“Long enough,” I reply and he laughs.
“Gotta pee,” he says, pushing off the bed and heading to the bathroom. As he returns, I lie on my back, resting on the pillows. I invite him to straddle my thighs. He leans down to kiss me, and I meet him halfway. The way he pulls on my bottom lip ignites a fire in me, one I didn’t know I had. My dick twitches, growing hard, and I feel his erection against me. As his tongue finds mine, I run my hands down his back and over his arse, kneading his cheeks and spreading them. He groans into my mouth—I feel rather than hear it—and I kiss him deeper, wanting to feel more of it, to devour him.
My fingers graze across his hole and I feel him tense slightly and grunt. I pull back and look at him.
“Sore?”
“A little. It’s had more action in the last three days than in the last six months, so yeah, it is a bit. And you thoroughly wrecked me last night.”
“Which you asked for.” I remind him. He smirks at me, but in his eyes is a look, part recognition that he did ask me, and I see no regrets there either. But there’s also a deeper look, like he sees me, gets me. It’s almost a challenge, like last night was only the beginning, and we could fucking soar if we had the time. All we have is the time given to us, though, and I fully intend to use it.
“We’ll have to think of something else then,” I say, and twist my hips, knocking him off balance and turning over so he’s underneath me. I want him to know I saw his look and understood the message. I grab his hands and pull them overhis head. He smirks again and I kiss him hard, taking his breath until he gasps. He grinds into me, his dick sliding against mine. I cross his wrists so I can hold onto both of them in one hand, and shifting my hips, I reach between us and grasp our cocks. I swipe at our precum, working it down our connected shafts, enjoying the slide of his thick dick against mine. I stroke my hand up and down us, the friction making me tingle. I nibble along his jaw and down his neck as he moans, and I suck just below his collarbone, wanting to mark his skin. He thrusts, fucking into my hand, and I match my hips with his, fucking with him as my hand moves faster.
“I’m gonna come,” he gasps and arches towards me, his slick dick sliding harder against mine.
“We both are, cutie,” I say with ragged breaths, tightening my hold on his wrists. It’s just a statement as he could pull his hands out anytime he chooses, but it takes him over the edge and he spills over my hand. A couple more thrusts and I come too, my own release mixing with his. Keeping his arms restrained above his head, I bring my hand up and offer him my cum-covered fingers. His eyes flick to me with a lusty smile before he sucks greedily on them. It has got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I scoop up some more of our combined cum from his belly and he opens his mouth for it. I drip some into his waiting mouth and wipe my fingers on him, smearing it across his lips, then I lean down and lick them, pulling each of his lips into my mouth and sucking it back off him. He opens up and we kiss, my tongue exploring, tasting every part of him. At some point I let go of his wrists and he tangles his fingers in my hair, pulling me deeper into the kiss. Finally, when I need air, I pull back slowly and look down at him. His eyes are shining and he has an easy smile on his glistening, kiss-bruised lips. A sense of rightness settles inmy core, and I can’t shake the feeling that we’ve exchanged more than just bodily fluids.
By the time Simon has returned from the shower, a towel slung low on his hips, I’ve ordered breakfast and pulled on some sweatpants. There’s a knock on the door and he stiffens, his eyes going wide.
“It’s breakfast,” I reassure him and he relaxes, backing into the bathroom while I open the door. He returns a moment later.
“I didn’t know what you wanted so I got a selection,” I say, gesturing to the pastries, toast, fruit, as well as two hot plates. There’s also fruit juice and coffee.
“It looks great,” he says as I wheel the trolley over to the table. “But you didn’t have to, I could have grabbed something later.”
I start transferring the plates to the table and gesture for him to sit. “How often do you do that? How many times do you just grab food on the go instead of taking time to eat properly? I bet chefs are the worst for it.” The face he makes tells me I’m right.
“It happens,” he mumbles, filling his plate with toast and the sausages and bacon he’s discovered under the covers. He tucks in with a hearty appetite, which strangely pleases me.
“That was great, thank you,” he says a few minutes later, draining his coffee cup.
“Well you have Gabriel to thank,” I say with a smile.
“Ooh am I one of your expenses now? I like the sound of that,” he laughs. “But thank Gabriel for me, won’t you?” I wonder if the last part is a challenge, to see my reaction about telling Gabriel. I decide to take it.
“You can thank him later, yourself.” I flash him a smile and see him frown slightly. I follow it quickly with my plan. “You said you had the day off after your meeting. When will you finish?”
“It shouldn’t take more than an hour, but even if it does, I’ll be finished by lunchtime.”
“Okay, good. There’s a match this afternoon, to decide who plays us in the final tomorrow. Would you like to come and watch it with me?”
He chews his bottom lip slightly, thinking about it. I get it. For him to watch in the crowd is one thing; to be seen with a guest is another.
“Gabriel, Linden, and Austin will be there as well, so it won’t be just us. You’ll be in a group of people. No one can object to that when you have some time off, surely.”
“Yes, okay. I’d like that.” My assurance sways him, and I get his adorable sunshine smile that makes me a little giddy and lightheaded. Enough to blurt out the next part.
“And then later I’d like to take you to dinner? Just us.” I wait, holding my breath while he thinks about that as well.
“I’d like that too but, we definitely can’t be here,” he says.
“I’ll think of something,” I reassure him again, breathing easier now that he’s agreed.
“Perfect, now I gotta go because I need to swing by my room for my notes and I don’t want to be late.” He rises, and I stand too and step towards him. “I’ll see you later,” he says, leaning in for a kiss like it’s the most natural action in the world.
This time when the door closes behind him, I’m not left wondering if I’ve hurt him. I’m too busy wondering how, in twenty four hours, he’s managed to turn my world upside down.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
