“You keep looking at me like that,” I murmur, my voice low and rough, “and I’m going to forget that we broke up and this, what we’re doing right now, can’t happen. Or the fact that I want more.”
Malcolm’s lips curve into a slow smirk. “Then maybe you should forget. I know I want to. In my mind, we’re still together. We’re finally on the same page for our present and our future now.”
That is all it takes.
“Are you sure about that?” I ask, my voice tight with restraint. It’s taking every ounce of my control to keep it together.
Malcolm nods, his voice little more than a whisper. “I want you, Jefferson. Always have. Not just for tonight but for the rest of my life.”
My mouth crashes against his, a claiming kiss that leaves no room for doubt. It’s pure heat and hunger. Our hands begin to roam each other, our clothes a hindrance, keeping us from being skin to skin. Clothes shift. Fingers slip under shirts, tugging, pulling, exploring bare skin as we rediscover each other's touch.
Malcolm lets out a gasp when my mouth moves and my teeth graze the underside of his jaw, and I can’t help but smile, savoring the sound.
“Bedroom,” I growl, needing to devour him. To be buried deep inside of him as I fill him with my cum.
Malcolm barely manages a breathless “Yeah,” before I’m standing, pulling him to his feet, guiding him down the hall. I’ve been here so many times before I could make my way to his bedroom in pure darkness.
We somehow make it to the bedroom, half-laughing, half-kissing, as we pull each other's clothes off along the way until we’re in nothing but our birthday suits. I spin him around, walking him backward until his legs bump the edge of the bed.
“Lie back for me,” I tell him as I watch his chest rising, eyes dark and heavy with lust.
Malcolm obeys without hesitation as he shifts his body, pulling his legs onto the bed, moving toward the center of it.
I place my knee on the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight as I slowly climb over him. Once I’m straddling him, l lower my head, stealing another kiss. One full of heat. Tonight I plan to take everything Malcolm has to give and worship him at the same time.
I don’t rush. Not when I have Malcolm exactly where I want him—beneath me, breathless, waiting—as I take my time teasing him. He’s tortured me by keeping us a dirty secret for so long; it’s time to return the favor.
My hands skim over his bare skin, palms broad and warm, claiming every inch of his body. Dipping my head lower, I pepper kisses along his chin, neck and collarbone, nipping him lightly with my teeth, tugging on his skin. Malcolm arches his body into me, his lips parting, a soft sigh slipping past his lips that sends a shiver down my spine.
“You feel that?” I murmur, brushing my knuckles over the curve of his hip. “The way I still affect you. How you crave me?”
Malcolm swallows hard. “Y-yessss,” he drags the word out.
I move my mouth to his ear, chuckling softly before I speak. “Good.”
I continue kissing him. My lips travel lower down his body, mapping out a path from his neck, collarbone, the center of his chest, kiss after kiss, making my way to the appendage I crave the most. Malcolm’s fingers curl into the sheets, and I’m loving it.
I grip his shaft in my hand, stroking it slowly from base to tip. “This cock is mine.”
Malcolm gazes at me, locking his hungry eyes with mine. “Yours,” he purrs.
Something primal stirs deep inside me at Malcolm’s honesty. The way his voice trembles for me. Normally I'm the one to have my cock sucked, but I decide to give a little to Malcolm tonight. Opening my mouth, my tongue slips out, licking around the tip, lapping at the seam.
“Ahhh…oh fuck,” he moans, his head pressing back into the pillow as he grips the sheets tighter, wrinkling the fabric between his fingers.
I bring his tip into my mouth, taking him in deeper as I massage his balls in my free hand. Malcolm moves his hand, his fingertips slipping through my salt and pepper strands. Bobbing my head faster, I push him to the brink, then pull back, edging him.
He did make me wait, so he doesn’t get to come. Not just yet anyway, not until I do.
Tonight isn’t just about us having pleasure. No, it’s about reminding him of the dynamics of our relationship. While I crave control, taking charge, Malcolm enjoys the surrender, the submissiveness.
“Ahh, baby, I need to come,” Malcolm whines, and I laugh, the gruff rumble vibrating along his cock. “Oh god, please let me come.”
I release him from my mouth with a soft pop. Malcolm gazes at me, his eyes half lidded as his chest rapidly rises and falls.
“Are the condoms and lube still in the same place?”
Malcolm nods, too worked up to answer. He goes to reach for his cock, and I swat his hand away.
