“You said that about blowjobs and I barely survived.”
“Yeah?”
Tam pushes my coat from my shoulders and wrenches my shirt over my head. “Yeah.”
They’re the last words we exchange for a while. Getting naked becomes our priority, and then we fall onto the bed I haven’t slept in since he lay in it with me last night.
Hot skin and rumpled sheets.
It’s the perfect combination, and by now we’ve kissed so many times it’s as easy as breathing. So natural even Tam’s cock, hard against my abdomen, feels dangerously like coming home.
I’m scared of that feeling and I’m not so kiss-drunk on him that I don’t know it. To need the oblivion of sliding down his body, hooking my arm around his hip and devouring his dick with my mouth.
Tam groans, deep and violent. “Fuck.”
Yeah. We’re gonna. But I want this first, and not just because there’s a devil in my head whispering that my lapsed topping skills are going to come up short. I want it because it’s magic to watch Tam’s composure slip. Tofeelit. He’s soexpressive I can’t look away, even with him crammed down my throat, and when this is over and our lives have both moved on, I know this is what I’ll remember.
“Bhodi.” Tam gravels my name and digs his fingers into my shoulders. “Sois doux avec moi—I don’t wanna come yet.”
I have no idea what the first part of that sentence means, but I hear the plea in the second and release him from my mouth.
Tam’s breathing hard.
So am I.
But we’re just getting started.
Reading his gaze, I walk on my knees and tap his lips with my cock. He grins and flicks his tongue over it, and it’s my turn to lose my mind as his hot breath heats my skin.
I’m going to fuck him.
It’s a certainty now—as if it was ever in doubt—but first, he wants my dick in his mouth and I’m gonna give him what he needs.
Tam sucks cock like he does everything else. Likeart, even as I let him goad me into screwing his mouth. Fucking his tight throat. An ache builds in my belly, the muscles in my thighs bound taut enough to snap. Only the thought of swapping this to being buried inside him stops me blowing my load too early.
Yeah, that’s right. I don’t want to come yet either.
It’s how I find the strength to drag my dick from his wet and swollen lips, and leave him on the bed while I find a bag I haven’t even thought about unpacking yet.
Condoms.
Lube.
I’d left them buried as a reminder to think before I dive head-first into something else that will ultimately hurt me. But I’m notthinking right now, and if I were, I’d tell myself that my eyes are wide open this time. I know who Tam is. What he wants.
No strings sex.
I can do this.
Iwantthis.
I go back to the bed. Tam is waiting, his face limned by the soft glow of the lamp I turned on when I came home, his hard dick wrapped in his tattooed fist.
Damn.
More blood rushes south, spinning my head, as he stares at me as if we do this all the time. As if he’s a regular fixture in my bed and what happens next is inevitable.
Inevitable.
