His other hand twists my dick, mimicking how I did it to him last night. I hold back my thoughts, my words. Everything in me wants to shut down and spill on his hand.
Of course he notices and taunts me about it. “You like that?”
“You know I do,” I growl.
His hand in my hair slips down my wet body until his thumb twirlsover my wet tip. My breath leaves me in a low sound I don’t like hearing out of me.
“Ocean Eyes, I love it when you melt. You go so soft, even though you’re sohard.”
“I don’t melt.”
“Sure you do, babe,” he says. “Right into my arms.”
I smack his thigh. He laughs and strokes me faster.
My head falls. I want him so bad. I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted anyone like this before.
Stan makes my heart feel alive. It beats harder. Faster. Feels different. Fuller.
The blame’s on him.
He kisses my shoulder. Heat runs up my side.
“You can ask about the tattoo,” he says.
I can’t think or function enough to say anything back.
“We’ll talk about it soon.” He kisses my neck. “Right now, you’re too close to coming, aren’t ya? Can’t pay attention to anything I say, huh?”
I think I make a sound that comes out from the back of my throat. Don’t know how it sounded to Stan, but he laughs some more into my wet hair.
“Love it when I make ya lose your mind, Calix,” he whispers.
None of the words stick to me. They go in one ear and out the other. But his deep voice does things to me nothing ever has before. My pulse leaps. My core tenses. I need release.
When I feel his lips on my ear… When I feel one of his hands cup my aching balls while the other keeps pumping my cock fasterand faster…
“Fuck!” I cry out, coming so hard I see stars.
TheE’s erased. His grin stays. His laugh fills the stall, fills my lungs, fills the space in my chest I thought died in the fall.
But I came out the other side, feeling so damn alive.
When my eyes flutter open, I angle my head to steal a kiss from him, to wipe that damn smirk off his face.
My breaths come out ragged. He pulls away. My come’s all over his hand, but he brings it to his tongue. He stares right at me, making sure I see every second of him cleaning my sticky come off his fingers.
Stan takes his time, moaning when he licks his lips. His other hand cups the side of my face.
“As delicious as that was, Ocean Eyes, we need proper breakfast,” he says. “We need the stamina for later tonight.”
It’s a blur after that.
We towel off fast. Clothes go on faster. Shirts slightly crooked from how quickly he pulls his over his head. Mine too. He bumps my arm when we leave for the mess hall.
“I like mornings with you,” he mumbles.
My heart thumps hard. Pretty sure I’m leaking through my boxers. But he needs to know I feel the same way. “Yeah,” I say. “Me too.”
