Troyes POV.
As I say goodnight to a group of friends, I glance around the garden looking for Tyler. My heart momentarily falters as I spy his lavender waves and the back of his strong shoulders sitting near the bar. I am not sure if my heart will ever adjust to the breath-taking sight that is my boyfriend. He's staring into the distance and I yearn to see his face. I walk over to him, refusing to take my eyes away from his frame. As I get close enough to touch him, I can see that he has a lazy smile on his face, he seems smitten with his day dream.
"What you thinking Tilly?" I whisper into his ear. He jolts out of his day dream- I have obviously startled him but by the wide smile on his face, I know that my presence is a welcomed surprise. His eyes are slightly dilated due to alcohol and his previously perfect hair is starting to droop now the night is ending, nevertheless he looks delicious. I lean down and slowly place kisses onto his neck. The wedding had been beautiful, romantic and hilarious and it had been great to spend quality time with our friends from all around the world. However due to spending so much time reuniting with everyone, I had not had nearly enough time alone with my guy. My lips continue to feather kisses onto his neck and I hear him release a quiet but sensual moan, eliciting a hunger inside myself. I begin to gently sink my teeth into his skin, tasting the sweat on him from dancing earlier. I flicker my tongue over the imprints, savouring his salty taste.
"Bed time?" he mumbles at me, whilst my tongue still dances along his neck and towards his jaw. I drag my mouth away from him, his skin slowly releasing from my teeth. His suggestion sounds perfect to me. I reply quickly,
"Mmm, yes. Providing it isn't sleep time"
I see an instant smirk take over his lips, and his eyes grow instantly darker. We quickly gather our suit jackets and make our way up the garden path- not bothering to say goodnight to any of the remaining wedding guests, both too eager to be alone together.
As we reach the hotel, we practically race through the banquet hall heading towards the lift in the lobby. Tyler reaches the lift first and repeatedly presses the button as if, calling it multiple times will make it arrive faster. I smile at his childish ways and collect his eager fingers into mine. Suddenly the gilded lift doors open and I find myself being thrust into the small space, Tyler's warm body immediately pinning me against the back wall. I gasp at his actions, already I can feel him growing against my leg. I shiver with the knowledge that soon, I can un-wrap him, removing the layers that separate us currently. Our lips find each other, hastily clashing and moulding together. Our suit jackets drop to the floor as our hands explore each other's bodies. Already I feel his silky tongue enter my mouth; I passionately return his kisses and suddenly there's a loud 'ping' and the lift doors slide open. Without breaking our kiss Tyler allows me to press onto his body, forgetting our jackets and pushing us towards the doors, closer to our hotel room, until we crash into something, or rather someone. We break away from each other and my eyes immediately locate a sniggering Alfie... I feel the heat in my body rise straight to my cheeks and I quickly try to leave the lift and avoid the embarrassment of being caught in a hot and heavy make-out session.
"Woah.. wait. This isn't your floor guys" Alfie suddenly exclaims. "You want floor three right?"
"Er, yeah" Tyler replies, his voice sounding husky.
"Well this is still only the second floor, I'm on my way back down to the garden. Zoe left her bridesmaid bouquet down there and she wants it before it gets thrown out by the clean-up service"
This makes sense. I now realise that we had been so busy kissing that neither of us had pressed the floor button. We'd only made it this far up due to Alfie calling the lift up himself. I reach over and press for the third floor however the lift descends to the ground floor again. The three of us stand there failing to speak but instead all concentrating fiercely on the lift dial. I clock our jackets heaped on the floor and quickly pick them up. As we reach the ground floor, Alfie quickly exits, telling us with a cheeky grin to enjoy the rest of our night. At this comment, I am certain my cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink but Tyler just gives him a wink. 'Someone's clearly over the embarrassment already'- I think to myself.
"Well that was awkward" I mutter, grateful that the doors had reclosed and the lift had finally began to creep up to the correct floor.
Tyler just shrugs his shoulders, "Slightly, but it's not like we haven't caught Zalfie out before..."
"I suppose but-" suddenly my words are cut short by his finger being placed upon my lips. With his other hand, he grabs mine and tugs me towards the now opening lift doors. I smile as I traipse behind him, watching him fumble in his trousers for the key card as we reach our room.
