled around my nipples, as he landed his lips at the band of my boxers.
His fingers hooked around them, and I lifted my torso so he could pull them down, allowing my length to spring free and slap my stomach. He smirked down at it, licked at his lips and descended to me. I craned my neck in ecstasy at the warmth of his mouth around me, at the grip of his hand around my balls, at the feeling of my entirety inside his mouth.
He’s gotten good at this, he’s grown a liking to it.
His head bobbed up and down, staring me in the eyes as my mouth fell agape at the pleasure. Our power dynamic hasn’t shifted much, he’s still very much the dominant one– and I liked that the way it was. But there was something about that sexy, scruffy face of his when it sputtered and reddened at the base of my length. He coughed, his eyes burned red as he held there, as my hand found his hair and guided him to stay.
Usually, he’d fuck my face– usually his cock would be eight inches deep in my throat. But there were times like these, when he’d let me have that second of control, those times that I felt the power and his throat constricting against my length. “Fuck.” I moaned out, releasing him to catch his breath. A string of saliva connected my tip to his lip as he smirked wickedly up at me.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” He groaned, enveloping me again and savoring my taste until I was close, until my fingers were tensing and my toes were curling. He lifted off me, “Not yet now.” He teased me, leaning up and unbuttoning each button of his shirt, painstakingly slow.
I could only watch as each inch of his bare skin was revealed to me, each inch of tanned, furry skin that made my mouth water. And when the last button was popped, his hands grabbed my legs and lifted them to be around his shoulders as he pressed his clothed but hard length at my bare entrance. I could still feel him, all of him.
He smirked, “Feel that?” I nodded, “You want that, don’t you?” He pressed harder into me, earning a whimper and a moan and another nod of my head. His hands leaned forward, one at my neck where it squeezed and one at my chin where it pulled my mouth open.
He spit in my mouth, a wild look in his eyes. “Good fucking boy.”
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Denver and I fooled around for a long while, edging and edging until we both came. And then we took a nap in each other’s arms, setting alarms to get ready for dinner and meet with the whole family who was here for the trip.
Eventually we did, and we walked hand in hand down the halls of the lodge in dress shirts and pleated pants, shiny shoes and styled hair. “Well don’t you two clean up nice!” Miss Sofia grabbed our hands in compliment as we entered a private dining hall. The room was gorgeous as expected, a long glass table in the center with formal dining set ups at each seat.
We rounded the table to our friends, our two spots in between Roman and Em, Leah and Vic capping off our side of the table. Mr DeLuca and Miss Sofia took the end seats, while Wes and his new boyfriend, Denver and Roman’s uncle, his wife, and two of their kids sat across from us. Fourteen of us in total, and all my mind could do was calculate how much all of this must’ve cost.
I settled in my seat and turned to Em and Vic, “Is yall’s room as gorgeous as ours?” And they nodded with bright smiles on their faces. Have I mentioned that they indeed started dating? And that Denver has finally gotten over his gripe with Vic?
“This place is effing crazy.” Em said with wide eyes, turning towards her man and smiling. It was nice to have Vic around so often now, especially with Em who very much kept him busy. She turned back to me, “Can you believe that just four months ago we didn’t know each other?”
I nodded, “I know.” It was crazy, “I feel like a year has passed already.”
But Mr DeLuca caught our attention with his stand and ding of his wine glass, “Thank you all for coming.” Even though we should be thanking him, “We haven’t had such a full table in years… It’s nice to see.” He smiled, “But I propose a toast, to family and friends and everyone in between. And to my wife who keeps this rambunctious family together.” I think a smile grew on all of our faces, “To the next four days in the mountains, and many memories to come.” He extended his glass, as did we all– already filled with bubbly. “Cheers!”
Dinner was grand, a six course meal dished out by white clothed waiters with lime and mint sorbet between each dish. I’d never eaten something so formally, never tasted food in such an expensive way. I smiled at my man next to me who tore into the brisket laid in front of him, this was perfect, this was…. perfect. Perfect was the only word to describe this.
