With our bags packed and the excitement of the upcoming getaway buzzing between us, Adrien and I step out into the crisp morning air. The sun is bright, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. We load our bags into the trunk, and Adrien pulls me in for a lingering kiss, his hands resting possessively on my hips.
“Ready for our adventure?” he asks, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
I nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “More than ready,” I reply, squeezing his hand before we both climb into the car.
As we merge onto the highway, the cityscape quickly gives way to rolling fields and open skies. The silence between us is comfortable, filled with the unspoken promise of what’s to come.
Adrien reaches over, his hand resting on my thigh as I drive. “So, about what you said last night,” he begins, his voice soft.
“When you said you love me… did you mean it?”
My heart skips a beat. I glance at him, taking in the sincerity in his eyes. “No, I know we just met,” I say, my voice steady but gentle. “I got caught up in the heat of the moment.”
Adrien’s smile falters, his eyes momentarily dimming. “Oh… yeah, it was,” he murmurs, his voice a touch quieter than before.
Internally, my thoughts swirl with conflicting emotions. Although we only met yesterday, the connection I feel with Adrien is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I think I do love him, but it’s too soon to say it out loud. For now, I’ll take things slowly and see where this journey takes us.
As we cruise down the highway, an 80s power ballad fills the car. “When I look into your eyes, I can see a love restrained, but darling, when I hold you, don’t you know I feel the same? No one else can ever know,” the lyrics echo through the speakers.
A wave of irony washes over me, the song’s sentiment mirroring the unspoken tension between Adrien and me after his question about my declaration of love.
Adrien’s hand rests gently on my thigh, the warmth of his touch sending shivers up my spine. His fingers gradually venture towards the hidden bulge in my thin shorts, grazing my package, and applying soft pressure through the fabric.
I grow hard in an instant, and Adrien, sensing my pleasure, gives me a knowing smile without uttering a word. He continues slowly rubbing and lightly squeezing. I want to let out a moan, but I want to make Adrien work for it, I’m not going to moan on command for him today.
I focus on the road ahead, trying to balance the enjoyment of Adrien’s touch with my responsibility as a driver. In a playful tone, Adrien questions, “Really? Nothing?”
“What do you mean, dear?” I respond.
Without speaking another word, Adrien slips his hand underneath the waistband of my shorts and boxers, wrapping his large, silky smooth hand around my shaft.
“Mhm,” I murmur, savouring the sensation.
“There we go,” Adrien says approvingly.
His movements become slower, limited by my clothing. Each gentle stroke elicits a quiet moan from me, and before long, I notice a damp patch forming on my shorts. Adrien catches sight of it too, pulling his hand away, glossy with my essence. He sucks his fingers clean, filling the air with the scent of my arousal.
Adrien dives his hand back into my shorts. Now, there’s no mistaking his objective—he seeks to remove my shorts entirely. In response, I engage the cruise control and lift myself marginally off the seat, silently consenting to his request.
Wasting no time, Adrien swiftly tugs my shorts down. A triumphant smile spreads across his face when my bare lower half comes into view. Settling back into my seat, I resume driving, leaving Adrien free to continue exploring my body.
Adrien’s hand moves expertly over my erect cock, his fingers gripping me firmly. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, making it increasingly difficult to focus on the road ahead. My hips buck up to meet his touch, my breath coming in short gasps as I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
But just as suddenly as it began, Adrien stops. He pulls his hand away, leaving me feeling empty and wanting. I glance over at him, my frustration clear on my face.
But Adrien just smirks, his eyes locked on the beautiful sunflower seed fields passing by outside the window.
“Adrien,” I breathe, my voice heavy with desire.
He turns to me, his eyes dark with lust.
“Yes?” he asks, his voice low and seductive.
“Don’t stop,” I plead, my hips thrusting up in a silent plea for more.
Adrien’s smirk turns into a wicked grin as he reaches for me again. But instead of his hand, this time it’s his mouth. His lips wrap around my cock, his tongue swirling around my tip as I moan out in pleasure.
Adrien takes me into his mouth, his head bobbing up and down as I thrust up to meet him. His fingers play with my balls, sending waves of intense pleasure through my body.
I feel the mounting pleasure intensify, my hips instinctively rising to meet his eager mouth. Spotting a secluded approach to a field with a grain bin, I quickly turn right, pulling behind it to shield us from prying eyes and embrace our private sanctuary.
