I Followed the Trade Show Supplier to His Hotel Room

The morning had started like any other. I had only been at the company for three weeks and I was still carrying that mix of excitement and nerves that comes with being newly hired, that feeling of not quite knowing where things were or who you were supposed to smile at. When they told me I had to meet the representative of an industrial HVAC systems supplier, it never crossed my mind that that meeting would change more than my day’s schedule.

Rodrigo arrived on time. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a calm that contrasted with the cold, technical tone of the presentation. I was trying to keep up with the catalog details, the power ranges, the delivery times, but every so often my eyes drifted to him without me meaning them to.

—So, Tomás —he said, tucking a few brochures into his briefcase—, if you want to see the rest of the catalog, today we’re at the convention center trade show. We’ve got a pretty complete booth.

—I was just thinking of stopping by after work —I replied, trying to sound casual.

—Perfect. If you come, I’ll show you a few things that didn’t make it into the presentation —he added, and there was something in his expression I couldn’t tell if it was strictly professional or something else.

***

That afternoon the trade show was a chaos of lights, noise, and people walking in every direction at once. I moved through the aisles, reading signs, dodging brochure carts, and before I reached the booth I saw him. Rodrigo had his back to me, talking to someone, but when he turned he recognized me right away.

—Tomás —he said with a smile that seemed to have been waiting for me—. I’m glad you came.

—I told you I’d stop by —I answered, feeling a strange warmth rise through my chest.

—Come on, let’s grab a drink. It’s been a long day.

He led me to a corner of the booth where they had drinks for visitors. We sat at a high table, one of those that keep you almost standing. The conversation started out technical, logical, expected, but little by little it changed temperature.

—So how’s the company treating you? —he asked, resting his elbows on the table, leaning just a little toward me.

—Good... I’m still learning how to find my footing —I admitted—. It’s weird being the new guy.

—You seem pretty confident anyway —he replied, looking at me with an attention that completely undid me.

—Oh, really? —I asked, trying to hold his gaze and failing a little.

—Yeah. You’ve got something... —he paused briefly, as if weighing each word before letting it go—. Something that catches people’s attention.

I felt the air grow thicker. The trade show kept humming around us, the murmur of hundreds of conversations, but the table felt like a little world apart, a pause where only the two of us fit.

We talked about life, about what we liked and didn’t like, about cities neither of us knew and wanted to know. Suddenly the conversation was intimate, easy, as if we had known each other far longer than those few hours.

When they announced over the loudspeakers that the trade show was closing, Rodrigo stood up slowly.

—Let’s go —he said, no more than that.

I didn’t ask where. There was no need. I followed him through the crowd that was already starting to thin out. We walked in silence, but it was a comfortable silence, charged with everything neither of us had said out loud.

Just around the corner, a discreet hotel rose between two office buildings. Rodrigo stopped at the entrance and looked at me.

—If you don’t want to, we each go our own way —he said, with a seriousness I hadn’t expected.

I took a deep breath. Everything I’d been feeling since morning, everything that had grown over the course of the afternoon, was there, clear and inevitable.

—I want to —I replied.

He nodded softly, as if he had been waiting for exactly that word. And we went in.

***

The elevator hadn’t even reached the floor yet when he already had me pressed against the mirror, his body crushing mine, his hot breath burning my neck. I felt all his strength at once, without transition, as if the calm from before had only been a lid that now flew off.

—The moment you walked into the meeting I knew what was going to happen —he murmured against my ear, biting my earlobe—. You’re leaving here walking differently.

I barely managed to say yes before his mouth covered mine. It was a rough kiss, his tongue forcing its way in and his teeth scraping my lip, and his hand went to my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. Not to scare me. Just enough for me to understand who was in charge.

The hotel room door flew open with a shove. He hauled me inside so hard I nearly stumbled, locked the door, and slammed me again, now against the wall of the room.

—Take off your clothes. All of them. I don’t want to see you dressed for one more second —he ordered, in a voice that left no room for argument.

While I wrestled with the buttons of my shirt, he yanked his off. He had a broad, defined chest, the hair still damp from the heat of the trade show. When he pulled down his pants, I lost my breath for a second: he was thick, hard, ready for a while now, and he grabbed himself with one hand, aiming at me like someone pointing a warning.

—Get down on your knees —he said, and it wasn’t a question.

I dropped to my knees on the rough carpet. I opened my mouth and he went in without warning, deep, holding my neck with both hands.

