He chuckled into my ear. “Kiss me, moron.”
Pushing him back against the door, I did what he asked. Lowering my mouth onto his willing one, I kept it soft, kissing him slowly. He was eager, opening up for me, inviting me in. Our tongues tangled together, and he made a needy noise in the back of his throat.
But I receded, gentling the kiss, slowing it down again. Whenever we had sex, I was always the desperate, greedy one. Tonight I wanted to give him something else. Something sweet. I let my hands wander his ass while we kissed. And pretty soon I had him growling into my mouth, his hips pressing into mine.
“Let’s have you in my bed,” I demanded.
“Now who’s bossy?” he panted. As he crossed the room, Rikker stripped off his jacket and his T-shirt.
I watched with greedy eyes. Every since I could remember wanting anyone, I’d wanted him. I never had a choice in the matter. There was never a moment when I said, “okay, I’ve decided to choose Rikker over the entire female population.” In fact, I’d wasted a whole lot of time trying not to want him. But the desire I carried for him came from someplace deep. When his hands moved down to unzip his fly, I watched the muscles flex in his back. And I wanted to run my fingers over everything I saw.
My desire for him was there whether I wanted it or not. And if I could figure out how to just own up to it, maybe I could get some peace.
Naked, Rikker climbed onto my bed. He propped his head on an arm and waited for me to follow.
So I shook off my reverie and began shedding clothes. The jacket fell by the door. The t-shirt was next. He watched me with the same hungry expression that I probably wore. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve it, either.
I dropped my jeans and boxers in one go. Rikker licked his lips, then. Andmandid that light me up. It was all I could do to keep calm. Instead of throwing myself at him, I slid onto the bed, gave his shoulder a nudge and pushed Rik onto his back. He reached up to put his arms around me, but I took his wrists in my hands and pinned them to the bed. “Just hold still,” I whispered.
His hips twitched beneath me. “If you insist.”
“I do.” Dropping my head into his neck, I kissed the path his evening whiskers had made. The scrape of his stubble against my lips was a turn-on. There was really no way I could ever go back to sleeping with women, and pretending to like it. I had a pang of remorse for the girls I’d talked into my bed these past few years. They didn’t know that they had bit parts in the melodrama of my sexual confusion.
But my desire for Rikker was as clear as the day was long. His hard body beneath my hips was everything I wanted. Following the dark outline of his happy trail down his chest, I released his wrists. Kissing lower, I paused to lay my face on his flat belly. I just paused there, nuzzling him. With one hand, I traced the skin from his rib cage down past his hipbone.Mine, I thought. It wasn’t often that I allowed myself to think possessive thoughts about him. I didn’t deserve to. Tonight, at least, I had him all to myself.
“Mmm,” he said, running a hand over my hair. A couple of inches from my face, his cock stood at attention. I stuck out my tongue, just grazing the tip of it, and his stomach tightened beneath me as I heard him sucking in air.
I inched closer, just teasing him with glancing kisses. Each touch bought me another gasp or twitch of anticipation.
After making him suffer for a minute or two, I picked my head up, opened my mouth and sucked him down.
“Oh baby, yes,” he panted. He tried to arch off the bed, but I wasn’t having it. Just for fun, I pinned his hips down and worked him at my own speed. And my speed was slow. I took long, loving strokes, swirling my tongue around the head of him. “Ahhhh,” he moaned, and it turned into a chuckle. He rose up on his elbows for a better view.
Holding his eyes, I sucked him down again. “You’re killing me, and you like it,” he complained.
“Mmmmm hmmmm,” I hummed around him.
“Arrrgh,” he panted, dropping his head backward.
Releasing him, I let up on his hips. “So give it to me,” I ordered.
He didn’t wait for another invitation. Rikker jacked his hips up off the bed, pumping into my mouth. Happier than I’d been in weeks, I made my boyfriend lose his mind.
Afterward, there was a lot more kissing, and a lot of holding each other. I was feeling pleased with myself, and Rikker was pretty pleased with me. So I asked him a question that had been on my mind many times before. “Rik?”
“Yeah?” he said, sucking on my ear lobe.
“Would you ever let me top you?”
“Sure,” he said, kissing my neck.
The quick answer surprised me. I rose up to look at him. “Really?”
His brown eyes were soft and lazy. “All you have to do is ask, G. There’s almost nothing I wouldn’t give you if you asked.”
All that generosity made me feel like a heel. “Don’t know why you should,” I muttered, dropping back onto the pillow we were sharing.
But now it was his turn to pull back and take a look at me. “You’ve got to stop with that,” he said, his voice low and serious.
