“I trust you,” I said simply. “All this time I’ve been keeping my distance, and you’ve been nothing but kind and patient. You honored every single boundary I set and never once pushed.” I slid my gaze away from his. “I was the one who pushed you.”
His brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Last night, when I begged you to kiss me. I knew you hadn’t been kissing me on the lips because you were trying to keep it casual.” I looked away from him. “I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Tony took hold of my chin and gently turned my head so he could look in my eyes. “And I could have said no. But I didn’t. I wanted it as much as you did.”
He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, then lowered himself until our bodies were touching and our semi-hard cocks were aligned. “It seems to me you had a much better idea going before we started talking about all this serious stuff.”
I arched my back, trying to get some friction going. “Tony, please,” I gasped.
He wrapped his large hand around both our cocks, and a few tugs got us both to full hardness. He settled himself between my legs and started stroking. It was a little rough without lube, so I reached over and grabbed the bottle from the nightstand. I flicked open the top and poured some into my palm. Wrapping my lubed hand around our dicks, I joined Tony in the sensuous slide. “Yeah, baby, that’s it,” he rasped. Our groans could probably be heard in the hallway.
We began thrusting, finding a matching rhythm. It felt so good that I knew I wouldn’t last long. Heat coiled in my groin and a familiar tingling began at the base of my spine. “Close,” I gasped.
“Same,” he ground out. I felt his cock get harder against mine. His rhythm stuttered as he lowered his head to take my lips in a searing kiss. A guttural groan rose from me as I arched up into him and found my release. White-hot pleasure overtook me and jets of my cum splashed onto my stomach. Tony’s body shuddered as he came moments later, adding to the mess on my belly.
Tony wrapped his arms around me and held me close, like he’d done the night before. In the past, I would have been trying to wriggle out of his hold, but I didn’t want to. Instead, I wanted to burrow into his embrace and stay there. Unfortunately,the cooling cum between us was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable.
Tony raised his head. “Shower?”
“As long as we can shower together,” I replied.
His grin lit up his entire face. “I like that idea.”
He lifted his body off me and we shuffled into his ensuite. Tony’s shower was amazing. More than big enough for two men, it had large rainfall showerheads mounted at both ends and a handheld massaging showerhead that had many very interesting uses. Needless to say, the shower took a lot longer than usual.
When we went back into Tony’s bedroom, I saw that Tony had folded my clothes from last night and put them on a chair in the corner of the room. As much as I didn’t relish the idea of putting on the shirt I’d sweated in for two and a half hours the night before, there was nothing for it.
I headed for the chair, but Tony stopped me by drawing me into his arms. “I can give you a clean pair of sweats and a T-shirt to wear home. That way you don’t have to put dirty clothes on your nice, clean body.”
And now I wanted to dirty up my body again. I kissed him lightly on the lips and stepped back. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. It was after nine in the morning, and I had work to do. Tony had interviews to attend at his office. “Being a responsible adult sucks,” I muttered.
Tony snorted a laugh. “Truth.” He got the sweats and T-shirt from his dresser and pulled out a set for himself. “How about I make us some coffee before you go?”
“Sounds good to me,” I replied.
Once the coffee was brewed and poured, he leaned against the counter while I leaned against the kitchen table. He took a sip of his coffee and met my gaze. “So what does dating look like for you?”
I paused with my cup halfway to my mouth. “That’s a good question. No one’s ever asked me that before.” I paused and took a moment to enjoy the strong brew before I answered. “I guess I want to spend time together, just the two of us. I like talking to you. I know some of the things we’ve done felt like dates.” My mouth twisted in a grimace. “I feel bad about that. I wasn’t trying to mess with your head. I think…” I shook my head. “No. I know I was in denial of how I really felt about you.”
“And now?” he asked quietly.
“And now I want to try. I trust you more than I’ve trusted anyone in a very long time.” My heart did a silly flip. “I think we could be good together.”
Tony set his mug down on the counter. Then he took mine and put it on the table. He folded me in his arms and kissed me. “I think so too, baby. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for giving us a chance.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
TONY
Greg and I walked out of my apartment building together to wait for the taxi I’d ordered for him. “You didn’t have to do this. I could have taken the subway.”
I kissed his cheek. “Nope. If we’re dating, I get to spoil you.”
“Okay,” he agreed quietly, a light blush coloring his cheeks.
I cupped his face and gave him a chaste kiss since we were in the middle of the sidewalk. “I’ll call you when I’m done at work.”