As soon as I park, I whisper, “Scrape your teeth… softly.”
Adrien gives me a what-the-fuck look, but he obliges, scraping his teeth gently against my sensitive skin. I let out a moan of pleasure, my hips thrusting up to meet his mouth.
I lean my seat back, giving Adrien more access to my body. He takes the hint, his lips never leaving my cock. He opens up the glove box, grabs the lube, and slicks up his fingers.
With his slicked-up fingers, he slowly inserts two into my ass, starting to finger fuck me as I moan out in pleasure. My emotions are running wild, I want to tell him I love him, but I know I can’t, not yet anyway.
The thrill of Adrien’s fingers inside me, his mouth on my cock, and the risk of being discovered by a passing farmer push me over the edge; I can’t hold on any longer.
I can feel myself getting closer and closer, my breath coming in short gasps.
“Adrien,” I gasp, my voice heavy with desire. “I’m close.”
Adrien responds by redoubling his efforts, his mouth and fingers working in tandem to bring me to the brink. I can feel myself getting closer and closer, my hips bucking up to meet his mouth.
And then, with a final thrust, I cum hard, my release filling Adrien’s mouth.
“Don’t swallow it, please,” I manage to gasp out. “Come kiss me.”
Adrien brings his face down to mine. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, our tongues twisting together as I taste myself on his lips. I can feel the cum still on his lips, and I reach up to wipe it away with my fingers.
I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean, our eyes locked as I swallow every last drop.
“I do love you,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
But Adrien hears me, and he smiles, his eyes full of love and affection.
“I know. I love you too,” he whispers back, his lips meeting mine in a tender kiss.
We lie there for a moment, wrapped up in our own little world, the sound of our breathing and the taste of my release the only things that exist at that moment.
A quick glance at the GPS reveals we’ve still got 300 kilometres ahead of us, with only 227 kilometres behind us. The car clock reads 1:35 PM. It’s been over five hours since we hit the road.
Despite the slow progress, I can’t help but feel content. It’s been years since I’ve felt this way about someone.
“We better get going, my love,” I say to Adrien, my voice heavy with exhaustion.
He lifts his head from my chest and smiles at me.
“Okay,” he says, his voice soft and soothing.
I raise my seat and turn to him.
“Do you mind driving the rest of the way?” I ask. “I’m exhausted from our activities.”
“Of course, anything for you, beautiful,” Adrien says, his eyes full of love and affection.
I kiss Adrien before we switch seats. He starts the car, and I lay my head down on his lap, inhaling his musky scent through his shorts.
My hands begin to wander, tracing lazy circles on his thighs. I can feel his cock growing hard beneath his shorts, and I can’t resist the urge to taste him.
I pull his shorts down a little, revealing his beautiful cock. I waste no time, taking him into my mouth and sucking him deep. Adrien lets out a low moan, his hands threading through my hair.
But as much as I want to continue, I know that I need to rest. I pull away, my lips leaving a wet trail along his shaft. I pull his shorts back up and close my eyes, letting sleep take over.
“Time to get up, sweetheart,” Adrien says quietly, his voice breaking through my sleepy haze.
I blink up at him, disoriented and confused.
“Huh? What?” I mumble, still half-asleep.
“We’re almost at the hotel, and you still have to put your shorts back on,” Adrien says, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
I glance down, realizing that I’m still sitting in the passenger seat half naked. I quickly put my shorts on, wincing at the obvious stain on the front.
Oh well, I think to myself. I’m too exhausted to care.
We pull up to the hotel, and Adrien hands the keys to the valet. We head inside to check in, holding hands as we walk up to the front desk.
The clerk behind the counter, a middle-aged woman with blonde hair, gives us a curious once-over before turning back to me.
“We have a reservation,” I say, my voice still thick with sleep. “It’ll be under Daniel Gustafson and Adrien Costa.”
The clerk, whose name tag reads “Anna,” starts typing in the computer.
“Ah, yes, here we go,” she says, her eyes scanning the screen. “I see you are in the executive suite, Mr. Gustafson. Here’s your key.”
“Thank you, Anna. And could you please send up a bottle of champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries, if you have them?” I ask, flashing her a tired smile.
“Of course, Mr. Gustafson. I’ll send something up right away,” she replies, her eyes flicking down to my stained shorts before she turns away.
