Carefully, he untangled the belt from my wrists, letting it fall to the floor. The buckle clattered against the linoleum, loud as a thunderclap. I leaned against the counter, trying to catch my breath, coming to terms with the fact that Miles was my boyfriend, and I didn’t even know his last name.
CHAPTERTWELVE
Miles
Hendrix cleared his throat,eyes barely open, and face flushed.
“Was that good?”
I couldn’t stop myself from huffing out the beginnings of a laugh. Describing anything about what Hendrix did to me as simplygoodwas an absolute insult to the man and the hold he had over me.
“Why? Do you have a praise kink?” I asked, still trying to catch my breath.
“Probably, yes,” he answered softly.
“It was more than good.” I pushed the hair away from his face and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. “You’re…”
I trailed off, and Hendrix kissed me back.
“I’m your what?” he asked.
“My worst nightmare, I think.”
“That’s a new one.” Hendrix leaned against the counter, his entire face relaxed, which was in stark contrast to the raging erection he sported.
“I don’t know you well enough to want the things you make me want.”
“Tell me more.” He dropped his forehead against my shoulder, and without thought I brought my arms around him. My fingertips danced across his shoulder blades and down the knobs of his spine before settling against the swell where his ass curved away from his lower back.
“I was at a kink club tonight.”
“I figured.”
“Tons of hot guys there.” My hands skated lower, over the roundness of his ass cheeks toward the backs of his thighs. As far as I could reach without contorting my posture. “Most of them undoubtedly down to fuck.”
“You should have.”
“Should have?” I pulled back, eyebrows raised. Hendrix avoided my stare until I tipped his chin up and forced it.
“Could have,” he murmured.
“Because we weren’t exclusive.”
Hendrix shrugged.
“I told you this already, but I’ll say it again so maybe you hear me better. I didn’t want any of them. I barely gave them a first look, let alone a second.” I grabbed his face, fingers against one cheek and thumb pressing into the other, puckering his lips. He narrowed his eyes at me like he didn’t trust what I was saying. I grabbed his dick in my other hand, hoping to erase any of his lingering doubt. My hand curling around his thick cock startled him, eyes widening before settling back into that lust-washed expression he’d had when he had a tongue full of my cum. “You’re the only person I’ve thought about since we met. The only man I want to fuck. The only man whose cock I want to suck.”
Hendrix whimpered, hips pushing said cock into the tight tunnel of my fist.
“Everything we talked about tonight, I meant, and I think I might hate you for that because I’ve never wanted any of that before.” I released his face, trailing my fingers down his throat, admiring the way his muscles tensed and flexed when he swallowed. “Admittedly, I’m not sure what to do.”
“You seem to have a good gasp on it.” He sucked in a breath as I twisted my wrist on the upstroke.
“Do I?”
“I think you know you do,” he rasped. “I’m so close to coming, Miles.”
“Is…” I let the rest of the sentence trail off, not ready to ask the question. The week before Hendrix had told me not to use his name when speaking to him. The request had come from a place of frustration, I knew that now, but I wondered if it was because hearing his name made him feel the way I was presently feeling.
