“Sorry,” he said, when I caught his wrist.
He didn’tlooksorry. He looked black-eyed with lust, his pupils edging out the hazel irises. “Move over,” was all I said, and he shuffled across the bed to the wall.
We both lay on our backs in the dark, breathing into the warm night air. “I was promised cuddling,” he said at last, and I gave a soft laugh.
“Yeah. Turn over.”
He turned to face the wall and I spread my body against his. I hooked a leg over his and pulled him tight against my chest, my arm around him and my hand close enough to his face that he could lay his cheek on it to sleep…if he wanted to sleep.
It should have been soothing and sweet to have such a perfect cuddle partner. All it did was make me want him more than ever, my lust overtaking my exhaustion. I gritted my teeth, but my cock had its own agenda, growing thick against his ass where he nestled into me.
“JJ,” he whispered.
“Mm?”
“Could I at least suck you?”
“It’s not a good idea to get involved.”
“Cocksucking is notinvolvement. It’s…” He cast around for the word. “It’srecreational.” He reached down to run his hand up my thigh where it was draped over his own. I shifted in the bed instinctively, harder and fuller now, pressing unmistakably into the curve of his ass.
“Please?” he whispered.
Look, I’m not a saint.
I slid my hand up to his cheek, turning his face toward mine and grazing our lips together, teasing his mouth until he gave a plaintive moan. Smiling against his lips, I gave him a slow and thorough kissing, holding him down when he tried to speed up, ignoring his impatience.
“We’ve got time,” I murmured, breaking the kiss for a moment. “All the time in the world, Trouble. Let’s take our time.” If I was going to have this fascinating creature here in my bed, I was going to make a night of it. I wanted to remember this. I wantedhimto remember this.
Something inside me had begun to melt that first night we met. I wanted to honor that pace, as the ice that I’d gathered around my heart began to drip away. He matched my tempo, let his lips move with mine, invited my tongue into his mouth almost shyly, and when I finally touched him, let my hand travel his body in a long, gentle stroke, he arched up under my touch.
He was hard for me, but I wanted so much more than that. I wanted his whole body awake, excited, hungry. I wanted his heart and his soul to open up for me along with his flesh.
Just for tonight, I wantedallof him.
He helped me push down his underwear, although when he reached for mine, I redirected his hand gently, bringing his fingers up to my mouth and sucking on them one by one until he was panting.
I wanted an unhurried, erotic pace. Did he know I’d been watching for him for months, since the very first second I’d seen him at the Beartrap? Sincelongbefore he’d tried to buy me a drink? All of those little moments I’d managed to steal—the eye contact, the smirks, the appreciative stares—each tiny spark of desire he’d woken in me over those weeks was burning now, a galaxy inside me, bright as the desert night sky a long way outside Vegas where there’s nothing to see in the blackness except those freewheeling stars.
I lay there with my cock straining, my balls throbbing and tight, and hadn’t done much more than kiss him. I settled my lips on his once more and he whimpered, as though his mouth was directly connected to his junk.
Maybe it was. Maybe I’d kissed him so much and so long that his lips were as sensitive as his dick. But then I reached down into his underwear to give him a soft, loose stroke, and I found out just how sensitive his dick really was.
“Fuck.” It hissed out of him. A zing of electricity ran through me and I reached beneath to caress his nuts, soft and warm and smooth. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and felt him wriggling around as I withdrew my hand. He was lining our cocks up so he could hump against me, panting. His urgency was flattering, so unexpected that I managed to get my head together to observe him for a few moments, working and writhing against me.
“You like that,” I said at last.
“Yeah,” he gasped out.
“You’re really that desperate?” I asked, slipping my hand down again to cup him.
“YeahI am, come on—”
“A desperate little troublemaker, hm?” He moaned as I massaged my palm over his cock, a slow rub to help him find a rhythm rather than a peak. I moved against him slowly, the fire of my need dying down to a healthy crackle instead of a furnace.
I wanted tonight to last forever.
“Willyou let me suck you?” he asked breathlessly. “I’ve been dying to taste you again.”
