I can’t remember the last time I kissed for this long. Or this deeply. Dair doesn’t let go of my hair the whole time, like he thinks I’ll stop kissing him back if he frees me.
I won’t.
Turns out this is the kind of bondage I am into. I’m going nowhere, and I’m not complaining about any of that tugging. This is the best I’ve felt in I don’t know how long. One thing is for certain—my cock isn’t confused any longer. It wants out of my jeans, and Dair is on the same page.
He lets go of my hair to slide his hands south while we kiss. His palms are still slick. They skim my bare chest, those same soothing fingers now leaving tingles, and that journey south stops at the bulge behind my fly. His knuckles brush over it. Do it again, slower. And harder. Dair stares down at what he’s done to me before his gaze rises, and if I thought he looked good before, this version is even better.
This shine in his eyes is one hundred percent sexual, and I like that difference. Like, too, that his voice turns easily as rough as I’ve sounded several times this evening. It tells me I’m not alone in wanting this more than breathing.
“Vincent, can we?—”
Can we?
Fuck, yes.
Should we?
I’ll think about that later. Right now, I’m more invested in getting his clothes off.
I want to touch him like he’s touched me. Want him completely naked and bent over the sink so I can get my mouth on him where he’ll get similar tingles to the ones he’s made me feel all over.
Fuck tingles.
He’s taken my mind off the emptiness that?—
No.
I’m not thinking about someone who didn’t need me once I served my purpose. Who used me, a fact that Blake spat out the same way a rifle spits out bullets. And I’m not going to waste a single moment on a future-faker who Harry said sold dreams but never, ever came through when it mattered.
Dair’s a different person.
He must be. I’ve had more care in this bathroom than I know what to do with, and all of it came from someone else who hasbeen royally shafted. He lifts his arms, and I stop thinking about anything that doesn’t involve getting him naked.
I’m gonna make him feel as good as he’s made me. As relieved and as connected. I get his fleece jacket gone and the scrub top he wore beneath it, which lets me see more than a lean torso and sprinkling of auburn chest hair. It also shows me that he’s as up for fucking as me—he stands between my spread legs, his hard-on tenting his trousers, and I change my mind about where I want my mouth on him first.
I’ll suck him off before I rim him.
I get started on that by releasing his dick. At least I try to—the drawstring of his trousers fights back. I’m all fingers and thumbs, but the heel of my palm must push against someplace that feels good—he drags in a sharp breath, and his knees buckle.
I catch him again.
Haul him back to straddle my lap.
Meet eyes that are suddenly all deep, dark pupils. “Yeah?”
He nods, so I repeat the movement that caused his sharp inhale, slower this time, and more firmly. The heel of my palm presses him from root to tip, and Dair shudders. He also locks his arms around my neck for a second time this evening, like I’m a rock to cling to.
I can be that for one evening. Can give him what he needs tonight instead of taking from him like every other fucker he’s encountered lately. So that’s what I do—I rub his dick through his trousers like we’ve got all the time in the world, all while snogging his face off.
I haven’t done this in forever.
Haven’t got off with someone like we’re both teens fumbling our way to a first time. My tongue makes itself at home with his while layers of fabric are still between me and what else I want to get my mouth on, but he likes what I’m currently doing toomuch for me to race ahead. He must do—Dair squirms, humping into my hand, and lets out little sounds that do it for me in ways I don’t have words for.
His fingers find my hair again, slip-sliding and tugging.
My poor, poor dick. I make it wait, too intent on earning more of those noises, but I do at least win one battle—that drawstring gives up the fight to keep me out. I shove down his underwear and get my hand on him.
Our kiss breaks, and Dair’s eyes are so dark I can’t tell if he’s hot for this or startled.
