When I find it, Specter shouts my name, his voice fading into a whimper as I rub my finger against it. An explosion of his precum floods my tongue and it’s my turn to moan.
I pull off to say, “You taste good.”
“Oh fuck,” he moans. “Fuck, this is good.”
“You like being fingered by me?”
He whimpers, nodding as he opens his eyes. “Love it.”
I want to kiss him, but I push the urge aside for a minute and focus on my tasks, finding a rhythm before I add a second finger. Specter buries his hands in my hair, twisting and bucking his hips, fucking my throat and my fingers. He’s close. I can tell from his strained breathing, from his grip on my hair, from the bursts of precum in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “Fuck, I’m gonna—Colson!”
His body tenses as the first stream of cum hits my tongue. I suck him through his release, letting up on the pressure in his hole, and when he shivers and flinches slightly, I let him slide from my mouth and lay my head on his belly, careful to avoid his injury.
We lie like that for several minutes, both of us breathing heavily and basking in the afterglow. My cock is still hard, but I can deal with it later.
“Come up here?” Specter says, smoothing his hand over my hair. “Want to kiss you.”
I crawl up and straddle his lap, draping my arms around his neck and searching his eyes. He slides his hand to the back of my neck, drawing our mouths together, and when he kisses me, any remaining tension in me melts away.
“You’re so fucking amazing,” he whispers against my lips. “I love you.”
“I know.”
“Good. I want to suck you off.”
“Later. You need to rest now.”
“Nah, baby, I’m good.”
I give him a hard look. “Arguing with me won’t get you what you want any faster.” I kiss his cheek. “We both need a nap.”
He sighs but nods. “Fine.”
Smirking, I wink at him. “So good for me.”
He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. “Your fucking mouth, babe. Unreal.”
“Just my mouth?”
Specter shakes his head. “No.”
Leaning in, I kiss him softly, lingering and inhaling his scent. This man is my life now. It’s not what I expected all those months ago when he first came into Segreto, but maybe that’s one of the few surprises life still offers. Unexpected joys.
“In the bed with you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Ooh, I like the sound of that.”
“Don’t get used to it.” He fingers a lock of my hair. “Mon petithérisson.”
“Hey, your pronunciation is getting a lot better.”
He smirks. “Maybe I practice.”
“You’re unexpected.”
