Unable to help myself, I press my lips to his nape, tasting his skin with a small lick. My right hand strokes his arm before tracking a path down over his hip and along his thigh.
Now I’ve done it. Any chance of more sleep is pure wishful thinking as my blood beings to thrum with desire for my sleeping lover.
I shouldn’t wake him. He was exhausted after the excitement of last night’s opening, and the work is far from over with the art show continuing for the remainder of the weekend. Thankfully, the gallery doesn’t open until ten, so we still have time before we have to get up.
The opening night ofThe Sealed Sectionwas a huge success by anyone’s standards. When I told Toni at the end of the evening how many prints he’d sold, he thought I was joking. By the time I convinced him the number was correct, he’d gone pale—paler than usual—and had to sit down. I’d wrapped him in my arms as I laughed, so proud of this beautiful, complicated man who’d been brave enough to show himself to the world.
I’ve been practising being brave as well. Fifth Circle’s popularity has grown faster than ever in the three months since Calum became our manager. We freaked a bit when he talked us into booking a concert at a venue much larger than any we’ve ever booked before. Even Johnny doubted we would sell enough tickets to fill the place. But fill it we did. It wasn’t a complete sell-out, but it was definitely worth our while. The thrill of playing that gig filled me up so hard I was sure I’d burst.
Johnny and I are also working on more new songs, with the aim of producing a full album. It’s exciting and scary and everything I’ve ever wanted. I’d forgotten what it feels like to be this supremely alive—not just on stage, but every day. I’m so grateful to Toni for reminding me it’s possible.
In the time we’ve been together, we’ve helped each other overcome all the fears holding us back. Now, we have the opportunity to live freely, openly, creatively—and we get to do it together.
I’m still learning all the facets of Toni’s personality, but he’s much more forthcoming with answers to my many questions these days. He no longer fobs them off with the same old scripted responses. I like being the first person to see beneath the many and varied masks he likes to wear. It makes me feel close to him. Like he belongs to me.
For the first time in my life, I feel possessive of my partner. After years spent focusing on denying myself the pleasure of being possessed, it never occurred to me I would enjoy having such a bond flow both ways. The desire is new, weirdly contradictory, and oddly balanced. I want him to have total command over me but at the same time, I want to keep him on a leash.
Toni groans softly in his sleep, pressing back against me. I lift up onto my elbow, so his profile is visible, while my other hand wraps around his morning wood and begins to stroke. He sucks in a deep breath, turning his face towards mine. I lick at his parted lips before kissing him softly.
His eyes drift open, he blinks, and then his face twists with displeasure. “No,” he groans, rolling away again. “It can’t be morning already. I’m not done sleeping.”
I can’t help but chuckle. He looks so soft and rumpled in his grumpiness. He’s also still moving, his dick slowly undulating within my grasp. Leaning down, I nuzzle the crook of his neck. “I can stop if you want.”
Moving his head back and forth on the pillow, he licks his lips. “Don’t stop,” he murmurs. “Feels good.”
I smile, biting on his shoulder as I rub my erection against him. It’s nice, sliding between his cheeks while I jerk him off, but my own arse is objecting. Clenching and releasing. Begging to be filled.
“Roll over,” I tell him as I reach into the bedside table for a bottle of lube. He does so, not even bothering to open his eyes, and makes no objections when I tug him closer, so his body is draped half on top of mine.
He shifts around, getting himself comfortable, his hard length trapped against my thigh. Then, he relaxes once more. “This is nice,” he murmurs. “I’m going back to sleep.”
“Okay.” There is no chance of that happening. Popping the cap on the lube, I squeeze some onto my fingers and then lower my hand, bending my right knee up before sinking two fingers deep inside my body. My mouth falls open as I try to strangle my moan.
Toni goes still, his breath catching. “Are you seriously prepping your hole right now?”
Smothering a laugh, I try to sound innocent. “There’s a chance you may enjoy making use of it later this morning.” He lifts his head, glaring at me through narrowed eyes. I blink at him. “You know how I like to be ready for you.”
With a long groan, Toni rolls off me and onto his back. “That’s it,” he moans, rubbing his hands over his face. “I’m up.”
Not feeling the least bit remorseful, I shift closer, crowding his side. “Is there anything I can do to help make this rude awakening more pleasant?”
His eyes are closed when he drops his hands away from his face, but one corner of his mouth quirks upwards. “You can keep those fingers nice and deep in that sweet arse of yours while you get your mouth down there and wet my cock.”
I gasp. Filthy-Toni has arrived. He’s one of my favourites. “Yes, sir.” There’s no keeping the grin off my face as I dive beneath the covers.
A couple of minutes of lip-smacking goodness is all he can handle before he pulls free of my mouth. “Ride me,” he orders.
Scrambling onto my knees, I straddle his lap and then impale myself on him with careless abandon. Twin moans rise to the ceiling as we both shudder in relief. Fuck, yes!
We don’t last long. Neither of us has the will or the energy to tease this morning. When I collapse beside him, a laugh rumbles deep inside my chest. “I feel better.”
Toni grins at me, dimples on full show. “In that case, I suppose it was worth waking up early.”
“I could make it up to you with breakfast,” I suggest, grabbing a cloth from the bedside table drawer to clean us up with. Breakfast is the least I can do after waking him from a well-deserved slumber because I was greedy for a good, deep dicking. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” he says with a nod. “Before we eat, though, I have something for you.”
He gets up, putting on a pair of sleep pants before going over to his dresser. If he’s planning to tie me up again, cooking breakfast will be decidedly more difficult. I cover my mouth to hide a smirk.
