His response to my warning was to tighten his grip on my hands. I got the message. I was his, and he’d take care of me his way. I let out a deep moan, my fingers fisting the sheets, as Orion took more of my cock into his mouth with each bob of his head.
My body tensed under his touch, and when I closed my eyes, all I saw was sparkly white light. Orion used his tongue to apply more pressure to the underside of my shaft and the friction was too much. I whimpered because I didn’t want to come.
In an almost sadistic move, he released my arms and pushed his hand between my legs. His finger pressed against my hole, sending me over the edge and into oblivion.
Free of his hold, my hips pressed up as the first wave of release washed over me. I came hard; an intense prickling radiated out from my groin. It was the most intense orgasm of my life, and it seemed to continue for minutes.
Orion removed his fingers and slowed the movement of his tongue. When my cock stopped spasming, he swallowed and kissed his way up my body. His body blanketed mine, and he planted a soft kiss on my lips.
He collapsed on top of me, his solid weight comforting. “That was incredible,” I whispered. “But I’m supposed to take care of you.”
“Says who?” He propped himself up on his elbows. “You’re supposed to do what I want. That includes me spoiling you every chance I get. Don’t worry, I’ll take you the way you want when I’m ready.”
His teasing promise thrilled me and left me eager for more. “When can I take care of you?”
“Soon,” he said with a wicked grin. “I was too close, and I need to calm down so I can enjoy it longer.”
“You realize your control doesn’t extend to when I’m taking care of you.”
“I’m counting on it.” He lowered himself onto me again and wrapped me in his secure embrace. “For now, I’m still in charge, and I want to hold you for a while.”
I settled into him, marveling at how perfectly in sync we were. A tiny voice of caution told me to keep some distance before I lost the ability, but it didn’t work that way. Either I gave him everything, or we wouldn’t survive. I wanted an us, so I needed to give him all of me.
And that’s what I intended to do.
Orion finished his third helping of the butter basted sirloin tips I whipped up after we showered again. He was sweet when he tried to help, and while washing and peeling the spudswasn’t exactly cooking, the garlic mashed potatoes had been delicious in no small part due to his efforts. I finished it off with roasted asparagus drizzled with olive oil and lemon zest. The meal, while not terribly fancy, was special enough for our first date night.
It might be a bit premature to call it a date night, but the way Orion looked at me, I had no doubts we were more than friends. There was a lot for us to work out, but he’d been clear I could ask him anything and he’d tell me.
I watched him over the rim of my wine glass as he put his knife and fork down. The expression on his face said he enjoyed the food, which was totally satisfying. Food porn was one way to a man’s heart.
“That was incredible, Zeke.” He held up his wine glass to toast me. “How did you do this in such a short time?”
The compliment, offered so freely and sincerely, made me glow inside. The heady feeling of finally being open and honest with each other did nothing to diminish the electricity between us. If anything, it heightened the sense of intimacy. I felt lighter, unburdened in a way that made me brave.
I took a sip to make the moment last a little longer. “Cooking isn’t as hard as people think. It just takes practice and training. A trained mechanic can easily fix something I couldn’t with days to try.”
“Can you teach me? I’d like to be able to make you dinner sometimes but don’t want to poison you.”
The request took me by surprise. Icouldteach him, but did I want to? It was something special I could do for him. Did I want to give up my one unique talent? The way he watched me, I realized how foolish such thinking was. I’d never be as good a fighter as Orion, but his training made me better. “Sure, but not because I’m worried you’ll kill me with your cooking. It takes more effort to create something toxic than delicious.”
“You’ve never tasted my cooking.”
I hadn’t, but his wanting to learn left me eager to see how he did. “Maybe not, but it’s sweet of you to want to learn.”
Orion’s watch ruined our moment by pinging with an incoming call request. He glanced and almost frowned. “Gabriel.”
With obvious reluctance, he accepted the transmission. A crisp holographic image flickered to life in the middle of the table. Gabriel was seated in what appeared to be his office. He smiled before he spoke.
“Did I interrupt dinner?”
“Yes,” Orion said. “But we’d mostly finished.”
“I remember going to your restaurant in Paris, Zeke. If you’re putting that skill to work, Orion is a lucky angel.”
I felt the tips of my ears burn, but I didn’t turn away. “Yes, he’s quite lucky. Having an appreciative guest brings out the chef in me.”
Gabriel cleared his throat. “Excellent. I’m glad to hear you’ve gotten past your rocky start.”
