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I pulled my hood tight around my face, my head bowed low as the rain battered down upon me on my way home. A shudder ran through me as a cold raindrop made it through my jacket and trickled down my neck. It had been raining nonstop for almost three days, with another two forecast to follow.
By the time I stepped into the small entrance of the hostel, I was shivering. Stamping my soaked shoes on the mat, I smiled at Hank, who was seated behind his desk. "River, post for you there," he said, barely glancing up from the small screen displaying the football.
"Thanks." I shucked off my jacket and picked up the letter before taking the stairs two at a time. Once in my room, I hung my jacket up and threw the two letters onto my drawers, pulling off my sopping clothes and jumping into the shower to warm my bones.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I hung my towel over the radiator and pulled on a pair of smart trousers and a white shirt. I grabbed my phone and flung myself onto the bed. I had half an hour to waste before Ezra was due to pick me up for the night, so I scrolled through the news articles on my phone.
[Latest Star Wars movie postponed due to strikes.] [Cher's beauty routine: How to stay young forever.] [Search for Maxwell Reach continues.]
I clicked on the bottom article and read:
[The search for missing Maxwell Reach has now entered its seventh week. Friends and family of Maxwell reiterate how out of character it is for him to not be in contact. Maxwell is now the third young man to go missing in the last seven months. Police assure us that the disappearances are in no way connected.]
I read the entire article, gaining no additional information. I already knew it all; everyone did. It had been all anyone could talk about for the last few weeks. My phone flashed, displaying a message from Ezra and distracting me from the article.
[You have this whole weekend free, right?] [Yeah, from now till Monday afternoon. Why?] [Pack a weekend bag. I've got a new client down the coast. It's a hotel and bar, and they've offered me to stay for the weekend so I can get a feel of their business.] [OMG. And I get to come too!?] [Well, I was hoping you would.] [Yes!! I'll start packing now!]
I sat up on my bed, tossing my phone to one side and stared at the chest of drawers in the corner of the room, pondering what to wear. A wave of self-doubt crept in as I mentally sifted through my limited options.
After overthinking every option, I was finally satisfied with my options for the weekend.
I dressed in a comfortable tracksuit for the drive down there and redid my hair, making sure the messy curls fell in just the right place. I glanced at the clock--fifteen minutes to go. Just enough time to double-check my packing.
I opened my bag and reviewed the contents: a couple of smart outfits, casual clothes, toiletries, and a book. I threw in an extra pair of socks, just in case. With everything in place, I zipped it up the suitcase and placed it by the door and reached for the letters, about to open them, when my phone rang.
"I'm outside."
I quickly shoved the letters into my bag and pulled on my rain jacket. With a last glance at the room to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything, I hurried out the door and down the stairs. As I stepped outside, the rain continued to pour, and I spotted Ezra's car parked out front. I dashed over and slid into the passenger seat, shaking off my jacket.
Ezra greeted me with a smile. "Hey Kiddo, ready for an adventure?"
Always," I replied, kissing his briefly and smiling back.
We started the drive, and after some small talk, the conversation shifted to music. Ezra teased me about my playlist choices. I rolled my eyes playfully. "Just because I don't play them all the time doesn't mean I don't appreciate the golden oldies!"
Our banter continued, filled with laughter and light-hearted jabs about our differing tastes. The rain drummed steadily against the car, creating a soothing backdrop to our journey.
"By the way, I think Jeri and Kobe will be meeting us at the hotel tomorrow night."
"Really, that's cool."
"Yeah, there's a drag show. Thought it could be fun if we all went together."
"That sounds like a blast," I said, feeling a spark of anticipation. "I've never been to a drag show before."
Ezra glanced over at me with a grin and putting on a silly voice trilled, "You're in for a treat. It's going to be fabulous."
A couple or hours later we pulled up to the hotel, a grand yet inviting building with modern architecture and large glass windows. The foyer was a blend of luxury and warmth, with plush seating areas and subtle nods to the gay community, inclusive artwork subtly decorating the walls.