—Like that... slow, so you get used to it... —he panted, setting the pace himself, not letting me decide anything—. You like it, don’t you? Tell me.

—Mm... yes... —I managed to stammer between gags, saliva dripping down my chin to my chest.

He used my mouth for long minutes, thrusting in and out, measuring me, testing me. My eyes filled with tears and my nose started to run, but I didn’t pull away once; on the contrary, I wanted more, chased him when he drew back.

—Enough. Now I want something else —he said, pulling out abruptly, a strand of saliva hanging between my mouth and him.

***

He yanked me up by the arm and threw me face-down on the bed. I heard the sound of the lubricant bottle, felt his cold fingers pry me open, one first, then two, turning, pressing in.

—Easy... open your legs more —he ordered, his voice lower now—. Look at how you’re giving in on your own... you’re already asking for it.

—Yes... please... —I begged, pushing my hips back, looking for him.

He lined the head up against me and pressed. The burn was immediate, a line of fire that arched my whole body.

—It’s too much... —I gasped, gripping the sheets with both hands.

—It’s not too much. Breathe and loosen up —he growled, pushing with patience, gaining ground millimeter by millimeter—. That’s it... just like that.

He went all the way in with one last firm shove. He stayed still for a second, letting me feel every inch, and then he started moving. The impact of his body against mine filled the room, a wet, steady sound that kept rising in intensity.

—More —I asked, voice broken against the mattress—. Harder.

He hauled me up by the hair, using it like reins, bending my back backward.

—You’re going to remember this all week —he said, driving into me with a controlled fury that made me tremble.

The first spasm ran from my feet to the nape of my neck, a violent contraction that clenched around him. He hadn’t even touched me and the pleasure already hurt.

—There it is... I feel you —he panted, never slowing down—. Keep going like that.

***

He rolled me onto my back and bent my legs until my knees almost touched my shoulders. He wanted to look at me, that much was clear: his eyes were locked on mine as he pushed in again, slowly at first, then all the way.

—Look at me —he ordered, plunging deep—. Don’t close your eyes.

The mattress creaked with every movement. Sweat dripped in heavy drops onto my face, my chest. I dug my nails into his shoulders, leaving red marks he didn’t even register.

—Do you feel me all the way inside? —he asked through clenched teeth.

—Yes... all the way... —I moaned, unable to hold his gaze and holding it anyway, forced by his.

Then he sat me on top of him, my back to him, giving me the apparent control of the rhythm that he was really still dictating with his hands on my waist. I moved down and up, circling my hips, feeling him all the way inside, and a firm slap on my thigh made me clamp down even more.

—Just like that, don’t stop —he said against my back.

He lifted me without withdrawing, carried me until I was braced against the cold bathroom wall, my legs around his waist, the icy tiles against my back burning hot. The contrast in temperatures tore a long moan from me.

—Hold on tight —he roared.

The echo bounced off the small bathroom walls, returning the sound to me multiplied. I felt his breathing quicken, felt him losing the measured pace from before.

—Tell me you want me to finish inside —he demanded.

—I want... please... finish inside —I begged, without a shred of shame left.

He came with a deep growl, holding me against the wall, his fingers digging into my thighs. I felt the heat flood me and held it there, wrapped around him, while the two of us trembled.

***

But he didn’t stop. He lowered me carefully, laid me on my side on the bed, and settled behind me, entering me again, slow and deep this time, almost tender compared to everything before.

—I’m not done with you yet —he whispered, biting my neck slowly.

One of his hands went down to grip me and started moving me in time with his thrusts, slow, lingering on every pass. The change in rhythm, from violence to that deliberate calm, undid me in a different way.

—Now I want to see you finish —he said against the back of my neck—. Come on, let go.

He sped up his hand and his hips at the same time. The orgasm blew through me like something I’d been holding back all afternoon, since the high table at the booth, since the first stolen look in the meeting. I shook all over against him, and he held me without letting go, prolonging it to the limit of what I could bear.

We both collapsed exhausted onto the tangled sheets, the air thick, the room heavy with the smell of sweat and sex. It took me a long while to catch my breath. He slipped an arm over me without saying anything, as if the most natural thing in the world was to stay like that.

After several minutes, his voice still rough, he murmured:

—Tomorrow, after work, come to my place. I don’t want to wait for another trade show.

All I could do was smile, my whole body throbbing, exhausted and at the same time unable to think about anything else.

—Whenever you say, Rodrigo —I replied, already trembling with pure anticipation.