He let me move like that until I grew tired and my hips faltered, stilled, and then he rolled me back over gently as I gasped for air, my chest heaving. He licked up my temple, made a noise that suggested he thought I was delicious, and then smoothed his palm across my forehead to wipe away my sweat. “You taste so good to me, baby. I’d like to taste more of you, if you’ll let me.”
I turned my face to his, wondering but not daring to ask. I knew he wanted me to ask, to specify, but the words that came to mind seemed so crass. And the last thing I felt like there in his arms wascrass. “You mean…”
His hand slid down my body, making me arch almost involuntarily, until his fingers combed into the curls below my belly, his fingers fluttering against my firm length. “I’d like to kiss you all over. And here, most of all.” He palmed me, rolling my heavy shaft under his hand, and I let out a moan. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, please.”
Teo moved over me, touching, kissing, caressing, building up sensations in me like a tide coming into shore, higher and more insistent with each wave. He disappeared under the covers but I was hot and sticky, so I pushed them off, helped him kick them away. It made things both worse and better to watch his progress, the shifting shadow that moved over me in the darkness. His slick tongue skated across my hipbone, and I heard him stop to breathe me in when his nose hit the coarse coils of my hair, felt his stubbled jaw as he rubbed his face over me.
I took a deep, shuddery breath as he kissed the tip of my cock, wishing I could see him more clearly, watch his dark eyes as he kissed around the head, teasing my slit. I’d never been more aroused in my life, leaking sticky and steady onto the tip of his insistent tongue. When he took me into his mouth, closing his lips around me, and gave me the first soft suck, I threw my arms across my face, squeezing my eyes shut and trying not to come too soon.
“Wait, please—” I gasped, and Teo’s chuckle around my flesh in his mouth reverberated right through me and made me scrunch my toes tight. “Please.” He waited, the only movement his slow breathing, until I’d taken several deep breaths of my own. “Okay.”
He gave an answering rumble in his chest and began to suck me, holding me down by the hips when I thrust instinctively, so he could control the pace and flow. The pleasure washed over me and all I could focus on was his tongue flicking and tickling under my crown, new sensations shooting out from my gut and sparking their way through my nervous system right to the tips of my fingers, making my eyelids tremble behind my arms, forcing wordless noises from my mouth—
I couldn’t warn him because it came as a shock to me, too, when all those swells and surges he was creating in me peaked in a wave, a bubbling crescendo, then crashed, filling his mouth with my salt and froth. He kept his mouth on me, licking and lapping until I begged for relief, and as I starfished on the bed, limp and sated, he swam back up to my mouth and kissed me again while he worked himself. I could feel his arm shaking, and I threw my arm around his neck and pulled him even closer, wanting, hoping that he might feel the same bliss that was still coursing through me.
“You’re fucking delicious,” he hissed against my mouth, and then I felt hot, wet splashes drenching me, saturating my thighs, the smell of him, sharp and intense, filling my nose. “Oh, baby,” he mumbled, and he let out a sad chuckle. “You really are tasty.”
“You should have let me taste you,” I sighed, and he gave a spasm at my words, a groan, and one last warm splatter hit me.
“Next time,” he huffed out, rolling onto his back. “Next time, baby.”
My tummy flipped over inside me when I thought about the fact that he saw a next time. I wanted a next time. I wantedhim, Teo, and when he got out of the bed to clean up, I dragged a finger through where he’d spilled over me and brought it to my lips, ran it across my tongue.
A rumbling moan made me look over to the bathroom door. Teo stood there watching me, so I did it again while he looked on, tasting the cream he’d left on me. He smiled, shook his head like he couldn’t believe what he’d seen, and then disappeared into the bathroom. He came over with a damp, warm cloth to clean me down. Then he got back into the bed, pulled the covers back up over us, wrapped his arms around me, and settled to sleep with his nose at my neck, snuffling gently.
Next time.
We had only four more nights before my ordination: a spiritual expiration date before all our next times became memories.
Chapter Twenty-One
Aidan
The next morning I did not sneak out of the bed. I even slept in more than usual, although I did still wake earlier than Teo. I knew that soon I would have to rise for morning prayers, but I lay there on my side watching him sleep. When he shifted and a lock of his hair fell over his eyes, I brushed it back from his face, and then couldn’t resist combing my fingers through it.
I tried to be gentle, but his nose twitched, then his eyelids began to move, and then he smiled.
“You really like my hair, huh?”
I grinned stupidly, but at least his eyes were still closed, so he couldn’t see it. “I really do.”
Teo stretched with a great big groan, and I heard his back cracking and sympathized with the moan of relief he gave. “So I didn’t just dream last night?” he rasped.
He opened his eyes then, and I noted with interest that they seemed even deeper and darker in the mornings. Or maybe it was just the light in the room. But they were dark pools in which I could imagine drowning for days. “You didn’t dream it,” I confirmed softly. “Is that…okay?”
He pounced on me before I even knew what was happening, grabbing me into his arms and tugging me close. “More than okay. How ’bout you? You got any regrets this morning?”
“I’m still in the bed, aren’t I?” I said with a small smile. “But actually…no, I don’t.”
“What about those vows of yours?”
The truth was, I’d already broken them. When I’d been ordained as a deacon, I’d vowed to keep myself pure. Maybe I still was a virgin, technically, but there wasn’t anyone I couldaskabout the technicalities. Maybe Father Mike. But I would rather have died than ask him something like that.
“If I’m really going to dedicate myself to God for the rest of my life,” I said slowly, “I want to be one hundred percent sure that it’s the right thing. I want to make sure that’s what God wants from me.”
Teo rubbed his nose against the tip of mine, and the intimacy and care of the act sent a little thrill through me. “What about whatyouwant?” he asked.
