Awkward, much?Brandon laughs in the back of my mind.
“Green, amber or red?” Lord Arden asks patiently.
“Sofucking green, my lord.”
He gives a soft chuckle, and removes his robe—I hear the quiet whisper of the fabric as it slides off his shoulders. I watch his silhouette lay it over the armchair to the side of the room, before he shuts the door so that the room descends into darkness again.
I can just barely make out his form as he walks toward the bed. He stops there by the side and says, “Out of the bed, please, Oliver.”
My eyes arejuuustadjusting to the darkness. I can’t see anything clearly but—yeah—
He’s naked.
I hurtle out of bed in response to his command. I kind of bang into him in my haste and apologize, but he steadies me, his hands firm on my arms.
“Turn around,” he murmurs.
With a shaky breath, I do as he says.
CHAPTER17
Elliot
It has been solongsince I’ve felt this desperate need that I hold myself back, try to make sure I don’t push too fast, too far. I slide a hand over Oliver’s back, caressing his musculature, learning it by touch in the darkness, and then my fingers move down further to the luscious swell of his ass.
“May I?” I whisper into the dark.
“Of course,” he breathes, but there’s noof courseabout it. I like to know that he wants every touch from me.
I want him tocraveevery touch from me. I want him to hunger for me as much as I do for him.
And so I take my time touching him as we stand there. I’ve already given him a wealth of aftercare post-punishment—creams and oils and a massage that left him quivering under my fingers.
What I want now seems much more intimate.
Since the first day I read his contracts and questionnaires, and saw that condoms, according to what he wrote, were optional, I have had an overwhelming urge to taste him. My mouth waters when I think about sucking him. My cock grows even harder when I think abouthimsuckingme.
But even more than that, I want…
“Oliver?”
“Yes, my lord?”
“I’d like to kiss you.”
He turns toward me at once, and I wish I could see him, see those lips I want to taste so badly—but the darkness provides opportunities of a different sort. “I want to kiss youproperly,” I tell him. My desire for him is clouding my judgment, I know, but what I wantshouldbe permissible. Would be, under any other circumstances outside this house.
And besides, we will remain in the dark.
“Properly?” he repeats.
“I want to take off your mask. I know I’m not supposed to ask—”
He answers so quickly that I can’t even finish my explanations. “Yes. Yes, my lord. You can take it off. Or I can take it off—”
“I’d like to do it,” I say, pressing down at his arm as he begins to raise it. “I’d like to do it myself, Oliver, if you don’t mind. If we’re going to break the rules, I feel duty-bound to take full responsibility.”
“I don’t mind at all.” He’s definitely breathless.
