I push him toward the bed, fraught with nerves and desire.“My turn to suck you.”
“No.”He braces his feet, unmoving.“Your journal… He forced himself down your throat.”
“That’s the past.I want the future.”
I need him to impale me on his cock and fuck me until I forget.I want his filthy commands in my ear as he fills me with hot come and sweet memories.
“I’m not going to fuck you.Not your throat.Not your ass.”He reaches between us and palms my erection.“Not tonight.”
“I hate that for you.Try again.”
“Don’t be a brat.We’ll try something safe tonight.”He grips himself with his free hand and strokes us in tandem.“Something new for both of us.”
“I’m listening.”I cling to his shoulders as fresh need spikes fast, driving my hips and working myself in his grip.
“Do you have lube?”He kisses my lips, my neck, his hand never slowing between my legs.
“Bathroom.”
We separate long enough to cross the room and file into the en suite.I perch on the edge of the counter and glance at his tattoo.
Jaguar claws curl protectively around a feathered heart, fully healed.The composition, the restraint, the promise of what’s coming… I love how good it looks.
My gaze lifts to his.“I want to finish it.”
“Yes, with my hands on you.”
We share a moment of eye contact, panting, muscles tense, ready to tear each other apart.The release he gave me feels like a preview, just enough to light every nerve on fire.
He finds the lube in the first drawer he opens.
“Is this yours?”He squirts a generous glob into his palm.
“It’s a throwback to when Frankie shared this place with the pillow humpers.”
He rubs his palms together and greases up my cock.
His divine mastery of my anatomy, the speed at which his hands work me into a lather, and the promise glinting in his heavy-lidded eyes… Damn it all.This is torture.
“Sweet suffering balls.”My legs shake, and my head falls back on my shoulders.“You’re a dick-whispering wizard.”
“And you’re my—”
“Does that sentence end inmagic wand?”
“Maybe.”He traps a smile between his front teeth.
“Cute.How about I do the jokes, and you do—” I shudder in the cruel squeeze of his fist.“That.”
“Let’s switch places.”
He doesn’t release my cock as we circle each other, trading ground and pressing closer.He stops at the sink, turns his back to me, and drags his hands down his inner thighs, rubbing the remainder of the lube into his skin.
Thrown by what he’s doing, I stare at the twin dimples above his sculpted ass.
The set of his shoulders, the lubrication along the inside of his legs, and the way he doesn’t look back to check if I’m following…
It’s an invitation.
