He grinned. “Not as often as I’d like, but once or twice a week before work, I spend an hour or two in the building gym.”
“There’s a gym? You mean at the building we both work in?”
His chuckle was about as sexy as anything I’d ever heard. “Yes. Top floor. View of the entire city. Sunrise is stunning from up there.”
“Who knew? I go from the lobby to my office and back again. Maybe I need to explore more.” I bent and lapped at one of his nipples. “I think I’ll start here.”
His moan told me I was on the right path. Sensitive nipples. Noted. And not being one to miss an opportunity, I stayed there, licking and nibbling until he grabbed me by the ears, trembling. “Vaughn, I can’t…I can’t take it.”
Lifting my face, I met his gaze. “Can’t take it good or bad?”
“Way too good.”
Straightening, I took his hand and guided him to sit on the side of the bed. “Wait for me.”
“Where would I go?” He leaned back, resting on his elbows. “I’m hoping you’re about to give me a striptease.”
“You are, huh?” I pulled my shirt over my head and met his gaze again. “We’ll have to put that off for another day because I am too hard to fool around.” Quickly dispensing with my clothing, I knelt in front of him. “I’m too busy exploring.”
Hi cock bobbed in front of my lips, and I licked them before licking him and closing my lips around his head. Gunnar flopped the rest of the way back to lie with his arms over his head, hips rocking. He arched his back, and I took him deeper, tickling the back of my throat. There was nothing little about this part of him. Holding a tight suction, I moved my head up and down,licking circles around him and cupping his balls in my palm. Gunnar didn’t need words to show me what he liked. He was shuddering head to toe, whimpering, and fisting the bedding. Gliding my fingers back, I found his hole and circled it, teasing with a fingertip, and he let out a strangled cry and spilled down my throat.
Giving him pleasure had me so hot, as soon as he relaxed, I climbed onto the bed next to him and kissed him hard while retrieving a tube of lube from my bedside drawer. As aroused as I was, I didn’t want to hurt him, so I took the time to coat my cock thoroughly before turning my attention to preparing his hole. Fingering him, just that little bit before told me he was tight, and I needed to be cautious. Go slow. Make sure it was as good for him as me.
“That was amazing,” he said, eyes closed, chest still heaving. “And that feels incredible.” The second “that” involved my fingers working his tight hole, tips inserting then retreating, slippery lube helping but not rushing, helping more.
Until Gunnar half sat up and closed his fist around my cock. “In me. Now.”
Bossy little thing.
But I didn’t have to be told twice. I’d managed to work three fingers in and so I eased them out and replaced them with the swollen, aching head of my cock. Poised there, he caught me off guard when his hips rocked up, hard, and I drove in deeper, faster than I intended. But his cry was not of pain, and his gasp nothing but encouragement, so I stopped holding back and thrust into him again and again. He was still tight, but his body caressed me, muscles milking me until I could hold out no longer and with a growl, came inside him, cum splashing his walls. Marking him mine.
As I propped myself on my forearms to keep from putting all my weight on him, he reached for me and pulled me down.“You’re not too heavy,” he mumbled. “I want all of you to touch all of me.”
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
Chapter Twelve
Gunnar
Iwoke up before the sun and instantly slammed my eyes shut. I wanted to stay here like this, snug and warm, wrapped in Daddy’s arms, didn’t want to get up and break the magic that was last night. I hadn’t intended on staying over, hadn’t planned on being with Vaughn that way, but everything about it felt right, and, if I had to do it all over again, I’d do it the same exact way. The way he worshiped my body: kissing, nibbling, sucking, tracing every muscle and places where muscles weren’t defined… Remembering the way he praised me, told me how much he wanted me, and how special I was made me so happy. He never went further without making sure I was okay. He watched my face as he slid into me. I would forever cherish the way he held me close when we were done.
Sexy and hot and beautiful all rolled into one, and I couldn’t wait to do it again and again and again.
Replaying the memory, the feeling of his breath on my shoulder, somewhere along the line, I fell back asleep, waking up the second time to find Vaughn wasn’t there.
This was his house, not that I took him for a smash-and-dash type guy. Yawning and stretching, I reached for my phone to see what time it was. It was still early. Vaughn hadn’t mentioned having anything planned for the day, but I hadn’t specifically asked him either.
When he came into the room a few minutes later, he was just as naked as when I last saw him. Even with bedhead, he was the hottest man I’d ever laid eyes on.
“Did I wake you?” he asked.
“I don’t think so.” I wasn’t sure what had. “But when I woke up, you weren’t here.”
“Don’t ever worry about that.” He spoke of the future like it was a given. “I won’t ever leave without telling you. Just needed a quick trip to the bathroom.”
“Good idea.” I climbed out of bed, ready to race to the restroom and back. “But it’s early. I’m getting back in and snuggling you.”
Chuckling, he told me he’d be waiting. He was lying on his back when I returned, and I slid under the covers with him, resting my head on his chest, one arm hugging him, a leg draped across his.