And finally, as our bellies were full and dessert was served, Denver’s hand found its way to my thigh underneath the table. He squeezed and smiled at me, a loving smile that melted my heart. He leaned to my ear and whispered, “I love you.” And I mouthed the words back to him,
“I love you more.”
The elegance of a six course meal took a lot longer than any normal dinner, so by the time we made it back to our rooms, we fell fast asleep.
The next morning held excitement though, as we dressed for breakfast and met in a casual dining hall for a buffet style of food. We devoured pancakes and eggs and bacon and sausage, eating up what we could of the free amenities. And soon we were back to our rooms and dressing for our first ski venture, on man made slopes as it wasn’t winter and no snow had fallen to the ground yet.
I felt the pounding of my heart as we met with our instructor, only us “kids” going out to the slopes. Even in the group of all of us, I still felt singled out as I had no previous experience in this whatsoever. “You’ll be fine, babe.” Denver assured me with a squeeze to my hand. And even though the instructor gave us tips and a detailed guide on how to ski, no one wanted to practice on the junior slopes with me. So of course, I was dragged to a normal one and held my breath the whole way up the lift.
“Denver, I’m actually so scared right now.” I’m not even sure why really, considering I’d skydived before, played sports through college, and was an adrenaline junkie on top of all of that. It was something about eating shit down this hill in front of everyone else who knew what they were doing that scared the living fuck out of me.
He chuckled, “You’re hurting my hand.” He teased me and I eased my grip on him. “Okay, jump.” And I held my breath as we planted on solid ground from the lift that brought us up here. But as I turned, my stomach dropped at the sight of this massive hill.
“I don’t know about this.” I shook my head.
But he inched me forward to the rest of everyone, “Guys, can you tell Max he has nothing to worry about?” And all of them looked at my ghastly white face, some of them not able to contain their laughter.
“This isn’t funny.” I demanded, even though I knew how ridiculous I sounded, even I couldn’t help but chuckle a little as I said it.
Leah grabbed my hand, “Max, you’ll be fine. It’s easy.” And no more than a split second after she said that, the sound of a scream could be heard and we all looked at the tumbling of a man down the slope.
“Oh.” I said, backing a step from the dip of the hill. “You were saying?” I looked at her with only fear in my eyes.
Wes stepped forward with his boyfriend, Landon. “Watch.” He said before they both so effortlessly took down the slope, bending at their knees like the instructor informed and slew down the hill.
“Show-off.” Denver muttered next to me, earning a chuckle from Roman. But then their cousins took off too, followed by Vic and Em who gave salutes before tearing down the hill, leaving us four at the top.
I gulped, “I don’t think I can do this.”
“I’ll hold your hand.” Leah offered me, trying to inch me towards the dip of the hill but I stayed firmly planted where I was. “C’mon Max.”
Denver placed a hand on my shoulder, “I got this.” And Leah gave me one more look of assurance before lining up with Roman and taking off. I turned to him with wide eyes, “You got this, babe. You’ve done scarier.”
“I know, but…” I turned back to the hill and gulped again, “My knees are buckling.”
He took my hand and urged me forward, “Do you trust me?” I nodded, “Then come here, I won’t push you.” So I followed him to the dip in the hill and stood shakily, staring down at our friends and his family that were already making way to the end.
I breathed hard, entranced by the sheer height we stood at. “Denver, I don’t know if I can do thi–”
And the fucker pushed me.
My skis immediately started sliding down the hill and there was no turning back. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I tried desperately to remember what the instructor told us to do. I knew of the ski brake on the side, knew that if I wanted to opt out I could, but that would mean a certain tumble into man made snow– and certain teasing from everyone else.
I bent my legs as the wind tore at my goggles, as I saw Denver come into vision and fly past me, turning his head and giving me a thumbs up. Fuck him.
