It shocked me to have that effect on him. To see him as messy as I felt. Tofeelthe shake in his thighs as I held him to my mouth. His low groans were as potent as his tongue sliding along my length, and I loved it.
I lovedthis.
Too soon, though, he pulled back and returned his attention to my cock, edging me again to the brink of madness. Then he came back to me and let me suck him again, and I couldn’t say how long we played that game of chicken. Just that it killed me in the very best way.
And that I lost.
Folk had wandering hands. He slid wet fingers inside me and I was done. My fragile self-control detonated, and I came in his mouth so hard that the shout I let loose had no fucking sound.
Folk eked it out, playing my body as if we were old lovers, not new. Though, I supposed we were. We’d just never got this far before.
Either way, I needed to see him come, or I’d die.
I seized his shoulders and yanked him up the couch. He let me and I wrapped my hand around him again, committing the hardness I found there to memory. The hot satin of his skin. The stone column beneath.
Folk’s balance wavered.
I steadied him and worked him harder, revelling in every snatched sound he made until he came with a quiet groan.
With screwed shut eyes and a clenched jaw.
If I’d thought him beautiful before, I’d had no idea. He had reddenedhandprintson his sweat-sheened skin.
My handprints.
And no breath in his lungs if his heaving chest was anything to go by.
I was a few seconds ahead in my recovery. I coaxed him to lie down and rest on me, and we lay slumped together, the world slowing, for as long as it took for something to click in my brain.
Somethingimportant.
Maybe it was wrong to laugh, but I did, and my low chuckle roused Folk, his eyes half-lidded but curious.
“I forgot you only have one nut. Like, literally didn’t notice, even when it was right in front of me.”
Drowsy, it took Folk a second to navigate my clumsy explanation. Then he laughed too. “It’s not that obvious. The scar on my belly stands out more.”
I frowned. Scar? Damn. I hadn’t noticed that either.
Folk sat up to show me, unfolding his tall frame and pointing out a two-inch incision scar on his lower abdomen. Honestly, it wasn’t that prominent either, but knowing how much pain the whole experience had brought him, I felt like it should’ve been tome.
“I’m sorry.” I traced the raised white line with my fingertips.
Goosebumps broke out over Folk’s golden skin, and he shivered. “What for?”
“All of it.”
Folk caught my hand and tugged me closer. Somehow I ended up straddling his lap. Another unfamiliar position for me, but... I liked it.
He kissed me.
I kissed him back. My spent cock throbbed to life again, but we’d run out of time for a repeat. I had to work. Worse, I had to face the phone I’d buried under a pillow upstairs.
Folk’s dick felt good beneath me. As hard and hot as it had felt in my mouth.
I ground down so he knew it. Then I got up and held out my hand. “Come shower with me?”
He rose with that gentle smile that belied how strong he was, and I led him upstairs, grateful all over again that Cam and Nash had renovated the bathroom before me and Ivy had moved in, installing a double shower cubicle for me and a clawfoot tub for her. Maybe they hadn’t imagined me pressing Folk against the tiled wall, kissing the hell out of him while steamy water rained down on us, but I could live with that.
