“You are trying to kill me, aren’t you?” I whined as he stroked me just enough to be irritating.
“Only in the best way,” he murmured against my skin. And then he attached his mouth to my hole.
Moaning like the wanna-be-porn-star I was, John intensified his mission like a man starved. I pushed my ass back to get closer because I’d forgotten how good it felt to do this. Usually, I was the top doing all the ass-eating, so this trip down memory lane was making me giddy and would make me cum if he wasn’t careful.
I lost track of time when he alternated his mouth and fingers on me, and just when I thought my eyeballs might stay permanently in the back of my head, he finally took pity on me.
My ass and my skin were wet from his mouth, and when the cool air ghosted over my skin, another big shiver ripped from me.
Another tap on my hip got my attention.
“Turn over, baby. I wanna see your face when I take you.”
Flopping to my back without argument, I looked up into the face of the man whose dick I was falling for. Unable to take my eyes off him, John coated himself in lube and snapped the bottle shut. Tossing it to the side, he leaned down and took my mouth in a tender kiss. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he managed to slide into me while I clung to him.
We groaned in relief as he inched himself inside me, gently thrusting his hips while still attached to my mouth. I loosened my monkey hold on him and reached for my cock. Two strokes in, he batted my hand away.
I yanked my head back when he shifted his hips to hit my prostate. Electricity arced through me as he worked his body likea male dancer in and out while touching every sensitive spot, building my pleasure to a new height.
With stamina I didn’t know he had, John worked my body over, then stopped to kiss me stupid, only to pick himself up and keep going.
Normally, I was a chatty fucker during sex, but this was different. There was a connection we both felt, and I didn’t want my stupid mouth to ruin this for him. Or myself. And that was a first.
I lost track of everything except John the last time he started up again. And when my release was approaching, he didn’t stop. He grabbed my shaft with one hand and balanced his body with the other when my channel began to contract.
He stroked me through my release, and when he came a few strokes later, his eyes closed momentarily before opening to pin me with his gaze.
A confusing mix of feelings washed through me, but this time they felt more right than wrong. Something was changing inside me, and it had everything to do with John Langdon.
When our lips met again, I think my heart claimed him. And for the first time in a very long time, I felt loved.
CHAPTER 19
JOHN
We’d settledinto a new routine that centered around work during the day, and exploring Portland at night. Greer and Austin had gone back to Costa Rica after the party for an extended honeymoon before the pre-season started. That meant we needed to pick up the loose ends for GQ.
It wasn’t long after we’d turned over our intel on Clay Turner to GQ that the lawsuit had been dropped. Of course, we never told anyone about the more sensitive details of the mission. We chose to keep them to ourselves.
We started each morning crawling out of bed at the crack of dawn to run. Brent never wanted to go the same way twice, so we zigzagged our way across the city. We’d discovered multiple new routes around town that always ended at a local diner for breakfast. I wasn’t going to complain because it was a great way for me to learn the lay of the land, and there was no time for me to cook.
Every night that we had an opportunity to stay in, Brent ended up on top of me on the sofa and the octopus games began.
Again I wasn’t complaining. I’d smiled more in the last three weeks than I had in the last three years.
Longer summer days meant warmer nights for us to explore the city’s nightlife. At the end of the day, we’d meet up somewhere like Alejandro’s for a beer and a burger when our schedules had taken us in different directions. We’d sit at the bar and talk, always some part of our bodies touching as we talked to the bartenders and watched the game. Alejandro and Ben joined us sometimes, and it quickly reaffirmed that I’d made the right decision moving to Portland. Laura had been right. My happiness was here. I needed her to come visit or I could take Brent to San Diego.
So when Austin and Greer returned, I told GQ we were off the clock for the weekend.
“Look,” I said, sitting across from him in the office. “We’ve covered everything for the last three weeks. I want to stay home, cook for my hu—homie, and watch some sports.”
The fucker grinned at me. “So things are going well?”
I tried to suppress a smile. “They are going as well as could be expected.”
“Glad to hear it. So coming here was the right decision. I knew it would be.”
I rolled my eyes and stood from the chair. “I’m going home and find my roommate.”
