“What are you waiting for?” he asks, staring down at me with visible anticipation. Taking on a domineering tone I wouldn’t have expected from him, but I love instantly.
My tongue finds the taut area of skin between the head and the shaft and performs the flick that made his nipples perk up. He jolts at that. “Teasing you,” I say. “You’re not the only one who likes fucking with people.”
“Oh, yeah?” he asks with a grumble. “I thought you were going to reward me, not mock me.” And with that, his large hand finds the back of my head and with gentle force, he guides my lips to the top of his penis where I all too willingly swallow him whole. Not even a struggle, which isn’t like me. I must be really relaxed, gag reflex turned off, mind flung into another dimension.
His other hand rakes through my unruly hair as he repeatedly tells me how good my mouth feels. Gradually, he thrusts deep, Magic Mike–ing the hell out of the back of my throat. I start to hum, lightly, a little trick that never ceases to make my partner exhale hard.
“Fuck yes,” Leo moans, his head flopped sideways almost hidden in the pillow I slept on. He might even be sniffing it, taking a hit of the scent of me. Hot.
As I pleasure him, I grab myself between my legs, finding a wet stain saturating the fly of my pajama pants. In a Cirque du Soleil–level move, I keep Leo in my mouth as I wiggle my way out of the pants, freeing my erection.
I slip the sheet and duvet off, giving Leo an unrestricted view of my Cardio Dance Fit ass, up in the air, back arched. When he opens his eyes and sees this, his chest hiccups and he bites his knuckle. “Oh, damn. Slow down. I don’t want this to be over too soon.”
Teasing him still, I don’t slow down in the slightest. Instead, I flaunt my ass in the air more while massaging his balls, feeling as they grow tighter and tighter under my confident touch. I’m edging him and I know it.
“Fuck...” he groans. “You!”
At that, I slow and slow, and then slide off all together. “That’s sort of where I hoped this was going,” I whisper, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand before mimicking his special smirk.
He leans forward quickly, enrapturing me with a kiss and then biting my bottom lip playfully before leaning over to the nightstand where I hope he’s looting out a condom. I’m disappointed when he grabs for his phone instead. Whatever he sees on the screen makes his face fall, but his penis doesn’t flag for a second.
“Fuck,” he says, wiping a hand down his face.
“What is it?” I ask, sitting back on my heels, penis pointing up at the popcorn ceiling. Still slick. Still eager. Still overriding my every thought.
He turns the screen to me. “My shift starts in ten minutes.”
My hope falters, but my fingers brush the inside of his thigh feebly. “Can you be late?”
He grabs my hand, stilling my fingers. “I wish, but I’m not financially stable enough to lose this job right now, so as much as it fucking pains me.” He looks down at his flexing dick. “I gotta jet.”
Even as he stands and starts collecting his clothes from the chair in the corner, I can’t help but stroke myself. Just the sight of his toned, firm ass bouncing as he walks turns me on and reminds me how long it’s been since I’ve truly let go.
“Hey,” he says, once he’s back in his briefs and his pants. “Stop that.” It comes out as a command. A stimulating one.
“Why?” I ask, not knowing what to do with my hands when their impulse is to simultaneously touch him and touch myself. “We can accomplish a lot in ten minutes.” I imagine unzipping those slacks, pulling his boner back out, and sucking him to completion, leaving him to go to work lighter and focused.
“Because,” he says, pressing one knee onto the bed, taking my hand, and pressing it to his still solid bulge. “When I promise to rail someone within an inch of their life, I mean it.” His eyes are hooded as they gaze down at me. “I go on lunch at noon. I expect to find you here just like you were before, facing the headboard with your ass in the air. Can you promise me that?”
I shrug innocently. “Depends. Is that your final request as part of the repayment plan?”
He’s got his oversize shirt on now. He’s retying his orange tie in the reflection of the black TV screen and he meets my gaze, shaking his head. “No, my final request is to watch you unravel.”
“Haven’t you seen me unraveled enough?” I joke, nodding over to the destroyed minibar and snack basket, thinking back on last night and my messiness.
He turns back to the bed as he puts on his watch. “Holden James, you haven’t experienced unraveled until you’ve had me inside you.”
My full name and his dirty poise spills anticipation through my veins. “Noon?” I ask.
“Noon, sharp,” he says, toeing on his shoes and tying the laces while I’m still exposed and naked on the bed, watching him. Not wanting him to go but excited to sit with this swelling eagerness, which I know is likely to end in immaculate fireworks.
I flop back on the bed, flushed. “What am I supposed to do until then?”
“Refresh. Eat some breakfast. Grab a drink,” he says.
“The minibar is all out of—”
“Water,” he insists. “A hydrated body is a happy body.” Well, he would know. His body looks ecstatic, the rippled emotion I’m sure most of his lovers experience when running their hands along his well-worked lats. I can’t wait to tongue those later.
