“Let’s shower,” I said, making my way to get up. I was actually dizzy and I caught the smirk from him in the dark when I had to sit on the edge of the bed for a moment.
“Smug bastard,” I said, when he noticed.
Perrin laughed. “I have some right to be smug, I think,” he said, unapologetic.
“Definitely so,” I agreed.
We made our way to the shower,eachhelping the other under the hot spray. It wasn’t so much some kind of kinky washing of each other as it was looking at each other without barriers, passing the soap back and forth, and pressing our lips together.
Perrin quirked a smile, “You should ignore the fact I'm only partially hardright now,” he said. “I can’t believe after that orgasm I am capable of even that much, despite your hot ass,” he admitted.
I grinned like an idiot at his compliment, but I didn’t care. “So, I have some right to be smug too, then?”
“Yep,” he said.I crashed my lips against his, both of us tired and sloppy, but grinning.
“You got anything to get up early for tomorrow?” I asked, finally stepping out.
“Nah,” he said. “I got to go by the hospital for paperwork, but that’s it.”
“Great,” I answered, “stay, please. If you want.” I surprised myself by saying it, pulling him to me and kissing the hell out of him.Apparently,tonight was going to be a night of Jack taking what he wanted. I wasn’t going to argue. Well-fucked Jack was making some damn good decisions, so I let it roll.
While he used my toothbrush - more erotic that it should be - and toweled off, I pulled off the quilt and put it in the hamper. I pulled up the comforter from the bottomof the bed where it was folded at the foot, and pulled it up and over to cover us both. That was about all I could manage before falling in bed.
I slid into my side, under the crisp and cool sheets. And suddenly, my back was spooned into Perrin’s chest. He was larger than me by enough that he could curl around me. It felt amazing, especially when his armpulledmy back against his front so tight it left no space in between. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had stayed the night with me.
“God, you are so warm,” he said against my neck, “cuddly, even.” I laughed as he delivered the sweetest and lightest of kisses to my neck, causing me to preen underneath him. I found his fingers, andthreadedmine into them, pulling our hands to my chest.
As I slid off to oblivion, I thought how funny it was that I had never asked a guy to stay over before, outside of officially being in a relationship. Never someone that was . . . what – north of a hook-up and south of a boyfriend?
Well-fucked Jack was still making all those decisions, not me, I told myself. That guy should have been in charge all along, because I fell asleep with a smile on my face, and Perrin’s lips on my neck.
I sure didn’t expect to wake upwithPerrin’simpressive erection against my ass, but I did. He was still pressed against me hours after round one;the light was changing and I had slept more consecutive hours than I had in a year.I had done it in Perrin’s arms. He was still partially asleep, mumbling, ‘Jack’ low and quiet in my ear..
Hell yes, that was a way to wake up, and instantly I wanted to taste him.Somehow, I couldn’t let the morning dawn without knowing what he tasted like.
I turned to face him and he moved to his back, arms reaching for me to follow to his chest.
“Warm,” he mumbled, ghosting lips over my forehead.
I started at his chest, kisses down his torso that started eliciting sleepy sounds of encouragement, and then, when I got further down, moans. The long strip of blond that ran down from his navel was sexy as shit. He didn’t have much other body hair, which only pronounced that dirty blond strip. I nuzzled it before moving down to his thighs.
“Jack,” his voice came out, rough and unused, but with the slightest Texas twang still there and definitely more awake now.
I moved from his inner thigh, and licked his tight sack, drawing one side firmly in my mouth, then the other. His back arched off the bed, and his dick was hard and leaking when I went to run a strip up it with my tongue. He hissed in response.
Won’t come for a week my ass, I thought, remembering his words from the night before.
He lifted up to his elbows, curly blonde hair definitely showing he got fucked the night before, it was wild from falling asleep wet— deep brown eyes meeting mine as I held them while licking only the precomeoff his tip. His eyes blazed, his dick jumped against my tongue, and I held his eyes as I took all of him to the back of my throat on the first pass.
He was beautiful.
“Fuck, Jack,” he groaned, dropping back on the bed, his hands resting lightly on his thighs. I knew he was as spent as I was last night, so I knew I would have to work to draw pleasure out of him this morning. So I took three long sucks, then resumed kissing and licking anything that was adjacent, but not his dick.
When I was a kid, skiing competitively, I won because I could hold an edge on the mountain when everyone else’s muscles would give out. I couldn’t do that anymore, but I could edge the hell out of Perrin and enjoy it just as much.
His hands started rubbing against his thighs, suddenly he moved sideways,we were in position to suck each other off, and he firmly placed me on top.
I still teased. Taking his dick in, but only partly, or all the way but just for one stroke or to swallow around it. His body, more than his mouth, told me what he liked and how close to the edge I could take him.
