E’s smile turns wolfish, but I grip his hand.
“What is it?” he asks.
“I need to know one thing first.”
“Anything.”
I glance at his bowed lips then to his blue eyes. “You’re single, right? No partners waiting for you in another state or country?”
His eyes sparkle in amusement. “None that I’m aware of.”
I smile with him, and he squeezes my leg in assurance.
“I’m single,” he reiterates. “I’m not a cheater, and never will be”
“Good,” I exhale. “Then show me your room.”
Chapter Three
Iwhistlelowinmy throat as I walk through the suite door. Yes, suite. The modern space is larger than any place I’ve lived in, it even has a kitchen area.
“Damn,” I chuckle. “How much does matchmaking pay?”
The door clicks shut behind me and within seconds E’s arms are wrapped around my stomach, his pliant body molding against my back. We’re evenly matched in height, yet I feel enveloped by his warmth and softness.
My head dips naturally to the side and he takes the invitation, lips skimming up and down my neck.
“Do you really want to talk about that?” he asks before taking the lobe of my ear between his teeth, and biting down lightly.
My dick jerks from the bit of pain, and I press back against him so I can feel his own arousal hard against my toned ass.
“Not really.”
He sucks the skin, pulling it down before he releases it. “Good.” One of his hands leaves my middle until it’s cupping thevisible bulge in my pants. “Because I’d really like to suck your cock.”
“Fuck—” E spins me so we’re face to face. His lips crash into mine before another word can be uttered, and I get swept up in him.
His lips devour mine in hungry kisses, and I open to him willingly. There’s nothing slow about the way he takes my mouth, but I like it. He’s consuming me like a delicious meal, as if he can’t have enough, and needs more.
Our tongues stroke in time together, but I allow him to lead the dance. He tastes the way he smells, with traces of the wine we drank together. I can’t get enough, and I devour him back, one of my hands threading through his curls that remind me of silk. I scratch my nails across his scalp, and he thrusts his cock into mine.
Our moans weave together, and we swallow them down, kissing until we need air. E sucks on my bottom lip like he did my ear lobe, then bites until I think he’s going to draw blood. I moan and thrust my hips forward into his, practically humping him. He bites harder at my encouragement, before pulling back with a chuckle. At the same time, my back hits a wall.
“Are you a pain slut, Theo?” he muses.
“Fuck!”
E palms my cock through my pants then squeezes hard until I hiss.
“Was that a yes?”
“Yes!”
“Hmm, good to know.” He nips at my lips, and grips my cock harder.
“E—”
“Call me, Eros.”
