He wrapped one hand around his cock and started jerking it to the tempo of my thrusts. He looked into my eyes, his expression pleading. “Tony, kiss me. Please kiss me.”
I paused my thrusts for a moment, contemplating whether or not to grant his request. Kissing him had been so good that first night. Too good. I couldn’t do it again and keep this casual. Was this Greg’s way of asking for more? I didn’t know, and I knew I’d probably regret it, but I slid my hand behind his neck and crushed my lips to his.
Greg’s legs tightened around my waist and a deep groan of pleasure rose up from him. I felt his shaft harden beneath me and his back arched. He threw back his head and cried out, “Tony!” while hot cum spurted between us.
The sound of my name on his lips set off my own orgasm, and I thrust two more times before pushing myself as deep as I couldgo inside him. As I let myself sink on top of him, I knew I’d lost the battle. I was falling for a man who would break my heart.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
GREG
I awakened slowly, my mind still foggy from sleep. As my brain came more fully online, I noticed two things. First, the bed was way more comfortable than my own. Second, there was the warm body at my back and a strong arm across my waist. I was in Tony’s bed. I had broken my own rule and stayed the night at Tony’s place.
The strangest thing was that I wasn’t panicking. I found myself just…curious, wondering how it had happened. I remembered the spectacular sex. I also remembered begging Tony to kiss me. I felt my cheeks get hot. I had pushed him to break his own rule. Well, didn’t that make me the biggest hypocrite ever? What did this mean? I could admit to myself that this was the first time I’d felt comfortable waking up with a man in my bed in more than a decade.
Pushing that aside for a moment, I went over the rest of the evening in my mind. After giving me a mind-blowing orgasm, Tony had practically collapsed on me after his own climax. He’d wrapped his arms tightly around me and I’d returned the embrace with all my strength, despite the cooling cum between us.
The rest was a bit fuzzy. Exhaustion had hit me hard after days of stressful anticipation of the show. I had vague memories of a warm washcloth running over my abdomen while Tony murmured quiet words of comfort. Then I was under warm blankets, my head cushioned by the best pillow ever.
Now here I was lying safely cradled in Tony’s arms. Unlike in the past, I didn’t feel trapped or controlled. Instead, I felt safe. Protected. Cherished.
I heard Tony inhale deeply and his arm tightened around me. I sank into his embrace, aware that he likely expected me to bolt as soon as my eyes were open. But I didn’t want to, which was new for me.
“Good morning,” I said quietly.
His body stilled, and his voice was rough with sleep when he replied. “Good morning.”
I turned in his arms so we were facing each other in the dim morning light. “So that happened.”
The wariness in his expression hurt my heart. He’d never done anything to earn my mistrust. “Yeah,” he replied gruffly, “You pretty much passed out. You were asleep before I got the blankets on you.”
I ran my fingers through his tousled hair. “Thank you.” I kissed him lightly on the lips. “Thank you for taking care of me. I do remember some of it. I’m…not used to being cared for like that.”
“Well, that’s some bullshit right there,” he grumbled.
“I’m beginning to understand that.” I looked into his sleepy, dark eyes. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”
His body stiffened. “Oh. Okay. I’ll let you go.” His expression shuttered and he started to pull away.
It took a second to understand why he was reacting that way. When I did, I wanted to smack myself in the head. Jesus, I wasbad with words. “No! That’s not what I meant.” I wrapped my arm around his waist. “Please don’t go.”
“Greg, you’re doing my head in. What do you mean?”
I took a deep breath. “I meant, I don’t want to keep doing just friends with benefits. I want something more.”
His body relaxed and he pulled me closer. “Like what?”
I let my body curve into his, loving the feel of his hairy legs entwined with mine. “Like maybe we can date. Spend more time together. Get to know each other better.”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I know lots of things about you already.” He sank his teeth into the juncture of my neck and shoulder. I let out a low groan as my back arched and my dick hardened. “I know you really, really like that.”
I shifted so our cocks were rubbing together. Tony moved until I was flat on my back and he was above me. I smiled at him. “I love having your weight on me.”
He looked surprised. He raised himself up on his elbows. “You do? Why didn’t you say so?”
I put both hands on his ass cheeks and ground my hips to get more friction. “Because I didn’t want to admit it to myself. I was afraid of what it meant.”
“And now?” he asked. “What’s changed?”
