“Wanna see you come,” I said, spreading precome down the length, pausing to lick it off the pad of my thumb, salt and musk andIggybursting over my tongue.
“Gonna have to do more than tickle it,” Iggy murmured, still looking down, biting his lip. I could see his toned stomach working as he switched to tight little thrusts so he could watch me and ride me at the same time, muscles clenching around me.
“Do I?” I asked, reaching out again, brushing my knuckles along the length. “Because itlookslike you could come on my cock without any help.”
“I could,” Iggy admitted, still out of breath. “But Iwantyou to touch me.”
I’d never been able to deny him anything, and I wasn’t about to deny him this.
Iggy threw his head back again as I wrapped my fingers around his cock, done with teasing. I wanted to see him come, more than anything, and I didn’t want to wait any longer.
“Close,” Iggy warned, a choked-off moan that didn’t tell me anything I couldn’t feel in his body—the tension of his muscles, the fresh rush of precome.
He surged forward to kiss me, gasping into my mouth as he coated my fingers and both of our stomachs. I gripped his ass and sealed our mouths together as the peak of my orgasm hit, thrusting deep into him.
Bliss. Sheer, uncomplicated bliss stretching out into a short eternity. For a shining moment there was only Iggy, and he was all there needed to be.
A hiss warned me that the friction was getting to be too much on oversensitive parts, and it took me a few heartbeats to realize I was the one hissing, too caught up in the heat and taste and smell of Iggy’s body.
Once we caught our breath, he sat up to watch me lick my fingers clean and then bent down to kiss me again, chasing the taste of himself on my tongue, humming happily as he licked it off.
It’d been a long,longtime since I’d felt this sexy.
“Get off me and I’ll grab a washcloth,” I said, nudging Iggy’s nose with my own.
He made an unhappy sound, but obeyed a second later, flopping onto the other side of the bed, naked and glistening with sweat, spent cock soft between his parted thighs.
For just a second, it was enough to take my breath away.
14
Iggy
Harvey came backafter what felt like four hours with a washcloth in one hand and Theo under the other arm, wagging his tiny tail like this was the best day of his life.
I couldn’t blame him, I wouldn’t exactly have been mad about being carried around by a naked Harvey, either.
“Someone demanded a cuddle,” Harvey said, kissing Theo on the top of his head before setting him down on the bed, cleaning me off with gentle strokes, mindful of still-sensitive parts, smiling softly the whole time.
“Since when are you a sucker for dogs?” I asked.
“You know, normally I’m not,” Harvey said, tossing the washcloth aside and lifting the blankets up so we could both crawl under them. “There’s something about him, though,” he finished, petting Theo as he peppered little puppy kisses all over his face.
“He’s a sweetheart,” I agreed. “We share a birthday, you know. I’d been thinking about a dog for a while, when one of the local ones had puppies on my birthday… I knew he was the one. Runt of the litter, so shy and quiet when I met him.”
“Not so shy and quiet anymore,” Harvey said.
“I’ve had practice dragging shy and quiet people out of their shell,” I said, letting my fingers brush against Harvey’s as he petted Theo.
I didn’t exactlymisswallflower Harvey—I liked seeing him like this—but I did still remember him.
“Why Theo?” Harvey asked.
“Short for Theobromine,” I said. “It’s—”
“The alkaloid that makes chocolate taste like chocolate,” Harvey finished for me.
“Wow.” I blinked at him, surprised he knew that.
