He-Man closed the distance between us, leaving only inches between his chest and mine. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin as he brought his hand to my face. I closed my eyes as I waited for his lips on mine. He was going to kiss the fuck out of me.
But what I got was his thumb wiping the corner of my mouth.
My face contorted as I opened my eyes and looked up to find him biting his lip, trying to stifle a grin. He leaned down to my ear and whispered, “You were drooling.”
Groaning, I dropped my forehead to his shoulder as his big hand found my lower back and pulled me closer. His soft chuckle caused his beard to gently graze my ear. Goose bumps prickled along my skin, making me shiver.
His other hand landed on my shoulder and began massaging. Instinctively, I took a step back and tilted my head to glare into his warm hazel eyes that were almost swallowed up by his pupils. And the scent of him wreaked havoc on my nerves.
“I’m sorry, Rockstar. I just couldn’t help myself.” His sweet, congenial tone defused my embarrassment. I could blow up and call him an asshole, or I could just admit he turned me on. And with his hands on me, I preferred the latter.
“Yeah, well, you don’t play fair, He-Man. You come in here like that and expect me to…I don’t know…talk? All I know is I want to yank that towel off and put my mouth all over you.”
The electric current in the air was palpable, and I needed to touch him more than I needed my next breath.
Heat flared in his black irises as his eyes roamed my face. “I wouldn’t dream of stopping you, Rockstar.”
Another low groan rose from my throat as I fought to keep from climbing him like a tree. Instead, I lifted my right hand to skim my calloused fingertips over his shoulder and down his sculpted torso. He shivered at my touch as I trailed a single fingertip over his nipple and back through the valleys between his abdominal muscles. I watched his muscles tense and heard his breathing hitch as he held onto my shoulder.
Michael stood there like a Greek god and waited to see what I’d do. When I reached for the towel slung low on his hips, my breathing sped up. I could see his erection beginning to tent the towel. All I wanted was to unwrap him like a present and take him in hand.
“Rockstar,” he breathed out heavily. I could see his chest rise and fall with every labored breath. Looking up into his eyes, I found want and need swirling there.
I don’t know how long we stood in my bedroom looking at each other, but I didn’t want to move. No one had ever looked at me the way Michael Coleman did. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.
“He-Man,” I breathed out as his hands skimmed up my neck to my face and held me in place. The pained expression he wore told me he was conflicted. But I knew once we gave in to our desire, there would be no going back.
I leaned into his touch and smiled, waiting for him to close the distance. When he continued to stare into my eyes, I ran the palm of my left hand up his arm and over his shoulder. My fingers curled around his neck while I slipped a single digit into the edge of the towel and tugged it loose.
“I think we’ve wasted enough time, don’t you?”
His pupils swallowed his hazel irises as he brought his lips to mine. He-Man stepped closer as my right hand found his cock. He was hard and velvety-smooth. It felt like a branding iron in my hand as I squeezed it, circling my thumb over the leaking head and under the sensitive frenulum.
He-Man groaned and deepened our kiss. I pulled him closer with my left hand as the feel of his skin on mine once again melted all my nerves away. My fingers threaded through his short hair and catalogued how soft it was. I didn’t care if he wrecked my heart; I was giving in to the desire.
Our tongues explored each other, and I couldn’t get close enough to him. I wanted to melt into his warmth when he dropped his left arm to pull me closer. He rocked into my grasp, needing more.
Pulling back, I shifted us a quarter turn. “Sit down, baby,” I murmured. “I’m gonna take such good care of you.”
Michael sat on the edge of the bed just like I’d asked. He watched me with a steady gaze as I lowered myself to my knees. I ran my hands over his thighs covered in dark hair and shivered at the tingle it created. His warm hands skated from my shoulders up to my neck. I was grateful for the tender connection.
Stealing my attention from what I was doing, he took my head in his big hands and leaned forward to kiss a trail from my ear down my neck, before eventually taking my mouth again. This time, he threaded his fingers through my hair and held on for dear life.
The groan he released when I squeezed his leaking cock had my own dick pulsing in my sweats. I wanted to show him how much I cared, despite all our obstacles.
I pulled back to breathe and told him exactly what I wanted. “I want to run my hands all over you while I suck you off.”
He smiled and continued to look into my eyes with heat and a sexy confidence. He spread his arms out to the sides. “Like I said, I’m not stopping you. Take what you need, Rockstar.”
I grinned as he reclined on my bed and tucked his arms behind his head. His statuesque body stretched out as his dick bobbed in front of me. We’d see how long those arms stayed like that.
Grasping his warm cock, I trailed my tongue over the tip and around the edge of the head. He groaned as I took him slowly into my mouth and deep throated him.
“Fuck, fuck, that’s it. Swallow it.” He grunted and his body twitched when I ran my rough fingertips across his abs while I held his dick with the other one.
I sucked and continued to trail my calloused fingers over his skin as he jerked and tried to buck gently into my mouth.
Pulling off with a pop, I pumped him as I licked up the side. “You’re not in charge, He-Man. I am,” I said, before swallowing him again.