Adrien and I make our way to the elevator, still holding hands. As soon as the doors close, he pulls me close and kisses me deeply, his tongue swirling around my mouth.
I melt in his arms, my exhaustion melting away as we kiss.
The doors open, revealing an older couple standing in the hallway. I flash them a grin, still wrapped up in Adrien’s arms.
“It’s okay, he’s my boyfriend,” I say, my voice full of laughter. “Now we’re going to go fuck in our room.”
The couple looks taken aback, but I don’t care. I’m too happy and in love to care about anyone else.
Adrien and I make our way to our room, our hands never leaving each other. I know that this is the start of something special, and I can’t wait to see where our relationship takes us.
As we enter the hotel room, Adrien turns to me with a curious expression.
“So, what am I supposed to do while you’re in meetings for work?” he asks.
I realize that I had forgotten to mention that part of the trip.
“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that,” I say, rubbing the back of my neck. “It’s not really too many meetings, though. There are conferences throughout the week and one meeting on the last day. There’s a sign-in at each conference, but once I sign in, no one ever checks to see if you’re actually there or not, so we can leave. A lot of the guys use this as an excuse to go on a bender or to get a free holiday.”
Adrien’s face lights up as I continue.
“So, we have the entire week to ourselves?”
“Precisely,” I confirm. “Just a quick daily check-in at the second-floor conference room, and then we’re free to do our own thing. The weekday conferences begin promptly at 9:00 AM, with the week-ending meeting starting at 10:00 AM and concluding by 10:30 AM.”
Adrien’s eyes gleam with excitement as he imagines all the possibilities.
As we explore the suite, I open the French doors to reveal our bedroom. To my surprise, there’s a Jacuzzi in the corner of the room.
“Well, would you look at that,” I say, turning to Adrien with a grin. “It looks like my work wants me to have a real romantic weekend.”
“I’ll say,” Adrien replies, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
There’s a knock on the door, and I call out to Adrien.
“Adrien, dear, why don’t you fill the Jacuzzi, and I’ll go open the door.”
I open the door to find Anna, the front desk clerk, holding a bottle of champagne and a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries.
“Here you go, Mr. Gustafson. I see you are here for the conferences. If you like, I can arrange for one of our bellhops to take care of your daily sign-in, that way you and your friend only have to leave the room when you want to.”
She gives me a sly wink, and I can’t help but smile.
“Why thank you, Anna. I appreciate that.”
I sign the room service bill and slip her a €100 tip as a thank you.
I make my way to the Jacuzzi, carrying the champagne and strawberries.
“Good news, babe,” I say, handing Adrien a glass of champagne. “I don’t have to go sign in every morning. Anna offered to have one of the bellhops do it for me, so we can stay in the room as long as we want.”
Adrien’s face lights up with excitement as he takes a sip of champagne.
“This is perfect,” he says, pulling me in for a kiss. “I can’t wait to spend the whole week with you, exploring this city and enjoying each other’s company.”
I can’t help but agree. With a whole week to ourselves, I know that Adrien and I are going to have an amazing time.
Shedding my clothes, I slide into the inviting warmth of the Jacuzzi, nestling myself between Adrien’s legs. His smooth, muscular chest provides a comforting support, I feel completely at ease in his embrace. He wraps his arms around me and presses a kiss to my neck as he feeds me a chocolate-covered strawberry.
We sit in the Jacuzzi, finishing the strawberries and sipping on the last of the champagne.
“Should we call for more?” I ask, glancing up at Adrien.
“One of us will have to get out then,” he replies, a teasing smile on his lips.
“Not necessarily,” I say, with a wink. “I bet Anna will bring it right to us and not say a word. I’m sure she’s seen way more than two naked men in a Jacuzzi before.”
I call the front desk and ask Anna to bring up another bottle of champagne and something else for us to snack on.
Before hanging up, I tell Anna, “Oh, and don’t bother knocking. We’re both in the Jacuzzi, just come on in and bring it to us.”
“Okay, Mr. Gustafson. I’ll be up in a few minutes,” Anna replies.
I turn to Adrien, my arms wrapped around his neck.
“What do you want to do this week, babe?” I ask. “Anything you want, it’s my treat.”
“You mean besides you,” he says, with a grin. “I just want to spend time with you, make love, fuck, go out for dinner as a couple, and of course, go to the beach with you.”
“Your wish is my command,” I tell him, pressing a kiss to his lips.
