I couldn’t help but laugh. “What teasing? I was spread out like an afternoon picnic, you’re the one who wanted foreplay.”
Sylas laughed with me, ghosting the tips of his fingers over the head of my cock and making me whine. “You’re right,” he agreed, taking another nip at my neck. “And I’m barely getting started.”
Chapter Ten
Sylas
Sitting in the hot bath with Paul between my legs, it was all too easy to forget the circumstances that put us there and instead focus on the silky feel of his skin under my fingers, the firm yet soft swell of his buttocks as they engulfed the steel of my erection. By the time the water began to cool, we were both desperately needy.
When Paul reached back to try and guide my cock into him, I caught his hand and growled against his neck. “What do you think you’re doing, naughty boy?”
I don’t know if it was my words or the timber of my voice that got to him, but Paul’s answering moan very nearly undid me. Reaching around him, I flipped the drain open.
“Whadaya say we take this to the bedroom?” I suggested with another nibble of his neck. I wasn’t sure why, but the man tasted like the sweetest nectar in early spring and I was quickly becoming addicted.
“Fuck, yes!” Paul agreed quickly, huffing when I pinched his butt cheek at the curse word. “Sorry, I meant God, yes,” he quickly amended.
“That’s better.” I rose and pulled Paul to his feet, helping him balance in the slippery tub as he stepped out onto the thick terry bath matt before I followed.
Grabbing a towel from the rack on the wall, Paul began to run it over my skin, drying me quickly before rubbing himself with it. Deeming us adequately dry, Paul tossed the towel to the floor and stepped up to my chest, pressing our bodies together as he drew in a deep breath of my scent.
“Jesus, you smell so good,” he muttered, licking the skin of my shoulder with the tip of his tongue.
Even though I knew that his attraction was nothing more than the physiology of our Alpha and Omega biology interacting, I felt myself swell up at the compliment. “Come on,” I said a little gruffly, grabbing his wrist and tugging him behind me to the bed in the adjoining room.
“Yes, sir,” Paul said with a playful grin.
Even though I knew he was teasing, the implied submission amped my response to him even higher. I had to clench my jaw to hold back a satisfied growl when Paul fell back onto the bed and spread his legs for me to settle between them.
“You’ll have to tell me what to do,” Paul mumbled.
Through the fog of lust that surrounded me, I heard his hesitation and forced myself to slow down. I even managed to check in with him one last time to be sure he hadn’t changed his mind. “We can stop. You don’t have to do this.”
Paul hissed and clamped his legs around my thighs, dragging me closer. “I want this, but I don’t want you to regret it. What do you want me to do?”
I blinked to clear my vision. “You’ve done this before?” It was a stupid question considering I knew he was pregnant but I had to ask it anyway.
“Once,” Paul mumbled, screwing his eyes closed as color flooded his cheeks. “It, ah, didn’t go great. Which probably explains why Hudson bailed on me.”
That simple statement answered so many questions, at the same time leaving me with the primal urge to tear the man who had hurt my Paul limb from limb.
“I really doubt that,” I said confidently, running my hand up Paul’s stomach to lightly pinch his nipple. He moaned despite having his bottom lip caught in his teeth. “Open your eyes for me, Tiger.” When they stayed tightly closed, I cheated by adding a touch of the infamous Alpha control to my voice and tried again. “Open them, please, Paul.”
When his lids finally rose, I caught his brilliant emerald gaze and held it, determined that he wouldn’t doubt my sincerity for a moment. “You’re incredibly responsive. If your previous experience wasn’t good, I suspect your partner is to blame.” I could see from the warring emotions in his eyes that Paul wanted to believe me, but there was too much insecurity from years of being told he wasn’t good enough. “Shall I show you?”
Paul’s breathing hitched and with our eyes still locked, he nodded. “Yes, please.”
“Thank you,” I leaned down and exhaled the words against the still-damp skin of his neck, letting my teeth scrape their way down to his shoulder where I bit lightly. I smiled when Paul gasped and shifted his hips beneath me, his flagging erection was promptly making its way to full staff again.
With long, slow strokes of my hands and kisses that alternated between gentle and aggressive, I stoked the fire inside Paul higher and higher, frotting against him as he whimpered and moaned. I waited until he was beyond comprehensive speech to finally ease my way inside his body. Slow, measured thrusts taking me deeper until finally his body was gripping my entire length, his inner walls throbbing in that delicious way that warned that this might be a short-lived encounter.
Beneath me, Paul moaned and writhed, grinding his hips up against me as he chased the pleasure of my hard cock pressing against his prostate.
“Sylas!” My name was nothing more than a broken sob as his lust-hazed eyes begged me to move.
I forced myself to hold back, enjoying the frantic edge to my pleasure until I was certain that he was walking a tightrope, becoming more desperate not to pitch off into the abyss with each passing second.
Then and only then did I begin to move.