Although my knees were buckling, I stayed strong and secured a lock in my joints, holding my breath after my scream winded. I was flying, really fucking flying. And suddenly, those worries started to fade as I saw a clear path down the slope. I pressed intently to my left, turning slightly, then pressed to my right and understood the controls.
Within seconds I was smiling, facing the slope head on and racing to catch up with Denver. But my mind blanked on the ending, short circuited on the dismount– and soon I was at full speed and skating down the easing incline, only slowing due to gravity.
“Turn!” I heard someone yell, “Max, turn!” Multiple voices were screaming it at me, so I did but too quickly and out of nowhere my grip had fallen and my body was tumbling and I ended flat on my back with my skis disconnected from my feet.
I saw Roman’s head first above me, then Leah, then Em and Vic– before finally Denver popped in frame with a goofy and ridiculous smile on his face. I pointed directly at him, “You fucking liar!” I screamed and scrambled to my feet, “Why the hell would you push me?” I smacked at his chest, only earning giggles out of him before my own tone softened.
“You weren’t gonna budge.” He managed through laughs.
I smacked him again, my own giggle escaping– “Fuck you.”
But he was right, I wouldn’t have, and maybe him pushing me was exactly what I needed. Because in no time flat, after reconnecting my skis and catching my breath, I was ready to do it again. And boy did we do it again, and again, and again– and again.
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I was sore by the time we made it back to our room to shower and relax before dinner. I took a few more tumbles before I got the hang of a proper stop, and damn was I feeling it. But I must say, coming back to this warm wooded room with this stud of a man, it felt fucking good. He ran the tub for us with steaming water, ordering me to undress and join him.
These were one of those moments that both of us were entirely too tired and exhausted to fool around despite the romantic vibe. We both fit in the jacuzzi tub, our legs wrapped around one another as we enjoyed the hot water and steam. And even though we both got horny, even though we both exited the tub with proper hardened lengths, the slopes did us in.
Instead we curled into our bed for a small nap, both of us only in our boxers. There were many times that I could appreciate my man's body, but not so many in a setting like this– with windows overlooking trees behind him, with warm lighting cascading his muscles and perfectly defined pecs and abs. Even his legs too, every muscle of ours were pumped from the exercise on the slopes, and damn did it look good.
Soon we dressed for dinner though, met in a casual dining hall and ate a typical dinner with everyone. We all shared laughs and stories and embarrassing moments from childhood. Denver, Roman and Wes were specifically targeted, Miss Sofia not holding back on the stories from their teenage years.
But alas, we went to sleep again with full bellies, prepared to repeat this again tomorrow.
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And we sure did, the following day was a lot of the same, except this time I knew what I was doing. This time, I didn't need a push off the slope, this time– I pushed him and exacted my revenge.
We didn’t stay nearly as long on the slopes though, deciding to call a quits for unknown reasons– but really we did have our reasons. We just couldn’t say them aloud. Denver and I fled to our room and showered once again, scrubbing off the sweat and soreness from that day and the day before. And again we laid in our bed, perfectly made while we were gone.
I climbed over top of him and kissed him, “What’s that for?” He asked, a tired look in his eyes.
My eyes diverted to the window and trees and open blue sky, then back to my man and his emerald eyes. “I’m just happy.” I said, only the truth.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him, littering playful kisses all over my face. “Good. I like it when you’re happy.” His scruff had grown in and his hair was still damp from our shower. “I’m happy anytime I’m with you.” We seemed to fall into a constant share of mushy relationship sentiments, not that I minded them.
“Good.” I smiled at him, resting into him, loving the feel of his bulky figure holding me. “I can’t wait for later– I think I’m the most nervous of anyone.”
His body rumbled as he chuckled, “I don’t think that’s the case.” He teased me, and he was probably right. I was nervous, but for different reasons– for excitable reasons. “What would you say if I did it too?” He added and I propped up to look at the wicked and playful smirk on his face.
