20
Liam
Unlike the rest of the week, we didn’t take turns in the shower. Even though it was a small space, neither of us seemed to mind.
“I can get your hair,” Ty offered as he collected some shampoo in the palm of his hand.
I glared at him. “Really? Dancing and now putting shampoo in my hair. I think I can take care of that myself.”
“Just let me fucking do it.”
His expression was full of mischief, but I’d have been lying if I said I didn’t want his hands on me again.
“Go ahead, then,” I challenged, and his lips shaped into the coyest of smiles, revealing that his initial suggestion had been anything but innocent.
He rubbed his hands together, slathering the shampoo into suds before moving closer, reaching up, and running his fingers through my hair. Feeling his smooth touch against my scalp was enough to get me going again—something he took note of as he glanced down and checked out my stiffening cock.
“Tempted to get back down on my knees and worship it all over again.”
“No one’s stopping you.”
“Considering all that edging, I think it’s only fair I should have my own opportunity now.”
I couldn’t stifle my laugh. “Did you like that?”
“Likedoesn’t quite cover how I felt.”
“Same here.”
I couldn’t deny that fucking around with Ty was one of the best experiences of my life, or that whatever attraction there was between us, it was unrivaled by any of those of my past. Something about touching his body, having his flesh against mine, made me feel possessed with hunger and totally empty all at once, a contradiction I reveled in as we’d reached the end together. Watching him surrender himself to me the way he had, handing over his trust and faith so I could satisfy him, gave me more exhilaration than I’d ever experienced before. But outside of the physical stimulation, there was more to us.
It was the only reason I’d allowed us to go there.
Because what we shared was beyond the sparks we could ignite by subtle touches or caresses. Because I cared about Ty in a way I believed no other man could. Most men were greedy and selfish. I knew how they took what they desired with little thought or care for their victims. However, selfish as my own desire for him was, I had the power and self-control to care for him, to offer him what he needed.
I could grant him the relief he craved, but I would care for him beyond that. I would protect him the way he needed to be protected. I would be as gentle or rough as he desired, putting him above all else.
As Ty continued massaging the shampoo into my hair, he studied my expression, his gaze settling on my lips. “Did I make that more tempting by making it off-limits?” I queried.
“Was that the point?”
“Not at all. It’s something I don’t care for usually because of… Well, as you can probably guess, back when I was running tricks, kissing wasn’t exactly fun with the guys that would come in. If anything can turn you off a man’s mouth, it’s a bunch of rancid-breathed johns who don’t know how to kiss. Don’t know or don’t care, but either way, just not my favorite thing, so something I’m fine with skipping.”
“Yeah, I get that,” Ty said, his gaze almost looking through me, as though he was trying to muse on what my experience was like.
Although, truthfully, that wasn’t the sole reason I was avoiding kissinghim.
“I’ve noticed you looking there a little more than I think you would have if I hadn’t said anything. That’s how we work as humans, isn’t it? We crave that which we can’t have.”
“So you’re not going to give me that? Like ever?”
The disappointment in his tone was palpable. It was as though I’d told him I was never going to let him have a drink of water. “Not tonight. And that’s about as far as I’m willing to think on that.”
“I don’t think you get to act like you have anything over on me, considering you spend a lot of time looking at my lips.”
I raised my hand to his face and pressed my thumb against his bottom lip. If ever there was a reason to want to kiss a man, it was those lips, but that only made me even more wary of falling prey to that desire.
“It’s not my fault you have such a beautiful mouth, Pretty Thing. And don’t worry, I don’t imagine that any of the experiences I had back in some whorehouse are going to taint what you have to offer me.”
