On the next oxygen break, I run my hands over his muscled belly. “Son of a bitch, don’t talk to me about sexy; that’s an eight-pack.”
He chuckles at my gaping mouth, and it causes his muscles to ripple under the gorgeous depths of his brown skin. I lean and capture his dark nipple between my lips, sucking the tight bud deep into my mouth, slowly increasing the pressure.
“Baby, if you’re gonna do that, I’m gonna take you to my bed. And I won’t let you out of it until I’ve had my way with you.”
“Promise?” I lean forward and suck his other nipple into my mouth, biting down ever so gently.
I feel like Cher inMoonstruckand whisper as I kiss up to his ear, “Take me to the bed.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Nick
Look, I’m under no illusion that I’m a good person right now. Because there is a beautiful man who wants to get naked with me and do dirty things. I keep trying to remind myself that he’s in a bad spot in his life, that this is the worst timing ever, but he keeps looking at me with those eyes of his, and it’s as if I’ve been entranced. He grabs my hand, leading me to my own bedroom like I don’t know the way.
God, this is such a bad idea.
We should be talking.
We should be working things out and setting better boundaries and probably defining the terms of our relationship.
And we will. But right now, words are insufficient to express how important he is to me.
He’s on his knees on my bed, waiting for me. There is something about the mixture of his beautiful body and those bold tattoos that is dirty as hell and strips every shred of reason from my brain.
Fuck, I’m going to take him apart piece by piece.
Growling, I throw the supplies on the bed and grab him, pulling to him to me. “If you don’t want this rough, tell me now.”
His breath catches, and he nods as his chest expands and contracts, almost violently.
“Sorry, baby, I’m going to need your words.”
“Toss in a little prep, but fuck me.Hard.If you hold back, I’ll know.”
I lean my knee on the bed and push him down on his back, so hard he bounces. He moans, and I know that I’m hitting the right note for him. I know that I’m taking care of him. I drop my own towel to the floor and crawl over him, rubbing my body up and down his with a rocking motion, catching that sweet dick of his with mine. We play like that for a moment, but I want more. I need so much more. I need to know that he is truly mine.
“Flip over onto your stomach.”
His shiver tells me he liked the command, and I note that for later.
“Come on, elbows and knees.”
He slows down like a cat, carefully arranging himself before going down to his forearms, arching his back up, slow and sensual, presenting himself to me.
I grab handfuls of his ass and spread his cheeks wide. His little hole is beautiful, pink, and about to be stretched by my thick cock. I lean in with a rough lick of his entire seam, going back over that little hole of his over and over again until I feel the muscle begin to release a bit against my tongue. I start to probe him with it, and the sounds coming from his mouth make my cock pulse.
“More, please,” he begs. “More—your fingers, your dick. Please, please give it to me.”
I ignore him and keep teasing him with my tongue, darting into him only occasionally, nearly driven crazy by the clean, musky scent of him. His moans become desperate, and I reward him by reaching through his legs and grabbing his hard cock, stroking it roughly once, twice, then stopping. His protest noises become louder, and he shifts back, trying to thrust against my tongue. I roll my tongue back into my mouth and close my lips, and he cries out again. “Please, please, Nick, please. Please fuck me. I need it. I need it so bad.”
I continue to ignore him, lapping away at his ass. I nudge his legs wider with my knee and go after his balls, sucking on them, ignoring his entrance, driving him a little bit insane. I grab his dick and pull it back, squeezing tight on the base of it as I suck his head.
“Please… yes. Please keep doing that. I just need a few more—”
I release his dick with a pop, and it swings back to the front, jutting up toward his belly. He slams his fist down on the bed. “No! Please! Please,” he begs me.
Fuck, he begs so prettily.
