You were unshaven and tired and smelly and oh so fucking gorgeous… I wanted to eat you to kiss you to suck your cock to have you inside me. I’d been stroking my dick all morning thinking of you, rubbing my hole with spit-slicked fingers, remembering our last time together and imagining that you’d be sick with worry when you’d found out I’d gone, hoping that you’d come and find me, that you’d take me home with you, that you’d be a little mad, but then not, that you’d just be so glad that I was okay and alive and that you’d wrap me up into your arms and...

Instead, you pushed into the hotel room, surveyed everything, took stock of what I’d done and ignored me. I tried to get your sympathy and it didn’t work.

You only paid attention when…

Your shirt came off easily, the soft cotton falling away from your skin, and I pulled your tank top over your head, mussing your hair. You leaned in to kiss me, your breath washing over me, warm and filled with coffee and cigarettes. I opened my mouth as if to take your tongue, then pulled away instead, sliding down your body, teasing. I wanted to see how far you’d let me go, how long you’d let me play.

A smile edged around your lips as I fell to my knees in front of you… I knew you loved me there, loved watching me worship your cock. I opened your jeans and pulled them from your hips, the dark scent of your pubes pushing into my nose… I wanted to taste you, to take you inside me, to let you use my mouth and my throat and just me for your pleasure.

I kissed you all over, brushed my lips in your curly dark hair, dragged your hard cock over my cheeks, across my face. I felt pre-come drawing lines across my skin, was amazed at how hard you were, how quickly you got there. Knew it was because of me, my naked body, my blond hair, my readiness to take your cock in my mouth, in my ass. Knew you were wet for me, from me.

I teased and played and kissed around your crotch, touched your dick with my tongue, curled my hands around your ass and pulled you towards me, licking and kissing you till you grabbed my fingers in yours and made me stop. I don’t think you liked how much control you were giving me. How much control I had.

I looked up at you then, your dark eyes staring back down at me. God, I wanted you to fuck me. I swear I could already feel you inside me, feel that stretch and burn and heat from your cock filling me. You bit your lip and tried not to smile, but I knew you were loving this. Knew you weren’t mad anymore, not really. I began to suspect you never even were, that concern masqueraded as displeasure, that worry hid behind the anger in your voice.

I let you lead, but didn’t let up… kept my mouth on your skin and kissed my way back up your body, up your hard stomach and smooth chest till I reached your throat, the sharp stubble prickling my tongue as you tilted your head back to give me better access. I could taste your cologne in my mouth, like I was breathing it, and it made me feel like a part of you.

And then we kissed... our mouths finding each other and clinging together with warm lips and aching tongues. I was so hungry for you, desperate, had wanted this kiss for hours, days, and I fell into it, felt your hands around my throat and face and was expecting you to pull me to you, against you…

Instead you pushed me away, pushed me back onto the bed, swollen lips and hard cock feeling neglected but enticed by this little game. You stepped closer to the bed, and I scrambled to the edge of it, sliding close to your body, your cock pressing against my chest, my lips planting on your skin, sucking at your nipple, feeling it harden under the attention of my tongue. You leaned into my mouth, letting me bite you, pull the redness to your chest, my hand pressing against your lower back, fingers sliding closer and lower to your ass, smooth skin beneath the palm of my hand.

Then you forced me away again, strong hands on my shoulders, shoving me backwards to lie on the bed, my mouth reluctantly leaving your body. My lips felt raw and sore and your taste filled my mouth… you crawled up on to the bed, hanging over me, a wicked smile on your face as your fingers wrapped hard around my wrists to pin me to the mattress. I knew then that I never ever had any control here, and let go, let go of everything… I let myself be taken over by you. It was what I’d really wanted – I never wanted control or dominance. I wanted to be taken and fucked and paid attention to. It’s why I left in the first place.

You fell on top of me, holding me tightly to the bed, our cocks pressed hard and wet together. I loved that you covered me – my skin was clean from a long bath and you smelt like you intensified. Leather cigarettes sweat whiskey shampoo cologne Brian. You drowned me in it and I learned to breathe again.

Your mouth played across my face, kissing my cheek and neck, then trailing down my chest. I smiled contentedly, knowing maybe you had been worried and you had missed me and maybe you felt sorry for the way you’d yelled at me and pushed me away. Maybe you didn’t know you felt those things, but your kisses told me otherwise.

I kissed your forehead as you crawled down my body, let myself get lost in expensive hair product and soft hairs brushing across my face. Your mouth found my nipple, and you bit me softly, making me gasp and I wanted to pull my fingers up into your hair, but you grabbed my wrists again and held me to the bed, trapping me there, keeping me focused.