“I’d say you’re ruining someone else’s special moment, and I’d ask you to try again.” I teased and he laughed. We ended up just laying there for a while, tired from skiing, tired from constant social attention– but right now it was just him and me and this beautiful room to sleep in.
But I couldn’t sleep, not with the impending celebration ahead.
What I could do was admire the man next to me in all his glory. He was fast asleep on his back, one of his hands still braided into mine as I took in the view. I could scroll on my phone to distract myself, could take a stroll through the lodge or hang out with Em and Vic. But nothing would beat this– nothing.
I loved this man with all of my heart, even if we were still so new. I could see myself spending an eternity with him, every life of mine with him. If it’s reincarnation that exists, I’ll find him in the next lifetime. If it’s a worm I transform into, I’ll scour every inch of land until I find him. It wouldn’t matter, because it will always be him– it has to be.
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A few hours later, I was dressed and in Em’s room with Leah. I decided to join their make-up party, even if I wasn’t putting any on myself. These are the last moments I’d spend with Leah as she is now, before whatever happens in the next few minutes. It was hard– ridiculously hard to keep a smile from sticking to my face.
The girls laughed, “Leah, you look amazing.” Em said, tears almost brimming in her eyes.
“Why are you about to cry, stop.” Leah demanded, turning to me with an incredulous look. “You both, why are your eyes glistening?”
I shook my head, “I’m gonna miss this. I don’t wanna go back to regular life.” I lied, well– it was true, I don’t. But that’s not why my eyes are watering.
She groaned, “Same.” She looked between us, “I haven’t had a vacation quite like this in a long time, maybe ever.” She sat next to me on the bed, “But it’s not over yet, we still have tomorrow.” She added and we agreed, but it’s not about tomorrow at all– shit, it’s not even about this vacation at all.
My phone vibrated in my pocket and I checked the message from Denver. I shot Em a look and she announced it was probably time we head down for dinner, that the boys are there and complaining and hungry. Leah believed that, I mean, it’s very typical of them.
So we walked down the halls of the lodge and I admired what a stellar dress Leah put on, the length and ruffles and pretty lavender color that so perfectly complimented her skin and blonde hair. It was even more amazing that she had no clue, that she got so unbelievably ready for something that will change her life.
We were passing the halls that led to the dining hall, “Wait, what’s in that room?” Em asked, pointing to her left down a separate hallway. “I don’t think I’ve been down there yet.”
“We can check later.” Leah said, but Em grabbed her arm, saying that the boys could wait a minute longer. I followed behind them as we stepped into a large great room, the fanciest chandelier hanging from the ceiling. “People are in here, Em.” Leah turned, wanting to leave.
“Surprise!” A middle aged couple and a boy with familial resemblance to Leah yelled from behind her. She turned, gobsmacked by who she saw.
She ran to the woman, “Mom!” And they hugged, “Dad? Leo?” She questioned them, “What’re you guys doing here?”
“We wanted to surprise you!” They cheered and hugged her and gave Em and I knowing looks.
She looked back to us, “Did you guys know about this?” And I think our smiles gave it away, “As if this vacation couldn’t get any better.” She hugged them again before they told her that they’d be joining us for dinner. But Leah didn’t stop her questions, though her parents kept a tight lip on why they were really here. Their excuse, because they missed their daughter and Mr DeLuca offered them a stay, and knowing his generous nature– she believed it.
We all walked into the dining hall and met with everyone, the DeLuca’s, the cousins, Vic and Denver and Roman. Everyone was here and everyone was ready to eat. We all took our spots and had one of those elegant dining experiences, seven courses this time. And under the table, I found Denver’s hand, squeezing it as I knew what would come next.
