Kissing the side of his head, I let my other hand wander over the small swell of his hip and down lower toward his balls. They were high and tight, still churning from his orgasm, and I cradled them gently in my palm.
“Submit,” I told him again, unhooking my ankles from his calves. Jay’s legs fell more open, and he tightened his fingers against the back of my neck. He—unintentionally—tickled my hairline and I grunted, hips lifting off the floor and pressing my erection into the round globes of his ass.
A pained sound tumbled out of his mouth, and I didn’t need to see Jay’s face to know he was crying again. Maybe he’d never really stopped, but he’d also never stopped me, so I did not relent. I stroked Jay through another shuddering orgasm, and my own cock grew impossibly hard at the way he forced himselfto stay spread for me while he came. His fingers had loosened their hold on each other, and instead his nails dug into my skin for purchase.
The third orgasm was more difficult to come by, Jay’s body fighting him as hard as the clock fought me. Every stroke caused a violent reaction, but there was no way I was going to let him go without leaving it all on the table.
“Up,” I said, reaching behind me and covering his hands with my own. Leveraging us both up onto our knees, I squeezed his hands far harder than I squeezed his cock. The change in position had been a guess that paid off. Almost as soon as Jay’s knees hit the carpet, he came for a third—and final—time. Barely anything leaked out of his cock, but his face was soaked with tears and spit, his muscles trembling like I’d pulled him out of a freezing river.
“Oh, God.” He cried, body bucking away from mine, but I held him steady until his breathing returned to almost normal and his teeth stopped chattering. Once he was only barely hyperventilating, I eased us back down onto the ground and let him rest against my bed.
Jay’s entire body prickled with gooseflesh and sweat, his chest a dark and rich shade of red, nearly as dark as his overworked cock. He dropped his head back against the mattress, eyes closed, and chest still heaving.
Our time had long ago run out, but I had no intention of sending him home yet.
Not that raw.
Not that exposed.
CHAPTER 7
LINCOLN
Naked and boneless would have been an understatement. Every nerve in my skin was over-sensitive, my bones…gelatin. The only reason my body remained upright was the steadiness of Ethan’s body behind mine. Even when he reached down between us and stroked himself off, coming against the small of my back with almost no commotion.
After he spent, he eased me down onto my side. The bed was so close but also terribly far away, and I had no qualms with the floor. I could curl in on myself just as easily there as I could a bed. Getting up from the floor and leaving would be much easier than getting up from the bed, so the placement felt a lot like courtesy.
Ethan sat down beside me on the floor, gently stroking his fingers across my bare skin, down the length of my back until he reached my ass before tracing his way back up into my hairline. I shivered, squeezing my eyes closed before rolling onto my stomach.
Before rolling away fromhim.
“How much time do I have left?” I murmured, scrubbing a hand down my face and forcing my eyes open. Ethan had apaneled ceiling, and not the paneled ceiling I grew up with. The fancy kind made out of beveled wood and intricate angle cuts.
“Don’t worry,” he answered. “Do you want a shower before you go?”
“That feels a little too…” I trailed off and frowned, rolling onto all fours, ready to push to my feet so I could find my clothes.
“I can’t let you leave like this,” he said, reaching out and grabbing my wrist. His hands were so warm, so steady. “So you can either lie here on the floor longer, or you can take a shower.”
Whatever had just happened between us might have been a paid encounter, but he was following the rules of the game, and I appreciated that. I’d have to dig out some more cash to tip him or something. Were you supposed to tip escorts? I wasn’t familiar with the protocol.
“If I get in the shower, I’ll cry again,” I admitted.
There was no harm in being honest, considering my eyes were probably swollen shut from the crying I’d already done, and there was no way in hell I was ever going to see this man again.
“There’s no harm in it,” he said, which only made me want to cry before I even got into the bathroom. “Do you want to talk about anything that just happened?”
“I don’t think I can afford the therapy add-on.”
Ethan chuckled and smiled, a dimple appearing in his right cheek. “Consider it a freebie then.”
He stood first and held out his hand to me, which I took. Ethan helped me to my feet, and I was pleased to find standing wasn’t as insurmountable as I’d feared. My knees were definitely worse for wear, the pile of the carpet worn deep into my skin on account of the kneeling.
Fuck.
I’d gotten onto my knees for another man. I’d submitted to another man.
And I’d done it seriously, not in the teasing back and forth kind of way the first Ethan had played at it.
