Hot as fuck. Check.
But it couldn’t happen again. Ever. I needed to just roll myself out of this fucking bed, find my damn clothes, go back to my place, and shower away the scent of him so maybe…
Who the fuck was I kidding? A shower wasn’t going to cleanse me of him and the shit that he’d done to me and the shit I’d done to him. I had to figure out a way to separate the two because clearly, not walking that path was not going to happen.
What were the chances of me getting drafted to the team that the hookup I had a month or so ago was also on?
Nil. They had to be close to zero. Yet here I was, forced to look at him when I’ve been unable to forget him. Now I faced a constant distraction. How could I be expected to do my job when the guy I like to bend over for was the agent assigned to my team?
Conflict of interest much?
The man dug up our intel. He designed our missions. Working with him would be impossible.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
“Just a penny, Daddio?” I flirted, even though I just told myself this couldn’t happen.
“You’re right, pretty boy,” he said with a smirk.
The bed shifted as he rolled onto my chest, then slid down my body, disappearing under the blankets. Cool air ghosted over my chest, but I barely noticed since Daniel’s mouth closed over my morning wood.
Threading my fingers through his bed head, I knotted them in the gorgeous mess, forcing his head to tilt back. I thrust upwards. My tip rubbed against the rough roof of his mouth.
“Cup me with your tongue and suck,” I ordered.
He mumbled around my dick. I thought what he said was ‘So bossy,’ but I couldn’t be sure.
“Tap my thigh,” I growled at him.
He grinned as much as someone could grin with a dick stuffed in their face. I fucked his face until my balls tingled and tears ran down his cheeks, and drool dripped from his chin.
“Fucking gorgeous with a dick in your mouth.”
He whined, humping the bed in time with my thrusts.
“Daddio, you take my cock beautifully, but you’re acting like a greedy fuck boy.”
His head shook no, then nodded yes, making me chuckle. My thumb danced across the hollows of his cheeks. I loved how responsive he was, how greedy he got when it came to sex. Either giving or receiving, it didn’t matter to the man.
“Fuck!” I growled through gritted teeth when his finger started toying with my sore hole. He backed away. I gave a quick yank on the hair I still held in my hand. “Don’t you dare stop.”
He glanced at the nightstand. I followed his gaze, grabbed the lube, and handed it to him. My hand slackening, I lost my grip on his hair. My hand fell to the bed. He opened me up, still sucking my cock deep and hard, his tongue cupping the bottom of my shaft.
Daniel did that thing where his tongue cupped the bottom of my shaft, while he sucked me as if he was trying to get my brains to come out my slit, all while his fingers played in my hole, as if he were the world’s greatest pianist. I loved it.
Hell, I loved everything about him. The way he drew me in, made me lose my mind in the rhythm between his mouth andhis tongue and his lips and his fingers until all I wanted to do was come.
“You’re fucking killing me.”
He shook his head, the head of my dick scraping gently across his back teeth, sending shivers through my body. The shivers grew and grew, snowballing until I lost my breath, my vision, and everything but the feel of him between my legs disappeared. Until lightning struck, or that’s what it felt like. My body arched, stiffening, my head thrown back, my mouth wide open, a scream locked inside my throat as come shot from my dick into his waiting mouth. He moaned deep and low, almost a continuous hum.
I fell back to the bed, my body no longer stiff as if all my bones had melted, and I was just a pile of flesh and muscle. Cool air danced over my dick when it fell from his mouth, the sensation a mix of pleasure and pain.
Between gasps, he said, “I’m pretty sure I died.”
Laughter huffed in a little snuffle of sound. “I’ve never talked to a dead man before. I thought it would be…”
“Be…what?”