As we checked in, the friendly staff made us feel immediately welcome, greeting us with genuine smiles. Our room was equally impressive. Spacious and elegantly furnished, it featured a comfortable king-sized bed, a cozy sitting area, and large windows offering stunning views of the coast currently being battered by the rain. It was expensive, no doubt, but it was still kind of relaxed too.
After settling into our room, I changed out of my tracksuit and into a white shirt and trousers, while Ezra swapped into something stylish yet comfortable. We both took a moment to admire ourselves in the mirror before heading down to the bar.
It was welcoming and chic, with a lively buzz of conversation and laughter. In the corner, a pretty ginger woman in a red dress was singing slow jazz, her voice floating melodiously through the room. Ezra spotted the manager and introduced himself.
"Hi, you must be Zachary. I'm Ezra."
Zachary smiled warmly. "Nice to meet you, Ezra. And you must be River?" I nodded, returning his smile. "Let's sit down and get comfortable," he said, leading us to a booth in the corner. We settled into the plush seats, and he began to talk about the hotel's plans. "We've been wanting to reflect our weekend shows and our LGBTQ clientele more prominently on our website. Plus, we need to boost our social media engagement."
I couldn't help but interject, "And the logo--perhaps it could use an update? It's not very clear what it's conveying."
Immediately, I felt a wave of awkwardness for interrupting. I could see Ezra and Zachary exchange glances. But then, to my relief, they both nodded in agreement.
"You're right," Zachary said, looking thoughtful. "We've had similar feedback before, but hearing it again confirms it. Thanks for pointing that out."
Ezra shot me a reassuring smile. Zachary continued, "I want you both to immerse yourselves in the atmosphere here. Enjoy the bar, the live music, the drag shows--get a feel for the vibe. It'll help you understand what we're trying to achieve."
We settled into the cozy booth, and soon a steady flow of cocktails began to arrive. The atmosphere was perfect--fun yet romantic, with small groups and other couples enjoying the evening. The live jazz singer's voice added a touch of elegance to the night.
As the evening progressed, Ezra became increasingly flirty, his hand brushing against mine, his eyes lingering on me with a playful glint. He leaned in and kissed me a few times, sending a thrill through me.
The conversation flowed effortlessly; Ezra teased me about my habit of taking videos of each cocktail from multiple angles.
"River, you're like a cocktail paparazzi," he joked, grinning. "Do you have enough footage for a documentary yet?"
I rolled my eyes playfully. "Hey, it's called capturing the moment, Ezra. Ever heard of it?"
After a while, Ezra leaned in close and whispered suggestively, "What do you say we head back to our room? "I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and contentment. We stood up, thanked the bartenders for the wonderful evening, and made our way to the elevator, Ezra's hands roaming across my back and arse as we walked.
As the elevator doors shut, I looked up at him, his eyes blazing as he moved closer. He pressed his large body against mine and tangled his fingers into my hair. My whole body trembled at his touch as he kissed me passionately.
With no hesitation, he slid his hand down the front of my trousers and grabbed my cock in his fist, causing me to gasp in pleasure.
"Mmm," he purred, his lips brushing against my ear, "you're so fucking hard for Daddy." I pushed myself against him, relishing the feeling of his hand stroking my erection. He leant forward and whispered in my ear, "Wanna know what I want from my boy tonight?" I nodded earnestly as he continued, "I want you to fuck me. I've been craving my boy's cock inside me all day."
I almost squeaked, "Really?"
"What? Didn't think I'd give up my arse for you?" Ezra asked, his voice dripping with mock innocence as his hand continued to stroke me.
"No, I didn't," I replied honestly, "I didn't think you'd give up your arse for anyone."
Ezra chuckled and leaned down to place a quick peck on my lips. "Oh, you have no idea the things I'd do for you." he whispered, his breath hot against my skin "You're done it before right?"
I nodded, my hips bucking against him, "Only with Jeri."
The elevator dinged, signalling our arrival at our floor, Ezra pulled his hand out of my trousers. I let out a nervous laugh, as he grabbed my hand and led me to our room, swiping the key card and pushing the door open.
