"And I think we should talk about expectations." Tom coughed, glanced out his window, shot a cautious glance in my direction. "I know you said things are up in the air for you but they're bound to come down at some point, right? I'm just saying, I'm not laboring under any pretense of us starting a long-term relationship but I do expect you to call me tomorrow."
"Won't it be rather odd for me to call you when we're sharing a bed or are you referring to a role-play situation? I'm down either way but since we're discussing the logistics, we should logistic the fuck out of this, don't you think?"
"You want me to spend the night? I didn't bring an overnight bag."
An impatient rattle sounded in my throat as I dropped my head against the window. "I don't give a fuck about overnight bags and neither should you because I want you to jog your hot ass up the stairs, get rid of your clothes, and decide where you want to choke on my dick. Okay? That's what I want."
"And what will you be doing during this fairy-tale sequence of events?"
I lifted the paper bag. "I will be enjoying these tacos."
"That's not even close to how it's going to happen," he argued, his index finger raised like he was about to recite the pillars of a strategic plan to me. "Last week should've served as an indication I'm not going to kneel at your feet."
"Naked," I added. Keeping a straight face was becoming increasingly difficult. "Kneel at my feetnaked."
"Not going to happen."
I nodded toward the garage. "Then why don't you tell me how you'd like this to go."
Again with the index finger, Tom said, "We'll go upstairs. You'll be allowed to admire my ass because after all the squat challenges I've completed, I've earned that admiration. We eat and watch something that doesn't need to be followed closely and then you'll spend some time on your knees. After that, well, I don't know. I'll have to decide whether you look better bent over the sofa or the bed, and go from there. Eventually, we're going to watch that documentary."
"I'd admire your ass without the squats," I said. "I'd call you tomorrow too. And even with my life up in the air, I intend to treat you like I'm lucky to have your company and attention. I'm not about to abuse that, okay?"
He dropped his hand to his leg, slowly drumming his fingers there as he gazed blankly at the garage. "Okay."
"And, listen, for what it's worth, I look great everywhere," I said. "Bend me over a sofa, a bed, a stack of milk crates, the dugout at Fenway, anywhere you can think of. There's nothing either of us can do about it. I was born this way and I have to tell you, it's a curse as much as it is a blessing. But you"—I traced the line of his jaw, up his temple, over the arm of those trendy glasses, into his midnight-dark hair—"you would look so much better. You, with that flawless golden skin and those long, long,long,lean muscles. You, with that granite-carved belly and those dimples at the base of your spine like the start of a treasure trail. You, with that beautifully filthy mouth and the mind to match. It's you, Tom, with all your order and precision and clearly defined expectations, as if you'll be able to control this, control us. I think you know you won't be able to but that's not stopping you from giving it hell. That's why you didn't turn up all week. You were trying to find some control." I leaned in, dragging my knuckles from the knot of his tie to the buckle of his belt. "Don't bother with that, baby."
I felt his sharp intake of breath and the following gulp. Then, "Okay, let's go upstairs now."
* * *
We bolted upthe stairs but it was too far, too long, and I stopped every few seconds to drag Tom into my arms, grind up against him while I squeezed his ass.
We slammed into each other on the landing, kissing, biting, touching everything we could find.
We fought to get each other's coat off, fought to get closer.
We tumbled into the apartment, kicked the door shut behind us, sagged against the first solid surface we could find.
We toed shoes off while shuffling across the living room.
We ripped clothes from each other, caring nothing for seams, buttons, zippers. No two people had ever enjoyed being naked as much as we did in this moment.
We wrestled our way into the darkened bedroom but stopped a few steps from the bed, our chests heaving as hot, urgent breath rushed out of us.
"I want the lights on," I said, my lips on his neck. "I want to see you."
Tom rolled his body against mine, sending his cock sliding over mine in the most glorious agony I'd ever experienced. "Then turn the lights on."
"I'm fucking starving for you," I said as I stepped back to hit the light switch. "Prepare yourself."
He reached out, threading his fingers through the patch of hair on my chest andfucking pulledwhile his shaft tangled with mine again. "I'm not the one in need of preparation."
I backed him onto the bed and chased him up to the bank of pillows before layering myself over him. He wasted not a single second in rocking his hips up, moving our shafts together while he trailed a hand down my back and between my cheeks. For my part, I matched his thrusts and hooked my arm under his knee and opened him wide for me, wide enough to lick every inch of him as soon as I found the strength to back away from this heaven.
Tom slipped two fingers inside me as the thick head of his crown stubbed over mine and I babbled a string of obscenities into his chest while I gnashed my teeth against his nipple. I wasn't positive but I might've called him a cock-sucking ass genie which didn't make a ton of sense as there'd been no cock sucking as of yet but I was mostly embarrassed about the ass genie bit. That wasn't my best work.
"Are you close?" he ground out between thrusts. "Can you come like this?"
