Chapter 18: The Hotel

Suite 1901 had an enormous bed and a basket of white roses on the table.

A card was tucked in the roses.

It said, Congratulations on your win. With best wishes, Office of the Chairman.

Su Yu read it, picked up the basket, and set it outside in the corridor.

"Delegated," he said, shutting the door. "Zero. I know."

Lu Chen was sitting on the edge of the bed with his jacket off and his glasses in his hand.

He was flushed to the collarbones.

Slick had already soaked through the back of his trousers, and the room smelled of honey.

"Su Yu," he said. "I can't"

"I know."

"I can't think. I can't keep the numbers. They keep falling out."

"Good," said Su Yu. "Don't keep them."

He knelt, took the glasses out of Lu Chen's fingers and put them on the nightstand.

He unbuttoned Lu Chen's shirt one button at a time.

He laid it open.

Lu Chen's chest was heaving.

"Lie back," Su Yu said. "I've got this."

"I want to"

"I know what you want. Let me do it."

Lu Chen lay back across the bed with his hands flung over his head.

Su Yu dragged his trousers and shorts down and off.

Lu Chen's cock sprang free, hard and leaking on his stomach.

He ran his tongue up the length of it, once, root to tip.

Lu Chen cried out and arched.

"One," said Su Yu.

"What"

"One point. That sound. That was a good one."

He took Lu Chen's cock into his mouth and sucked it slowly, with his tongue pressed against the vein.

Lu Chen's hips jerked and a hand came down to grip his hair.

"Two," Su Yu murmured, around him. "Three. You're doing so well."

"Su Yu, please"

"Four."

He slid his hands under Lu Chen's thighs and lifted them over his shoulders.