As soon as we were inside, Ezra pushed me up against the door and kissed me, his tongue delving between my lips. My hands fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, pulling it open and running my fingers over his hairy chest.
He groaned, interrupting our kiss to move his lips down my jaw and along my neck. I tilted my head, allowing him better access as I felt his hand slip under my t-shirt, his fingers tracing lightly over my skin. A shiver ran through me at his touch, and I closed my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure of his kisses and caresses.
Suddenly, Ezra pulled my shirt off over my head and threw it aside.
"So, want to take Daddy's arse, like you did Jeri's?" Ezra's voice was deep and rough, his tone a strange mix of command and pleasure. He leaned back, watching me intently as I reached for his pants, unbuttoning them slowly. They dropped to the floor, and he stepped out of them.
"Turn around." I whispered.
A smirk played across his lips as he turned, bracing himself against the wall and presenting his arse to me. My hands grasped onto his firm cheeks, squeezing and kneading as I dropped down to my knees behind him while he discarded his shirt.
He groaned in response as I reached his hole, flicking and teasing it with my tongue until he was practically trembling.
"Mmm!" Ezra moaned, pushing back against my face. I began to probe my tongue deeper, wiggling it around and feeling him relax as I loosened him up. Using my fingertips I pulled gently at the edges of his hole, holding him open and pushing the hairs aside.
Ezra grunted and pushed back against my face, as I continued to plunge my tongue deeper inside him. He groaned loudly, pushing harder back onto me as I started to tongue-fuck him in earnest.
My cock was straining painfully in its confines, the pressure near-agonizing, so I quickly stood up and unbuttoned them. My cock sprang free, I grabbed it in my hand and started to stroke it.
"Fuck, kiddo." He groaned. "You look so hot, get that cock in Daddy's hole."
Encouraged by his words, I stepped forward and pressed my cock against his entrance. I pushed forward, before my head hit the resistance of his tight opening. Ezra groaned, pushing his hips back against me. "Take me," he growled.
I grasped his hips and pulled him towards me, pushing deeper with each stroke until finally, I was buried to the hilt inside of him.
Ezra grunted and shuddered, gripping the door frame as I began to thrust.
His hole was tight, but I was slowly relaxing him as I pushed deeper with each stroke. He moaned and trembled, clearly overcome by the sensation. I groaned in response, my cock feeling like it was going to explode at any moment.
I pulled my cock out almost all the way, only to slide it back in again, each thrust harder than before. "Oh yeah. Baby, just like Daddy showed you."
"Yeah? You like that?" I asked?
He looked over his shoulder at me with a wicked smile. "You feel so fucking good inside me." Ezra moaned, pushing back against my cock as I continued to thrust, his hand reaching around to grab my hip, pulling me in deeper.
His tight hole gripped my cock like a vice, "Fuck!" I groaned, surging forward, pounding into him as hard as I could. I wrapped an arm around his waist, reaching down to stroke his own leaking cock with my free hand.
"That's it, Riv!" Ezra cried out, his voice strained with pleasure as I filled him up over and over again.
I felt the warmth of his cum spill over my hand, coating my fingers as I continued to stroke him hard and fast.
"Come for me, Kiddo." Ezra begged; his voice strained with pleasure as I hit a particularly sensitive spot deep inside him. "Come on, fill me up."
His words pushed me over the edge, and I groaned loudly, thrusting hard one last time, I could feel every inch of me throbbing and pulsing as I filled him up, my boiling seed spilling into him over and over again.
My entire body was shaking, my legs felt so weak they were about to give out from under me. Ezra turned to face me, his eyes filled with a playful glint as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close with a satisfied sigh.
"That was amazing, River." He murmured against my ear, kissing it softly. I nuzzled against him, still trembling with pleasure pulsing through my exhausted body.
After showering, we slipped into the comfort of the comfortable bed. I nestled against Ezra's naked body, resting my head on his chest. His arm wrapped around me, and with the steady rhythm of rain battering the windows, I pulled immediately into sleep, feeling safe and content.
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