He turns and walks down the hall, bare feet soft on the carpet.
‘Wait!’ I call out as his hand settles on the door handle to enter his room.
Finally,finally,my body kicks into action and I take off like a rocket after him.
‘Is everything oka?—?’
I don’t even let him finish his question. I put my palm on his cheek, exactly like I’ve been imagining and haul our faces together. My mouth crashes against his as I take everything I’ve been fantasising about since I suggested he stay with me.
He goes completely still and I ready myself to step back, but then his hands find my shirt and fist around the fabric, pulling me closer. Our whole bodies clash together, and it’s a battle for dominance.
‘Holy fuck,’ I mumble against him, but he uses it as an opportunity to penetrate my mouth, his tongue lashing over mine in a hot, wet fight.
His hand must find the door handle again at some point because we stumble into his room. Clothes go flying– his, mine– as we fumble and curse and scramble to get naked, then we fall onto his bed in a jumble of limbs.
This is for sure going to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. And I don’t even care.
ChapterTwelve
Caleb
It’s like I blink and suddenly I’m under Johannes’s naked body, our dicks lined up way too perfectly as we kiss, feverishly. I don’t even get a moment to appreciate how gorgeous he is naked. I can feel the hard edges of his six pack as my fingers trail them like a map.
This might just be the best kiss of my life, and when his hand strays from where he was clutching the back of my neck down to my stomach, edging ever closer to our cocks, I can’t stop the groan that echoes in his mouth.
Just when I’m not sure it can get any better than this, his big hand begins to wrap around both of our dicks, creating the perfect friction as he moves slowly against me. I can’t stop theway my back arches off the bed, feeding his hungry fist, his thumb catching the first treacle of pre-cum to lube up his hand.
It’s heaven on earth with every thrust, especially when his lips latch on to the side of my neck. They are gentle at first, delivering soft kisses, but then, as our pace picks up and each slide of our cocks becomes more slick and desperate, he begins to nip at a sensitive spot just behind my ear, his tongue quickly soothing over it after every scrape of his teeth.
When he pulls back, his eyes are molten brown and his gaze is so hot I can feel it on every inch of my skin.
‘You’re so fucking gorgeous,’ he whispers, before dipping back into my neck and working down to my collarbone.
What. The. Fuck.
I still can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe I’ve somehow managed to fall into bed with someone as hot as Johannes Müller. A world-class F1 racing driver. Who knows how to cook. Who knows about wine. Whose taste in music is immaculate. What kind of luck is this?
One hand is still tangled in my hair, tugging softly every time he needs better access to my neck or for grip, to maintain the friction between our bodies.
It’s everything and hardly anything at the same time. I imagine this is nothing to Johannes. It’s not like I haven’t heard all the stories about his and Harper’s sex escapades.
But I’m way too close to the edge for a little bit of frotting. There’s warmth coiling in my stomach faster than ever before. It’sneverfelt like this before. So perfectly aligned, so desperate. Like, I want to come so badly– but I also want this to last forever.
His hand slides down the side of my body, fingers making my skin tingle– especially as he scrapes down the curve ofmy ass before landing on my thigh. He pulls back to get a better look at us, pausing for a mere second before he takes us both in his hands, his knee settling between mine to line us up better again. His calloused hand is delicious as we both thrust upwards and I can’t stop the way I cry out, ‘Holy fuck.’
Johannes’s grin widens to that perfect pearly-white smirk and I feel myself surrendering to him. I’m completely at his mercy, which is the total opposite from our day jobs.
Oh fuck. My job. Our jobs. Fuck, we should not be doing this. I mean, I’m pretty sure he’d be fine, but I’m replaceable. They could fire my ass for this, I’m sure.
‘Stop, stop. Sorry. Stop.’ He practically springs back from where he’s been grinding against me, freeing both of our dicks from his grip, elbows catching him at the end of the bed.
‘Everything okay? Was that too much?’ He props himself up, and it’s not fair that this man is such a work of art and I’m about to give up a chance of one night with him.
‘Sorry, we can’t do this. Fuck, we work together Johannes!’ I swear I hear the moment his teeth clench together, the excitement fading from his face so quickly it’s like I imagined it. What was I even thinking? This job, this job is all I have.
‘You weren’t saying that five minutes ago when you were sucking my face.’
And now he’s being pouty, which I hate to admit looks really fucking good on him.
