I added another finger, and he squeezed himself, stroking, twisting around the head. When he got close, I removed my fingers from his tight hole and knelt behind him. He looked over his shoulder as I spread his cheeks apart. In the same way I’d buried my face in his chest, I buried it in his ass.
He chuckled, and I pulled away. “What?”
“At least you’re consistent,” he said, giving himself another stroke.
“You’re making fun of how much I enjoy your body?”
“Never. I love that you enjoy my body. You can be a little reserved, so I never would’ve guessed you’d enjoy it as much as you do.”
“It’s always the quiet ones,” I quipped.
He started to laugh, then nearly choked as I went to work on him. I circled his tight entrance, testing it with the stiff point of my tongue.
“Never had that done before,” he gritted out, shifting, murmuring curses as I drove my tongue inside him. “Can you even breathe?”
I pulled back. “I can breathe just fine—here, widen your stance and bend…just like that. Perfect.” I paused to admire the way his heavy nuts swung between his thighs. Before diving back in, I grinned. “Don’t underestimate how willing I am to go without oxygen in pursuit of a good ass-eating.”
He hummed, then went silent as I returned to fucking him with my tongue. He stroked his shaft while I fondled his sac, pushing my tongue inside him as far as it could go, loving the sounds that spilled from his lips.
“Gonna come,” he warned, his voice rough as sandpaper.
I pulled away, enjoying his pained moan.
“Ren, please…”
I slid around in front of him, hungrily eyeing his hard, dripping shaft. He whimpered as I started nursing on his cock while I slipped my finger into his loosened hole. Pride filled my chest when his knees wobbled.
“Fuck, Ren?—”
He shot long and hard, barely able to hold himself up as the orgasm rolled through him. I swallowed his cum, reveling in his satisfaction. When he regained his balance, I eased myself off him, and he shuddered, wet skin shimmering like that of a god.
I rose to join him under the heavy shower spray, and he kissed me, licking into my mouth as he pulled me closer. He then trailed his lips to my temple and murmured, “I’ve never felt so desired and well fucked in my entire life.”
That ache in my chest flared up all over again, along with a small curl of fear that I pushed aside. We kissed until the water turned our fingers and toes pruney.
We continued making out as we dried ourselves, and then he tugged me to the bed to kiss some more. Finally, realizing that I was about to fall asleep, I dragged myself from his warmth.
“Stay,” he begged, wrapping his body around mine. “Get someone else to watch Ru.”
I squeezed his hand, knowing he wasn’t serious. “No, I can’t. Ru needs me.”
“Okay, fine,” he muttered through a good-natured smile. “Say hi to him for me.”
“Will do,” I responded as I searched for my clothes.
In truth, I was as reluctant to leave his embrace as he was to let me go, and that was as compelling a reason to leave as anything else. Staying would only confuse things between us.
CHAPTER 11
major
“You’ve got whipped cream on your mustache,” Sawyer said, pointing at my face.
We were at Jim’s, his favorite greasy spoon in San Antonio, which had the best hot chocolate in the world. The server had been kind enough to add extra whipped cream. To be honest, she may have been flirting with me, but my brain had stopped processing other people the second Ren and I began having sex.
“So,” he said, grinning as I thumbed my mustache clean, “a conversation seems overdue.”
I let out an aggrieved sigh and pushed the hot chocolate away. “Fine.”