Roman clinked a fork to his glass, standing and earning a confused expression on Leah’s face. “I wanted to propose a toast, to the Haegers for coming all this way, to you Mom and Dad, to family, and my friends who mean everything to me.” He smiled brightly, his suit impeccably tailored to his body. “Usually my Dad does this kind of thing,” He laughed nervously, his cheeks burning bright. “But I figured it was about time I stepped up, ya know? So I wanted to thank you all for being here.” And he raised his glass, about to cheers before turning to his woman.
“Actually…” he sat down his glass, “There’s one thing I almost forgot.” I squeezed at Denver’s hand, tears already welling in my eyes as Roman moved his chair and dropped to one knee. Leah looked like she saw a ghost, her eyes darting to Em and mine before glossing over and returning to her forever man. “How could I forget about you? Leah Marie Haeger.” He rummaged in his pocket as Leah’s hand clasped her mouth, as tears already dripped down her cheeks.
“Would you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?” He proposed a red velvet box and opened it to reveal one of the biggest diamonds I’d ever seen.
Leah stood and took his hands, “Yes. Yes. A million times yes.” And all of us cheered and clapped as Roman placed that ring on her delicate finger.
It was beautiful, more beautiful than anything about this trip thus far. I couldn’t contain the emotions that dripped down my face, seeing two of my friends so happy and together. And when I turned to my own man, when I saw the emotions dripping from his eyes too– it only made me dream of what this day might be like for us one day. Denver locked eyes with me, kissed me, and amidst the cheers and hollers and clapping– he still managed to lean into my ear and whisper, “I love you, and one day, I’ll marry you too.”
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To say the night turned into a celebration was an understatement. Almost immediately after, Roman cheered that we’d all get drunk, and that we did.
We all took shots and popped champagne and celebrated the proposal of our two good friends. Roman told us about this a month ago, threatened us to keep it a secret but here we are– with such an amazing payoff. The whole thing swelled my heart, the love and commitment and happiness in their eyes. Nothing could beat that feeling.
But as the night came to an end, and we all stumbled in our respective directions to our rooms, us six found ourselves in the elevator. Denver clasped his hand on his brother’s shoulder, “You two are gonna have a fun night.” And they chuckled, meanwhile the girls only blushed and slightly cringed at their erotic humor.
The elevator door opened at level three, Em and Vic stepped out, “I love you girl, and Roman– don’t fuck this up.” And the door closed shut, propelling us to level five where the door opened yet again.
“Love you brother.” Denver said, the humor gone and replaced with real and true emotion; “And what she said, don’t fuck this up.”
They both smiled at us, “Love you too, man.” Roman said as the elevator doors closed and sent the lovebirds to the next floor where they could celebrate in their own right. I looked at Denver, my man, my love. I placed a hand on his chest and my head on his shoulder as we stumbled down the hall to our room, opening our door and kissing him the way through.
We knew this wasn’t our night– but any celebration like this deserves to be celebrated. “I love you so much.” I whispered, knocking him into our closed door as he wrapped his hands at my waist.
“I love you more, sunshine.” And he placed a peck at my forehead, leaving a pause in between us as we stared each other in the eyes. The air around us fell heavy as our own breath quickened for some unknown reason. Was it our impending actions? Was it the love bustling between us? Or was it the pure lust that ran through our veins?
His hands tightened around my backside and hoisted me into his waist, my legs wrapping around his torso as he smashed his lips into mine and carried me to the bed. It was sloppy, drunken, loving, and everything in between.
Our teeth grazed each other’s, our hands all over each other as he dropped me on my back, as he effortlessly ripped at his clothing and exposed his bare body to me. “Take your fucking clothes off.” He ordered me as he stripped from his pants.
I obliged and started unbuttoning my shirt, going slowly to tease him, slowly to rile that anger and frustration and have him lay all of it into me, right here– right now. He stripped fully naked in front of me, my mouth watering at the sight of him, of his muscles and face and hardened cock.
