Grabbing me, he pulls me to stand and crushes his mouth to mine before dragging us the rest of the way into the bedroom. He flips on the side table lights then nearly tosses me onto the bed.
He digs into one of the drawers, pulling out the lube I bought a week ago. I take in his body—warm, golden-brown skin glowing under the soft light. His chest flexes as he leans over, ripping down my boxers and leaving me completely bare.
“If I could have you naked in my bed every damn day, Ayden, I’d be the luckiest man in the world.” The way he looks at me, like I’m the sweetest cake he’s ready to devour, sends goosebumps crawling across my body. “You’re making a mess for me.”
I don’t want to look away from him, but by the way he stares at my cock, I can’t help it. I look just long enough to see my precum dripping across my stomach.
“Do you want me to clean you up?”
Lifting myself onto my elbows, I bite my lip and nod.
He drops instantly to his knees on the bed and leans over me. His warm tongue traces a line along my abs, teasing but never touching the tip, just cleaning off my precum. My body begs for him to use his mouth like he had before. I’ve never craved anything like this, but now it feels like sustenance—I need it to survive.
Keo never seemed like the kind of man to do this, but as he lifts his eyes to meet mine, he lowers just enough to drag his tongue along the underside of my length.
“How anyone wouldn’t want to be right here is beyond me,” he murmurs, moving further down. “I love seeing you—” He flicks his tongue across my balls, and I literally jump. “Twitch. Seeing you pleased is like a drug, Ayden.”
When he presses his hands against my thighs, forcing me back, my eyes go wide. I’ve never been this vulnerable, and with the lights on no less. His gaze is locked on my cock, my balls… and wait, what is he?—
He curls me forward and, without another word, spreads me wide for him to flick across my ass.
I don’t recognize the sound that escapes me, grabbing the sheets for dear life as he goes back for more.
“Oh fuck, Keo!” My words come out choked as he circles my hole, before dragging his tongue across it. I’m honestly shocked at how good it feels. The sensation shoots straight up my back, like electricity is moving up and down my spine.
I vaguely hear a pop, but when a sudden cold sensation crosses my dick, I glance down at him. The unmistakable coating of lube has me panting uncontrollably. My chest rises and falls so violently I worry I might pass out.
His dominant hand wraps around me, stroking in slow, deliberate motions.
“Please, holy fuck, baby.” My moan comes out loud, and the grunt that follows has a vibrating sensation flowing through me.
He leans forward just enough to suck on my balls, sending my entire body into tense shudders. A finger brushes against my hole, and I mumble incoherent words.
He chuckles. “You better loosen up, sunshine. I definitely won’t fit if you don’t.”
As if he pulls the strings, I become completely pliant.
He laughs softly, just before pressing a finger inside me. I shut my eyes as pleasure overtakes every other sensation.
He pumps it in, then adds another, stretching me and sending my mind spinning into a place far from where it had been seconds ago.
All the while, he strokes my cock so slowly that my insides tie themselves into knots.
“Fuck, I’m addicted.”
When I reopen my eyes, my vision is blurred. My mouth feels dry, though I swear I’m salivating over the sight of Keo kneeling between my legs.
“You on any day is glorious, but like this? Fuck me… you’re a goddamnmasterpiece, Ayden.”
Alright. He needs to stop, or else I’ll cry during sex, and that just cannot happen.
As he withdraws his fingers, he reaches back for the lube. “I’ve decided I want to see the look on your face when I take what’s mine.”
The cool liquid slides down my ass, causing me to jerk slightly. I’m expecting him to simply spread my legs to fuck me, but I’m wrong. He lifts one of them over his shoulder, just like he did at the fire station. My heel rests against the curve of his neck, my ass hovering above his thighs.
His tip presses against my entrance, and I breathe out, “Keo, please.”
He grins—a glorious, possessive one that makes my chest tighten with want.
