“Oh my God,” he whispered.
I laughed, then popped my mouth over him and sucked. Maurice stiffened and pumped his hips, spreading my lips wide with his cock. I loved the burst of musk on my tongue and the way he grasped my hair with both hands to hold me still—his fingers twisted among the strands and stung, but it was perfect.
“Wick, Wick, oh my God, Wick!” He kept whispering my name and I adored it... and him.
In almost no time at all a flood of hot cum spilled into my mouth. I did my best to swallow each drop, but before I could, another gush hit my tongue and some escaped, dripping down my chin. The feel of him hardening a little more and his dick jerking against my lips had my cock stiffer than ever and begging to be touched.
In a rush I sat up on my knees and stared down at him. His dick glistened with my spit and some of his cum, thick and resting on a curly thatch of hair. His face was relaxed with a smile curling the corners of his mouth, and his glasses were crooked.
He was fucking wrecked.
And I couldn’t get enough.
I jerked off while staring at him and ran my hand over the center of his chest, then down along his thigh to his hip, where I grabbed on as the pleasure got to be too much. Maurice grunted and used his thumb to swipe the cum from my chin.
I let out a yelp as he knocked me off-balance, and he chuckled when I went down on my side. He dragged me close with strong arms and the maneuver had me sucking in a deep breath. His fingers chased away mine on my cock, and he covered my mouth with his lips, his stubble scraping my skin and sending tingles racing through my belly as he took over stroking me. I grasped his arms and held on for dear life while he circled his thumb over my cockhead. My toes curled and my thighs cramped a bit as I strained.
“You’re sweeter than I guessed you would be,” Maurice said and pressed a kiss to my ear.
I moaned. “Is that good or bad?”
He hummed out an amused sound that wasn’t really an answer, but his grip tightened and he sped up his hand. The strokes were an amazing, sensual torture. My vision whited out and lightning blasted through my stomach. Tingles rushed out in waves from my throbbing cockhead to relax all my muscles, and heat swirled through me as my balls emptied. He kissed me and didn’t stop tugging through the waves, which made them more potent. I was a whimpering mess by the time he finally stopped.
We kept kissing and my mind was a wonderful blank. Usually I was the one who did everything when I was with a man—tried to be polite and make sure he had a good time—but for once, I was the one getting snuggled as I came down from my high. I lay there, trying to catch my breath while he grabbed tissues from the nightstand and gave me a quick wipe down. He tossed the used wads on the floor, and I groaned, but he only shrugged with a smirk and settled back in at my side. I nestled against him and kissed his neck, already wanting to feel good again, needing more.
Maurice combed his fingers through my hair and nudged me back with his chin.
“Hm? What’s wrong?”
“Can I ask you something?” His brown eyes gleamed in the lantern light as he studied my face.
“Sure.”
“When you date someone, how do you normally meet?”
My mind wasn’t working at top speed after the way he’d just melted it, so it took me a second to figure out how to respond. “Uh.... around. I normally meet people through friends or while I’m out. Apps are cold. I can’t do it. I need to be able to see someone to know if I like them or not.”
“When was the last time you dated?”
Anxiousness twisted up in me. Ah, that’s what he wanted to know. “About a year ago. It was a mutual split. We had chemistry but nothing else.”
He grunted and wrapped his arms around my waist. We arranged ourselves so we were comfortable, and after we were done wriggling around, I ended up with my head on his chest and his arms firmly encircling me. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. The storm outside rumbled, but I was safe and warm and exactly where I wanted to be.
8
MAURICE
I gaspedand tried to sit up, but I couldn’t because there was a firm weight holding me down. At first I wasn’t sure what could’ve dragged me out of sleep, but the overhead light was on and all the lamps were blazing. Cool air blew over us from the AC. Every single one of my muscles felt like a lead weight after all the work I’d done moving sandbags yesterday.
“The electricity is back,” I whispered and gave Wick a hug. He was warm and smelled good and the last thing I wanted to do was move. My brain chugged along, waking up slowly. When I glanced at the windows it was still dark, and I didn’t think I’d had much sleep because I was bone tired. No, I was exhausted. I ran a hand down the warm skin on Wick’s back, tracing the small bumps along his spine, then did it again because the sensation under my palm and fingertips was addicting. I inhaled against his neck and caught the scent of the hotel soap, which was a faintly sweet tease of the senses.
I moved back to stare down into his handsome face and my heart squeezed. His lashes were silver, like his hair, and I’d overheard him tell someone once that his hair had been that color since he was twenty-three because of something genetic in his family. He was beautiful and I couldn’t stop staring. He shifted and his stubble scratched my skin, but I loved the sensation. My chest grew tight the longer I studied him. He was so amazing.
What the hell was I doing? What was he doing with me?
I wanted him, but there was no way this would work out in the long run. We’d had a stressful day, and he’d needed to get off, and I was there. That’s all that had happened. I wanted this to be the start of a relationship, and a burning hope lingered in the same part of me that wanted to be just like the heroes from my favorite books and movies.
The longing didn’t feel real—but it hurt. My chest clenched until I felt as if I’d been running. I didn’t want to believe this couldn’t work out because it seemed self-defeating, but I knew how things went. When you looked the way I did, either guys were chasers or they thought they were doing me a favor by fucking me. So far, there really hadn’t been an in-between.