“You little fucking tease.” He called me out, bending over and tearing the clothes from my body himself, freeing me of the fabric until he laid his eyes on every bare inch of me. He took hold of my hair and brought me seated to the edge of the bed, brought me to his lips where he attacked my mouth with liquor stained kisses. “On your knees.”
He ushered me off the bed, and I let him. And as I dropped to my knees on the soft rug, I stared up to my man– to my master. His finger entered my mouth and he spat down to me, a poetically wild look in those green eyes as he aimed the tip of his cock at my lips. I didn’t hesitate in wrapping my lips around him, not a single thought of hesitation before engulfing him whole.
“Fuck.” He moaned, smothering my nose to his base as he let out ragged guttural noises, “Suck that cock, baby. Fuck.” I kept my eyes open, even when it was hard to do so, even when slime sputtered from my mouth, even as I was choking so deliberately on him.
He let me off, slapped my face and bent down to me, his breath panting, my breath panting– “Fuck me, Denver.” I whispered, barely.
His hand gripped my throat and squeezed, a wild smirk on his lips as he fed me more of his beast, as he relished in the warmth that my throat provided. “Oh God, fuck me baby, you feel so fucking good.” He pulled out of me, slapping his length on my face, his mouth agape and moaning. “On the bed.” He ordered.
“Yes, sir.” I climbed back in, letting him crawl on top of me as he littered my body in sloppy wet kisses. And when he met my neck, he attacked with bites and nibbles, all while rocking his hips into mine. “Oh my God, Denver please just fuck me.” I was begging for it, begging for him.
I felt his smirk at my neck as he licked to my ear, “Beg harder for it.” He ordered as I began moaning out his name, as my bare hips rocked so deeply into his. My length was already on the verge, just by his touch alone. “Scream my fucking name.”
“Denver!” I screamed, quite literally screamed out his name for him. “Fuck me, now.” I demanded it as I bit down on his neck, as he squirmed on top of me and leaned up to straddle my waist.
I’d never get over this view, of this sexy fucking man on top of me. He grabbed my legs, pulled them over my shoulders and aimed his length at my entrance. “Who’s my good boy?”
“Me.”
A hand found my nipple and pinched, another on my neck as he squeezed; “Who’s my perfect fucking boy?”
“Me.”
He smirked wildly and pushed inside, popping through his tip as I bit down on my lip; “Damn fucking right you are.”
And he put his whole weight into me, slammed every fucking inch he has inside of me, and held there– his mouth fallen open as he moaned and cursed and grunted. I let him bend me in half as he laid into me, as he railed me, as I took every second of blissful pleasure.
He removed the hand on my nipple and grabbed my length, squeezed and rubbed his thumb over my tip where pre-cum had collected. “Fuck, oh fuck.” I moaned out, craning my neck as my eyes rolled back. He started pumping me at the pace he fucked me, quickening both as our moans melted together.
“Cum for me baby.” My body spasmed underneath him, uncontrollably jolting in ecstasy and need. “Cum for your man, cum for me.” His words sent me over the edge, his voice that fell so deep and sexy– my man, my man, my man.
And I exploded between us, several ropes of cum that coated both of our chests.
“Fuck yeah.” He went even harder, gripped me harder, fucked me at a pace I couldn’t quite comprehend. “God, I’m gonna cum.”
I moaned out his name, “Cum inside me, Denver.” I urged him, wrapping my hands around his head, pulling his lips into mine as he grunted the sexiest grunt I’ve ever heard– and released his hot seed inside me.
He collapsed into me, still inside me as we both caught our breath. “I fucking love you much Max.”
I smiled with my eyes closed, relishing in the moment; “I fucking love you so much more Denver.”
And he chuckled, “I don’t think that’s possible.”
So we laid there in the moment, lovingly holding each other in this gorgeous room with this gorgeous view. God damn, I loved this man. I will marry this man. This… this is my forever man.
Forever.
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