His question makes me relax, allowing the tension in my shoulders to release. Lo truly is the perfect man. Everything about him.
“Yes.”
“You can tell me to?—”
“I know,” I interrupt, craning my neck to look at him over my shoulder. “I know. I’ll stop you if I need to. You don’t have to keep checking in.”
He smiles, pressing an awkward angled kiss on my lips.
His weight comes down more fully. His hips press against my ass, sinking his cock between my ass cheeks. I shiver.
Lo’s legs are on either side of mine, mine tightly together beneath him. My ass cheeks are clenched, causing him to use force and pressure to keep his dick between them. The first pass through makes me shiver. The second, his cockhead snags slightly on my hole and I groan.
His mouth doesn’t stop moving over my skin. His hands come up, running along my arms until he can twist our fingers together. Then he’s fucking along my crack. The head of his dick gets caught against my hole often, and it sends shuddering desire through my body. The length of his dick against my sensitive hole is erotic.
My cock leaks. His mouth never stops moving over my skin. Everything about this feels deeper than anything that came before it. It’s intimate. Personal.
He turns me over before he comes, spilling his release on my cock and stomach. Then he rubs it into my skin like moisturizer. It should be disgusting, but I nearly come just from this gross ritual we’ve been engaging in since the first time he came on me.
As we lay together catching our breaths once he sucks me dry, I decide that it’s a really good thing that this is ending tomorrow. The longer I spend with Laurent Duval, the more certain I am I’d fall for him if this carried on.
Neither of us can afford for that to happen.
CHAPTER 18
LO
I’mexhausted but I really don’t care. We were up all night. All. Night. I’m not even sorry. There are no regrets in that decision. We dozed for maybe an hour this morning, far too drained from constant fooling around to remain completely lucid.
We eventually got up and showered, struggled through one more orgasm each, and admitted that we’d reached our sexy limit for now. Though we say ‘for now,’ we know that the shower was the last one. Neither of our flights are early, for which I’m grateful because it means a prolonged morning together.
Now we’re packed up except the clothes we’re going to put on right before we need to check out. Going downstairs rumpled like we’d been making out would only bring questions, so we’re naked on the bed, wrapped around each other and soaking in the warmth while we can.
I never realized how very touch starved I am until these moments. Though truth be told, I’ve never wrapped around someone for so long as I have with Caulder. I’ve been lazily wondering about it this morning between our slow kisses and periodic quiet conversation.
Is it because Caulder is a lot like me in his situation? We share a very important common interest, so it affords us a certain level of safety with each other that we wouldn’t find elsewhere.
Maybe it’s this weekend specifically. Lots of alone time. Lots of sexy time. I’m very clearly touch starved, which I think I already half knew about myself, but I’ve never allowed myself a weekend like this. Staying with someone for too long prolongs their exposure to me, and the odds of them recognizing me increases.
That’s not an issue with Caulder. I’ve never gone into a situation where my hookup already knows who I am. Caulder’s right; there’s a lot of freedom in that.
Or is it just because it’s Caulder?
I’m very attuned to the fact that this man is just… heaven. I wouldn’t say I’m a spiritual man. As far as theology is concerned, I believe in a higher being. Whether there’s just a single god or multiple, I don’t truly know. But I believe there’ssomethingout there. And I believe in heaven and hell.
It becomes clearer by the second that my version of heaven is this. This weekend. This kind of easy rapport. This comfort.
This man.
It’s good that we’re going our separate ways. I don’t think I can survive a Romeo & Juliet moment—star-crossed lovers forced to go their separate ways because they’re on rival teams.
Caulder burrows his face further into my neck and sighs. I hook my leg over his hip. A minute later, he rolls us so I’m on my back and he’s between my legs. If I could muster the strength to get hard again, I probably would. It’s sexy as fuck having him between my legs. Especially since I can feel his dick hanging along my taint and ass crack.
My cock twitches valiantly, but nope. We’re drained right now. I lost count of the number of orgasms we’ve shared at this point. All I can say is we made the most of this weekend.
“Thank you for this,” he murmurs.
I snort. “Are you thanking me for sex, Caulder Haines?”
