I snickered and grabbed my dick. Looking the way he did, it wasn’t going to take long for me to finish. I settled next to him and entangled our limbs. Interest shone in his gaze as I stroked myself base to tip. I was rock hard, my balls tight and it wasn’t long before I exploded. I didn’t hold back, groaning at my release as he watched with interest.
He fell asleep against me quickly and I held him close, reveling in his presence. I’d had all kinds of sex in my life, but the simple mutual masturbation had feltintimate. He’d baredhimself to me when he must have been scared. I kissed his forehead and went to sleep next to him.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
JAKE
I was certain I was dreaming again. There was no way last night was real. Those kinds of things only happened to me in my dreams. Was I really in Gabriel’s arms right now, with his spicy scent in my nose and his naked body flush against mine?Please, don’t let me wake up.
I skimmed my thumb across his stomach, tracing the gentle peaks and valleys of his abs. They weren’t overly developed but it was clear he took care of himself. I moved to his side, faint stretch marks marring his skin. He was beautiful. He was so smooth and warm, and I moved to the treasure trail of dark hair under his belly button.
The scratchy, thin blanket rode low on his hips, revealing the short hairs of his crotch. Every part of him was fascinating. I wanted to reach under the blanket and see if he was sporting morning wood. Touching was a double-edged sword for me. I craved touching him more, but I wasn’t sure I deserved to. He turned his head toward me so he could kiss the top of my hair. Last night wasn’t a dream, was it?
We’d made out in the backseat of his Bond car, and he’d taken me to a cheap motel with a hard bed and weird smell. He’d kissed and touched every inch of my body until I couldn’t think. It was exactly the kind of raunchy behavior I’d been wanting to experience but had always been too afraid to attempt. But with him, I was comfortable in a way I’d never been with anyone else, despite us only seeing each other for a month. I nuzzled against his chest, feeling oddly–What was the word? Safe? Happy?Right.
“Good morning,” he murmured, his tone rough from sleep.
It was indeed a good morning. My mind was still hazy with thoughts of last night. I’d never had anyone make me feel the way he did–like an alive, sexual being. A man and not some scared little boy who could barely function.
He skimmed his fingertips along my bare shoulder, and I recalled those simple touches that had helped bring me to orgasm. It was a whisper of sensation, but it shot goosebumps across my body. Last night, as wonderful as it was, wasn’t enough. Ineededmore.
I listened to his gentle breathing as I tried to muster the courage to reach under the blanket and grab his cock. But whatever bravery I’d discovered last night was gone. I relished this moment, focusing on his warm body, smooth skin, and the smell of a virile man.
“I don’t want to get up,” he rasped. “I want to lay here with you all day, naked. That sounds like a good plan, doesn’t it?”
A smile pulled at my lips, and I nodded against him. “It does.”
“But they’re going to kick us out at eleven.” He shifted his weight onto his side so that he was facing me and rubbed his bleary eyes with his knuckles. He cocked a lazy smile. “Hello, handsome.”
He was such a charmer. “I don’t believe you. I’m hideous in the morning.”
“Impossible. It is morning, and you look gorgeous with bed head, skin all red from my kisses, and the afterglow of great sex.”
Heat rushed to my face. “Stop it. You like making me squirm.”
“I do.” He touched my chin and guided me into a chaste kiss. “It was great, right? Judging by the sounds you made, I’m assuming it was great.”
“You just want to hear me say it,” I said, slightly annoyed. He was bringing out a side of me I didn’t know I had.
“Guilty as charged.” That slanted smile stretched, and his warm palm slid down to my hip.
My voice cracked as I recalled him helping me discover my nipples. “Yeah. It was great. You are very talented.”
He rumbled in laughter. “I try my best. Think of last night as an amuse bouche. The main course is yet to come.”
“A what?”
“Amuse bouche? It’s French and means to amuse the mouth. Like an appetizer. I’m so taking you fine-dining one day. You’ll like it.” His hand wandered to my behind where he cupped my ass cheek. “Okay?”
I both loved and hated that he had to ask permission. I wanted him to explore me freely. I was also thankful he'd been careful with me. I sighed and snuggled closer to him, not wanting this to end. “Yes.”
He was quiet for a long moment, and I thought he’d fallen back asleep, until he asked, “Are you okay with everything we did last night?”
“Yes,” I breathed out, focusing on the weight of his palm cupping my ass. “But I hate that you have to ask. I’m sorry I’m so…fragile.”
“You’re not. And it’s fine. Soon, you’ll be begging me to fuck you.” He craned his head back so he could look at me, those beautiful hazel eyes shining with warmth. “You want me to, right? I mean, not everyone likes it, but…”
I bit back a shy smile. “Yes. I do.”
