“Sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“We have to be quiet,” he said again. “Can you do that?”
“Maybe you could put your hand over my mouth if I get too loud,” I suggested.
Teo muttered a soft string of curse words and then chuckled. “Uh, yeah. Maybe I could do that.”
He pushed me over onto my stomach and made me hike one leg up. I buried my face in the pillows and let him do whatever he wanted with me. He took his time opening me up again, and I didn’t rush him, because it felt so good having his fingers play with me, teasing me. Finch had once told me I needed someone to introduce me to my own asshole, and I’d laughed it off, but I was beginning to understand what he meant.
By the time Teo decided I was ready, I was panting and desperate for him. He pulled me up to my hands and knees almost roughly, but then smoothed a gentle hand down my back, leaned over me and kissed the nape of my neck. “Remember, baby.Shhh.”
I felt pressure on my hole, and I couldn’t help moaning when he breached me, pushing into me more insistently than he’d done last night. It still didn’t hurt; if anything, I wished he’d be harder on me, take his pleasure as he wanted it.
“Come on,” I muttered over my shoulder. “I can take it, come on.”
I heard him give a low chuckle, and he grabbed the back of my neck, pushing my chest and face down into the bed, hiking my hips up higher with his other hand. “Then take it,” he whispered, and drove home into me. It was a good thing my face was mashed into the pillows, muffling the noise I made. Teo leaned over me, kissing across the back of my shoulders. “There you go, baby, you’re taking me right up inside you. You like that?”
I groaned out a noise to signify Yes, and reached back with one hand to touch him, groping around until he hooked his fingers into mine and squeezed. I was grateful for it, that careful sign that he cared for me, that he wanted it to be good for me.
Itwasgood for me.
He began to move in me, my hand still in his, my face still in the pillows, until we found our rhythm together, and he pulled me back up to be on my hands and knees. I liked that, because it meant I had some control over the speed; I could make him go faster by pushing back hard at him, or slower when I leaned forward.
After a while, when he had me whimpering and shivering beneath him, he slowed then stopped, breathing harsh and rapid, and he pulled out. I made a questioning noise, and he licked up the side of my neck. “Gotta hit pause. Don’t wanna shoot yet.”
He flopped down on the bed, rolling me onto my side so I was spooned up against him, and cuddled me, both his arms around me. His fingers twisted lightly at my nipples until I gasped, then explored how hard I was, rolling my shaft under his palm, his thumb slicking over the wet head, and all the time I could feel his own hot, stiff cock sandwiched between my butt cheeks, rubbing back and forth over my hole, a constant tease.
At last he fed his cock back into me. “Fuck,” he muttered, once he started moving again. “You’re so tight like this, baby. You better come soon; I won’t last too much longer.”
I reached down obediently, but he brushed my hand away, took my dick in his hand, and started to tug me with the exact pressure and tempo I’d used in the shower at the motel. He’d been paying close attention. It was that knowledge that pushed me over the edge, rushed me right up to the point of orgasm, pulled noises out of me that sounded even louder in the still night.
He swore, his other hand coming up to cover my mouth, but I opened up and let his fingers into me, sucking on them as he worked me to orgasm. I heard his soft groan a minute later, felt a hot splash in my gut as he came inside me.
We splayed out on the bed, his cock still inside me as it softened, and it only slipped out fully when Teo started to laugh. “That wasnotquiet,” he said, and it made me start laughing, too.
I would miss this. I would missTeo, and not just the sex, but the intimacy and the connection and the shared moments we’d been building up together. Not even just this week in Boston—I had been acutely aware of him formonths, a simmering temptation that had now come to the boil.
How could I possibly let him go?
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Teo
Aidan was gone again when I woke the next morning, but at least now I knew where to find him. I pulled on a robe and climbed the two flights of stairs up to the attic, trying to be quiet. I expected Róisín to be there as well, but she was not.
Only Aidan, hair still damp from the shower, kneeling in prayer.
I stopped before I stepped on the creaky stair I knew was there, listening to his soft murmur of the rosary. The air in the attic was different than lower down in the house, more fuzzy somehow. The heat, rising to the top, I told myself.
Or maybe there were saints and angels here that I couldn’t see, watching over Aidan even more closely than me.
I backed away slowly, not wanting to disturb him. After a quick shower he still wasn’t back, so I went down to the kitchen on the third floor, where I planned to make toast, maybe put a plate together for Aidan. Maybe we could even have breakfast in bed. It would be one of the last chances he’d have to do something like that, and me, too—once he was ordained and we were back in New York, I’d be returning to the couch in the living room, a crowded house.
I smiled to myself, thinking about serving Aidan toast and eggs and coffee in bed. I wasn’t much of a cook, but I could manage that much. Guy deserved some pampering. I looked into the fridge, wondering if I’d have to trek all the way downstairs for supplies, but as I was wondering if I needed a couple more eggs, I heard someone clearing their throat behind me.
“Good morning, Teo.”
