“It won’t be.”
“But what if something happens?” I didn’t like the way he turned toward me, and for a moment his face screwed up like he was scared, before he was back to himself.
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing.”
He didn’t say anything else, and maybe he was just feeling emotional the way I was, and usually didn’t. I had no idea what to do with that feelings garbage, either. Instead of trying to make him talk, because if he felt as confused as I did there was no point, I pushed the door to my bedroom wide. Something inside me I hadn’t realized was clenched, loosened. I didn’t have to think of him in that crumbling little apartment anymore. I watched him stalk across the room toward the bed, his wide eyes stuck on the floor-to-ceiling windows that made up two of the outer walls, and when he got to the bed, he turned toward me and loosened his tie, pulling it over his head to toss it on the floor. The New Gothenburg skyline at his back made me want to look at him forever.
“Stop.”
His hands hovered near his neckline. I walked over and slapped his fingers out of the way to unbutton his shirt myself. He reached out and cupped my cock. The sweatpants hadn’t done a damned thing to keep my boner in check, and the wonderful pressure of his palm over the soft material had me sucking at his lips for a second as I spread his shirt to look at his flat stomach.
I ran my thumbs along his abs and down to the button of his pants, and his mouth fell open as he thrust his hips forward.
“You been jerking off a lot?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“I’ll take care of you. Don’t do that anymore,” I whispered against his mouth, and he whined.
“Can’t agree to that.” He nipped at my lips as if in apology.
“Try. Save it for me.”
He nodded and chewed on the corner of his lip. “But I’m so fucking hard every morning. And before I go to sleep, I always pull it. I can’t help it.”
“Always?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, to be young,” I grumbled, and he laughed.
“Well, what do you expect, if you’re knocking me up all the time?” The way he said that, with some humor, struck me in a strangely heartfelt way. He was playing, having a good time with this kink that had become nearly a spiritual obsession for me, and no one had ever done that. I kissed him and made quick work of his pants, shoving them down his thighs along with his underwear. He toed off his shoes, took off his socks, and then kicked the pants away.
Carefully he dropped to his knees and slid his lips along the cotton trapping my dick. My groin muscles flexed involuntarily, and I felt like I was trying to chase his mouth with my cock.
“Oh, Daddy, you want it as bad as I do,” he said and then swiped his tongue over the outline of my cock. I slid my fingers through the soft, short hair at the back of his head.
“On the bed,” I whispered, excited more than I could say. I hadn’t had anyone in my bed since I bought the thing, and his happy sigh when he settled spread-eagle in the middle of it made my night.
“You like it?”
“If I wasn’t so fucking horny, I’d fall asleep right now.” A dopey grin split his face. My heart sped up. Right now, he wasn’t pretending to be anything other than Jaxson Bell, and I liked how he smiled with his nose wrinkled just a little and his eyes slightly too squinty to be model sexy, but just right to be cute. I grabbed lube from mygoing outstash in my dresser and brought it to the bed with me.
Mindfully I crawled toward him, but this wasn’t like fucking him on my desk. There wasn’t a chance someone would walk in and catch us, so we didn’t need to rush. This was even different from fucking at his place because there was no impending sense of an end to this. I wasn’t expected to leave. I hadn’t indicated I wanted him to go, either.
For once I was able to stretch out and completely relax next to a man. I ran my fingertips lightly along the dip of his stomach and downward. His plump dick was standing straight up, begging me to touch, and a sweet rosy pink had flushed the cockhead. The gleaming drops on the tip had me bending forward. I lapped the musky liquid and he chased my mouth, raising up and then dropping back onto the bed with a frustrated little whine.
I wasn’t trying to torture him, but I crawled down the bed and started at his feet, kissing the tops, licking up the back of his calves to the little dip behind his knees. He chuckled and then gasped when I sucked a bruise behind his right knee and then did the same thing to the left one. He was straining and rock-hard, leaking and rocking his beautiful hips, like that would make me touch him before I was good and ready.
“Daddy, don’t you want to fuck me?”
Smirking, I moved up the bed to cage his body beneath mine and gave him another kiss. He tried to pull me down on top of him, and I didn’t budge until he let out a frustrated mewl between our lips that sliced electric heat into my gut. I blindly felt around for the lube. He had his eyes squeezed closed, trusting me to take care of him, and that punched another good feeling into me.
He spread his legs when I barely touched his inner thighs, eager and willing, and I was quick to lift his legs to my shoulders. He blinked and stared up into my face, excited and actually looking at me and seeing me, Vane Elwood, the same guy who had managed to fuck and luck his way to the top. The admiration I saw was both validating and terrifying.
“I’ve never slept with anyone this many times,” I murmured as I coated my fingers with lube.