You teased me as I’d done to you, your body dragging down mine, your mouth leaving long wet trails of spit on my skin. You licked at my pubes and pushed my thighs open wide and settled between them, your face in my crotch, the warmth of your breath on my balls and dick. I thought I could come then, just imagining you between my legs, and then I spared a glance down at you and almost did, saw you take my cock between your lips and leave me slick with your spit.

I felt dizzy and euphoric and your hands were on my arms again, making me feel small and slight beneath your power and muscles. And I was hardly aware of how we got to where we were until you slid my calves over your shoulders, and pushed against my hole, then into me, crawling up my body as you slid further inside. I was so relaxed and willing it hardly hurt at all, and I sucked in deep breaths and held your body against mine, fingers gripping your thighs, nails digging into your skin.

Our mouths collided again and again, wet messy kisses, sweaty sticky bodies sliding together. Your fingers scraped at my scalp and you held my face in your strong hands and I looked at you and loved you and wanted you…

You fucked me fast-slow-fast, and I knew you were so close to coming so many times, I could feel your body tense and your thrusts deepen, but then you’d ease off and kiss me again, press your stomach against my cock and rub against me, give me much needed friction, letting my pre-come coat your skin.

But then it was too much, too fast, too intense… you folded me in half and pressed my knees to my shoulders, stealing the breath from my lungs. I had my hands on your ass and pushed you into me, felt you so deep inside me and it felt amazing like this, I felt amazing, captured, held, and taken. Taken by you.

You kissed me hard and came, sucking my bottom lip between your teeth, your mouth pressed to mine, heavy breaths through your nose washing over my face with damp air. I followed you seconds after, a few sharp tugs on my dick enough to send me over the edge, my tight ass milking the last drops of come from your cock inside me.

And then we were done and sated and breathless… you stretched out beside me on the bed, panting, sweat beading on your forehead. I lay in silence, not sure of the next move, of what to say or do. I wanted you to take me home with you. I wanted to live with you to sleep with you to love with you to be with you in the morning in the evening in the afternoon…

But I didn’t think that was going to happen.

So I waited in the quiet until you pulled my hand in yours and I followed you into the shower. You pushed gently on my shoulder so I faced the tile and slid inside me again, easily this time, the rip of the condom wrapper still echoing against the tiles. It was the first time we’d fucked in a shower other than yours.

I pressed my face against the warm tiles and arched back against you, fucked your dick, pulling you in and out of my ass. You loved it and playfully spanked me hard, the wet sting of the water intensifying everything.

Punish me, I’d whispered into the steamy air, grinning at you, tongue stuck between my teeth, and you rewarded me with another spank. My ass clenched at the delicious pain and you’d moaned quietly at the feeling on your cock. Again your hand came down on my ass, the sound echoing in the tiny room, then again and again until you’d built a rhythm, urging me to fuck your dick and I knew I’d come so soon, the pain and pleasure blending together so beautifully… I felt redeemed and forgiven.

Our skin connected harder that last time, and the blow felt deep, like it would bruise. It turned me on even more to think of it, to think of your handprint on my skin, and I started to pull on my cock, jerking myself off so I’d come for you. So I’d come all over my hand, so I’d show you how much I loved this. Loved everything. Loved you.

Your fingers twisted up into my hair and your lips planted on my neck, sucking and marking my skin. You stopped playing with me and started fucking me in earnest, focused on sliding in and out of my hole until you pressed me hard against the tiles and came inside me. I’d come sometime in between all that, thick ropes of come spilling between my fingers, making me buzz inside, drowsy and content and satisfied.

You slid out of me, then pulled me back against your body, your chest heaving beneath my back as you caught your breath. The shower stall was filled with steam, the water felt hot as it splashed off your shoulder and against my face. I felt your lips against my ear, kissing me softly, your arms wrapped tightly around my chest and holding me to you. Your cock softened in the small of my back and you held me close, breathing and kissing and not saying anything.

But I heard the things in your head... the things you couldn’t say. I knew that you’d figure something out for me, that you’d figure out somewhere for me to live, some way for this to work. I trusted you and knew you’d always be there for me, even if you didn’t know it yet yourself.

And you did do all those things. You did find me a home, you did give me a life. You gave me everything you had to give.

I sometimes think of that hot New York afternoon, sometimes think about how differently things could’ve gone. How much I could’ve screwed up, how much you could’ve not cared. I sometimes think of those things, but then always remember the way it really felt… the hot push of your cock in my 17-year-old ass, your warm hands covering my body, your lips and tongue pressed against mine, whispered words against the side of my face.

I remember feeling taken in that expensive hotel bed, remember feeling loved and wanted and not lost at all anymore. I remember feeling like you and this life were all I ever wanted. But most of all, I remember feeling like you’d given me a tiny piece of yourself. That you’d shown me something, given me something that maybe you hadn’t meant to, but ended up giving me anyway.

That was all I’d needed to let me know that there was more. That if I was patient, one day you’d learn how to let me make you feel taken too.