I curled my fingers around his cock, working my way down until I found his balls. I held his sac in my hand, gentle at first, but then I gave him a rough squeeze, tugging away from his body.
“Does this feel like fun?” I asked.
Hendrix grunted, back bowing as his erection pulsed against my wrist. I caught his mouth with mine. Giving him a fierce kiss and spearing my tongue into his mouth the way I did when I ate his ass. He whimpered against me, balls still tight against my hand and his lips helpless against mine. I kissed him until I was sureIwas also ready to come, and then I tore away from him, sucking in a breath that almost had me doubling over for how dizzy it made me.
“You all right there, buddy?” I teased, trying to catch my breath, my balance, to stop myself from falling any more in love than I already had with the stubborn and beautiful man in front of me.
At the nickname, his nostrils flared, mischief sparkling in the dark pools of his eyes.
“Yeah,” he rasped, adjusting himself one more time, straightening his tie to make sure I knew he meant business. “Yes to that, yes to all of it. But if you call me buddy one more time, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll cry.”
The sound that left my mouth was half laugh, half desperate, and unidentifiable sex noise. It was shameful and embarrassing all at once. I righted myself and gave him the broadest smile I could manage because I wanted to make sure he understood the intent behind my words.
“Duly noted,buddy.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
Hendrix
The pileof clothes on the floor of Miles’s bedroom looked like Mt. Everest, and I scratched the crook of my arm while I surveyed the mess I’d made of his otherwise well-maintained home.
“You look like you’re anywhere but here.”
Miles’s voice behind me startled me, and I spun around like I’d been caught somewhere I wasn’t meant to be. He stood under the door frame, a fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist and knotted far too low beneath his navel to be considered decent. Water dripped from his hair, over his face, and down his throat, his chest, sliding further down into the grooves of his muscles before disappearing out of sight.
“I’m very much here,” I promised, turning back toward the laundry pile. “Very much aware of the mess me being here is making.”
“They’re clothes.” From behind me, Miles flung the white towel onto the mess, and I glanced over my shoulder to give him a onceover.
“Don’t get any ideas.” He finger-wagged me, sidestepping around me—and the laundry—to get to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of tight, black, boxer briefs that didn’t leave much to the imagination. The soft cotton hugged every curve of his body, delicious ass included.
It didn’t help that I’d spent the whole week thinking about when he’d let me fuck him. Usually, I was more than happy to let him take the lead in the bedroom, beyond just giving orders and commands. I enjoyed bottoming for Miles, and that would never change. But I also very much enjoyed the sensation of sinking my cock into his tight hole and coming inside of him.
Even if he dictated that most of the time too.
“What now?” he asked, snapping the waistband and turning toward me, one eyebrow arched in question. He looked amused, like he knew exactly where my train of thought had wandered, and I supposed the thickening erection between my legs didn’t do much to hide my interest.
“Nothing. Just thinking about tonight.”
“Hmn?” He pulled a pair of black jeans out of the drawer and shook them out. “What about it?”
My brain was filled with more than just the desperate want to fuck Miles. My blood simmered, the worries about going to the club with him barely restraining themselves from taking over my thought process. It wasn’t that an outing to a play club would be anything new for me. Rome and I had gone more than once in the two years we were together. It was something about Miles.
The man affected me in ways I still wasn’t able to put words to. Everything with him felt ramped up, amplified. Rome hadn’t been interested in testing my limits. He’d never even gotten close to them. Miles, though... He was constantly right at the edges, pushing and teasing. Seeing how far he could go. Propelling me toward a stopping point that only turned into a runway. Every time I felt like it was too hard or too much, pleasure consumed me in ways that I’d never experienced before.
So, yeah.
I was nervous about taking that into a public place.
“Hendrix.” Miles stepped closer, holding my biceps and giving me a little shake to get me out of my head. I blinked quickly, focusing up at him. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I’m happy to just cook here or get takeout and take you to bed. It doesn’t make a difference to me.”
“I want to go,” I quickly assured him. “My brain is just all over the place.”
“Where’s it going?”
There wasn’t a simple way to consolidate it or explain, so I settled with telling him, “I just love you so much.”
His expression softened, cheeks turning the lightest shade of pink before he dipped his chin toward his chest in a rarely seen expression of shyness.