Just then, the French doors open and Anna walks in, holding a tray of champagne and chocolate-covered bananas.
“Oh, Anna, you’re naughty,” Adrien says, with a grin.
Anna just laughs, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Whatever do you mean, Mr. Costa?” she asks in a teasing tone.
A low chuckle escapes Adrien’s lips, with a hint of amusement.
“Have a goodnight, gentlemen,” Anna says, as she sets the tray down on the table. “And just as an FYI, the rooms do have sound barriers, just in case you were planning on any noisy activities.”
She winks at us, before leaving the room with a little wave.
I can’t help but grin, looking forward to the week ahead with Adrien.
As Anna discreetly leaves the room, I turn to face Adrien, wrapping my legs back around his waist and looping my arms around his neck. The connection between us feels electric, intensifying the intimacy of the moment. I savour a sip of champagne, the bubbles tickling my throat, then lean in to kiss him. Our tongues dance, a symphony of taste and sensation as the champagne’s essence mingles between us.
Adrien stands, my body still entwined with his, and steps from the Jacuzzi’s embrace. He carries me to the balcony, where the balmy sea air, infused with the intoxicating scent of salt and ocean spray, caresses our damp skin.
Seating himself on a chair, Adrien keeps me entwined around him, allowing me to feel his rigid length pressed intimately against my body. Gradually raising myself, I slide back down onto his awaiting shaft, enveloped by sheer bliss.
His girth enters me, and I revel in the erotic thrill, welcoming the invasion of Adrien’s impressive tool. Instead of immediately pounding away, he stays still, suspended within me, engulfed by warmth. Mutual love binds us as we stare deeply into one another’s souls, my form held against his solid mass, while our racing pulses reverberate in harmony.
“I love how you feel in me, and I love you, Adrien,” I whisper, my voice husky with desire.
Adrien smiles, looking at me with love and desire.
“I love you too, Daniel. I never believed in love at first sight until I saw you,” he replies, before capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
I begin to ride Adrien’s cock with growing intensity, my body moving in a fluid, rhythmic motion, I feel the waves of pleasure wash over me. The salty tang of the sea air mixes with the scent of our lovemaking, adding another layer of intimacy to our encounter.
I lean in, my lips seeking out Adrien’s, and we sink into a passionate kiss. Our tongues wrestle, just as our bodies do, as we get lost in the moment.
My nails dig into the flesh of his back, my fingers tracing gently over the defined muscles of his shoulders. I let out a soft moan as I feel his hips bucking beneath me, his cock driving deeper into me.
The sensation of our bodies moving in harmony is almost too much to bear. I bite down gently on Adrien’s tongue, my mouth quirking up into a playful grin as I hear him groan in pleasure. I break the kiss and throw my head back as I am filled with ecstasy.
His hands grip my hips, pulling me down onto him harder, and I can feel the sweat breaking out on both of our skin.
As I wrap my arms around Adrien’s neck, my breaths coming in short, quick gasps, I revel in the feeling of our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Adrien’s hands roam over my body, each touch sending another wave of pleasure crashing through me.
I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, my body tensing with anticipation.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I moan, my fingers digging into his skin.
I feel my orgasm building within me, my pleasure mounting as I cry out in ecstasy.
“Don’t stop, Adrien, don’t stop,” I plead, my voice hoarse with pleasure.
With a primal scream, I release, my load spraying across Adrien’s magnificent chest.
And just as my pleasure crests, I feel Adrien’s own release, filling me with his warm delicious cum.
As I rest my head on Adrien’s shoulder, my breaths slow down, a profound sense of love and contentment washes over me. Each moment with him deepens my feelings, making me realize how special our connection truly is. I softly kiss his neck, tasting the salt from the sea air on his skin.
“I love you, Daniel,” Adrien whispers, and I feel my heart swell with emotion.
“I love you too, Adrien. Thank you for rescuing me.”
Adrien carries me to the bed, both of us spent and sated. As we lay down, he cradles me in his arms, and I am once again the little spoon, just as I prefer.
Adrien’s chest is still sticky with my release, I can feel his warm cum inside me, and I’ve never felt more complete.
“This day could not have been any better,” I say, smiling to myself.
“I couldn’t agree more, Daniel,” Adrien replies.
As I drift off to sleep, wrapped in Adrien’s arms, I can’t help but feel grateful for the new love we share.