"Alone at last..." Tyler sighs, an excited smirk on his face as our hotel door closes behind us. I step towards him and grab his tie, tugging him towards the bed. I feel his hands grasp my hips but I ensure I stay upright instead of tumbling down. Instead I slam my palms into his shoulders, throwing him downwards. I look down at him, his eyes are dark and his lips parted, his hips already swirling regardless of the lack of contact. I slowly clamber on top of him. Sitting upright with my knees bent underneath me, at either side of his hips, I keep pinned him into place. I run my fingers along his sides and have to push against him to stop him from sitting up, presumably to lock our lips. I want him desperately but I also want to enjoy the anticipation, to see his body writhe and his need for me flash across his face. I slowly undo his tie, sliding it out from beneath his collar- his breathing hastening as I skim his neck. Subconsciously biting my lip, I move my fingers back to his torso, slowly undoing his shirt buttons, one by one, my fingers slipping under his shirt and against his smooth skin. Again he tries to sit up and bring our chests together but again, I refuse, lowering my body backwards and removing my fingers from his chest. He pants at me desperately and moves his hands to unbutton my own shirt but I steal his hands into mine, fingers intertwined,
"patience" I whisper at him. He groans gruffly at me but submits and stills. I let go of his hands to push his shirt off of his shoulders, he aids me in removing his arms and his shirt falls to the sheets.
My eyes greedily take in his bare chest, wandering across his shoulders and down to his treasure trail, the sight making my erection strain against my trousers. Caving into my desires, I crash my lips to his shoulders, hungrily kissing and nipping and working up to his neck and along his jaw. Desperate pants escape his mouth and I hum back at him, pleased to have given up on my slow teasing. He takes my face in his hand and our eyes lock before our lips do. His hooded eyes are lustful and I am momentarily mesmerized. His rough bite on my lips, followed by a soothing lick awakens me from my trance and I eagerly return his kisses, letting him take the dominant role, enjoying his sweet taste.
His hands scramble as he hurriedly removes my shirt, leaving us both shirtless but still over-dressed. I clumsily unfold my legs from beneath me and instead wrap them around Tyler's waist. He swiftly stands up, and carries me over to the desk before gently putting me down and beginning work on unbuttoning my trousers. As his hands brush against my painfully hard length in his bid to rid me of my remaining clothing, I claw at his back, moaning quietly and planting kisses into his shoulders. Soon I wriggle my ankles and my trousers fall to the floor. I shuffle forward into Tyler and down from the desk, hoping to free him but instead I find myself freeze as he slips his hands under the waist line of my boxers. I am throbbing desperately and feel myself twitch under the thin layer of cotton as his fingers start to stroke me. I mentally remind myself how to breathe but I cannot supress the hearty moans that come with each breath. Our lips find each other again and with each passionate kiss, I remember how to move my limbs again, desperately fiddling with my lover's belt buckle. Soon enough, he is freed of his trousers and his arousal is evident. With his hands still stroking me in my underwear, I strip him of his and firmly wrap my long fingers around the base of his shaft. Another moan escapes Tyler's lips between our kisses and I push him back to the bed, still carefully working my hand along his erection.
Once I have him lying flat on the sheets, I retreat my body from over him and sink to the floor. I grab his hips and yank him towards me, his short legs hanging over the bed. I glance up at him and take in the sight of his naked body, again I feel my own arousal twitch as blood pulsates through me. I fervently start kissing along his thighs and across his hips, my hands reaching out and across his chest, tweaking at his nipples.
"Troye..." he manages to muster between heavy breaths, further turning me on, encouraging me to turn my attention to his hard length. I begin to pepper him with kisses, smiling as he, like me throbs and twitches. I use one hand to hold his hip down and the other to still his length as I slowly trail my tongue along him, flicking it gently as I reach his slit. His hips buck forward instinctively and I now have to use both hands to keep him pinned down. I engulf him slowly, sucking gently. As my head moves up and down, hallowed cheeks and a swirling tongue, I enjoy his moans immensely, each one making my heart beat faster.
His fingers knot into my hair and as his tugs become more aggressive, I know that it is time to release him from my mouth. Instead I lift his legs and push on his knees, the bend in them now lifting his opening up from the mattress slightly. I quickly start to suck at his balls and lick down across his soft skin to his hole, my hand reaching down to stroke my own still clothed, painfully hard length. I pause and return to his face briefly, he immediately pulls our faces together, muttering unintelligible words in between kisses. I slip my fingers between our lips and he slowly wraps his swollen lips around them, sucking gently before I remove them again and return to my position at the end of the bed. I hover my slick index finger over his opening, allowing my tongue to prepare it before I slip my finger inside. I hear a delicious whimper as my finger and tongue collide with his hole. Using my finger I gently push in, allowing him to adjust before I add a second. Tyler begins to rotate his hips as I scissor inside of him, aiding me in stretching him out. As his moans become deeper and his bucking faster, I slide my fingers out of him and strip myself of my underwear. I clamber onto the bed next to my irresistible boyfriend and pull him up alongside me, spreading his legs just enough for me to slide in between.
"Troye, I need you, I need you now..." he groans as our eyes lock. I don't need asking twice, I line myself up with him and use my other hand to clasp onto his muscular arm. As I push into him, I feel his short nails drag down my shoulder blades, likely leaving a pink trail behind them. I gasp and bite down roughly onto my lip as we merge into one.