H is for Hawk (Men of ALPHAbet Mountain)

“There is a private exit to the parking area just outside your door to the right, should you want to move your car and bring things in,” Steven said.

“No, I think we have everything we need for tonight,” I said, indicating the duffel bag on my shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Very well,” he said. “Breakfast will be at eight, but if you wish to sleep in, we will have a brunch available at noon and supper is at four. Again, if you need anything, do not hesitate to ring us with your phone on the desk over there. Bill and I are night owls and light sleepers. You will not bother us.”

“Thank you,” Dee said, to which Steven nodded and closed the door.

She turned to me with a large smile on her lips and then seemed to take in the entire room in one slow spin.

“It’s okay?” I asked.

“It is amazing,” she said. “Seriously, amazing.”

“Good,” I said, relieved.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, pointing toward the open door of the restroom.

“Alright,” I said, nodding. “I’ll put our stuff away.”

Dee had carried in a suitcase and two other smaller duffel bags while I had carried in the big one and another suitcase. It was all the clothes we had brought, along with toiletries and electronics. There really wasn’t much left in the car at all. I put the cases down on the bed and began to unload them into the dressers while Dee spirited off to the restroom.

I finally finished putting things away a few minutes later when I heard Dee call out to me.

“Hawk,” she said. “Can you come here a second?”

I realized it had been a fair bit of time that she had been in there, and I was a little worried when I went to the door. As I opened it, steam hit me in the face, and the warm, wet air dissipated just enough to see soapy legs, crossed and hanging out of a claw-foot tub. My cock stirred instantly at the sight of the bubbly white soap sliding down her slick calves and dripping from her dainty toes.

“Well, hello there,” I said.

“I think,” she said, a glass of champagne in her hand, “I need some help in here.”

I looked back to the living room and noticed the entire bucket of champagne was missing, and when I turned back to her, I saw it next to the tub. She must have snuck it out while I was putting things away.

“Is that tub big enough for me to get in there with you?” I asked, grinning.

“It might be a little tight,” she said. “But I think we can make do.”

Slowly, I undid the buttons on my shirt, watching as she shifted in the tub and the soapy water rose up her chest and then slid back down in enticing rivulets. With my shirt on the floor, I kicked off my shoes and socks and then undid my belt. As I did, Dee took a deep sip of her glass, and one hand slid under the water. I watched as her face slid into a mask of concentration as she watched me unzip my pants, and her arm began moving under the water.

I peeled the pants off and tossed them away, my cock pressing against the fabric of my boxers as I enjoyed watching her pleasure herself in the tub. I took a few steps closer, and she swung her legs into the water, getting her knees underneath her. I hooked my thumbs under the elastic and pulled the boxers down, letting my cock spring out on level with Dee’s face.

Immediately, she reached up with a slick, wet hand and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking it toward her as she smiled up at me. She slid her tongue out long and slow on the underside of me, gathering at the tip and then taking me into her mouth. She moaned as she slid my cock deep into her throat, gagging as she reached her limit and then sliding back out. She bobbed and stroked me, sitting up on her knees so that the soapy water slid down her exposed breasts, and I filled my hands with them.

Wrapping two hands around the base of my cock, she kept stroking me into her mouth before taking me out of her and sliding her tongue down. She took one of my dangling orbs into her mouth and sucked as she stroked me, and I groaned in appreciation. She was taking her time, enjoying herself and enjoying the pleasure she was giving me. I filled one hand with her hair and guided her back to my cock, gently thrusting into her.

She let her body relax as I rocked into her mouth, raising one hand up to fondle my balls, looking up at me with pleading eyes as my cock stretched her cheeks. I let my head fall back as I began to moan again, close to a climax already, and she seemed to sense it. She wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and began to stroke fast as she took over, bobbing her head over me.