I cut off his words before he could goad me further. He was already too tempting for the state he was in, and my need to be close to him was only tempered by the fact that parts of him were turning a horrible shade of purple.
But if this was going to help relax him, help ease the torment he’d gone through out there at the hands of that motherfucker, then I would give it to him.
I wrapped my hand around his thick, veiny shaft and gave a slow, rough pull that had a groan rumbling out of Theo’s chest. His eyes slid shut, and I couldn’t resist another taste.
I gently brushed my lips over his swollen one. When his breath caught, I wasn’t sure if it was from pain or pleasure. I went to raise my head to check he was okay, but then one of his hands came around the back of my neck to hold me in place.
Pleasure, that was what he was feeling, and I was determined to give him as much of it as he could take before he drifted off into a deep, restful sleep.
I stroked my fist down his erection, his pre-cum making a warm, sticky path along his length as I kissed my way to the corner of his mouth that wasn’t cut or bruised. Theo’s eyes slid shut as I began to kiss and nip my way along his jawline, working him with slow rhythmic pulls that had him moaning.
“God, Theo,” I whispered by his ear, marveling over the brave, resilient man beside me. Then I heard myself confessing, “I can’t ever lose you. You hear me?”
He turned his head on the pillow, and when his eyes opened, I felt the connection bone deep.
“You won’t,” he assured me, then pressed his lips to mine. “I’m right here. You found me. Saved me.”
My heart squeezed at the memory of how close I’d come to losing him. If I hadn’t heard the first gunshot and sprinted off in that direction, if I’d arrived even thirty seconds later…
“Stop,” Theo whispered against my mouth. “Stop thinking. Just be here with me.”
I took in a deep breath and focused back on the man lying beneath me, a bit battered, but alive.
He was right. I couldn’t control what happened, but the most important thing was he was here now—we both were.
I dove back between Theo’s lips, stroking my tongue alongside his and letting go of all the fear and anger that had been driving me since he’d been taken. I wanted to memorize every bit of him, every little sound he made, the way he tasted, the way he kissed and touched me. I’d taken it all for granted, not realizing how deep I’d been falling for him, so if there was one thing I’d realized in the last twenty-four hours, it was that I was crazy about Theo Rinaldi. And I wouldn’t let him go, even over my dead body.
“Don’t let this go to your head, but you have the sexiest fucking mouth.” Theo nibbled on my lower lip. “Maybe the best kisser I’ve ever had.”
“Maybe?” I growled and pulled my hand away from his cock, and he immediately reached down between us to put it back.
“I meantdefinitely. By far the best kisser.Et tu suces ma queue comme un dieu.”
That was it—I was taking French classes as soon as we were back in New York. Anything that came out of Theo’s mouth was something I wanted to hear, and I had a feeling he’d just said something about his dick. Or mine. Maybe both.
Smirking, I reached for the lube in the bedside drawer and then moved down his body, knowing exactly how I wanted to take care of my man tonight. Fucking was out of the question, because no matter how much he wanted it, his body wouldn’t be able to take it.
But a hot cock rub that would give him the release he needed? Abso-fucking-lutely.
I straddled him beneath his hips so I could line my throbbing erection up against his and then poured a healthy amount of lube into my hand. The second I began to stroke both of us together, a long moan of pleasure escaped him.
“Oh, mon Dieu,” Theo said, sucking in a breath as he watched. He clearly hadn’t been expecting me to get us both off at the same time, but we’d earned it, and this was exactly what we needed to rid ourselves of the bad memories that lingered. They had no place here, not in this bed, and not between us.
Theo arched his hips up, chasing the slippery slide of my fist up and down our joined erections. God he felt so fucking good, and I relished the feel of every veiny, thick inch of him rubbing up against mine. One of us a little longer, one of us slightly thicker, but fitting together so perfectly I couldn’t take my eyes away.
Every sound Theo made only spurred me on, wanting to make this a moment he’d remember. I alternated hands with every tug, starting from the base and working my fist up. It was instinctive to be more careful than I ever was with Theo, wanting to make him feel good without doing anything that could cause him pain.
I thought I was doing a pretty damn good job of it too, judging by how rock hard we both were, but then Theo growled and said, “I know what you’re doing. Stop taking it easy on me. I’m not?—”
Before he could utter the rest of that sentence, I tightened my grip of our cocks, putting them in a chokehold.
A hiss came through his gritted teeth, and my eyes shot up, making sure he was still with me. That he was still feeling nothing but pure pleasure. But all I saw was the arousal swirling in his eyes.
“Don’t stop,” he panted, licking those full, sexy lips.
I had no plan to. Not until he’d gone limp from pleasure after I’d wrenched every ounce of cum from his body.
Keeping us firm in my grip, I jerked us off as my balls pulled up tight. He was just so goddamn beautiful. Clenching the sheets as he lay there spread out on the bed, his strong, muscular body that had survived a battle on display… All I could think wasmine. This unbelievable man wasmine.
