He tilted his head, staring at me as hot sparks rippled through my stomach. “Do you need to be romanced, Caelyx? Should I seduce you?”
“No.” He was pretty much constantly seducing me just by existing in the same room I was in. I was practically panting as I watched him unbutton his jeans and let them drop to the floor. I knew I should peel mine off too, but a brief jolt of nerves stopped me.
“Me neither.” He stepped up to the bed, lifting a knee up onto it. When he leaned down toward me, he stopped.
“Did you use my shampoo?”
“Yeah,” I said. “You have no idea how hard it was not to jerk off in the shower when your smell was, like, permeating my lungs.”
He grinned as he threw a leg over me, straddling my hips and settling his weight on my body. Resting his palms on my chest, he stared down at me with an expression I could only think todescribe as affectionate. How many guys got to see that look on his face? It couldn’t have been many.
“I appreciate your restraint, and I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” he said, shifting on me just enough that his firm butt scraped along the length of my stiff cock. Even through the layer of denim, the sensation made me whimper.
I stroked up his abdomen, my fingers trailing over the textured lines of his top surgery scars, before nudging at his nipples. He twitched on top of me, biting down into his full lower lip as I circled them with my thumbs.
“I seriously love your body,” I breathed out. “You are so fucking hot.”
“I know you do,” he said. It was a simple response, but the genuine confidence in the tone made me happy. There was no doubt in his mind that I was completely fucking gone for him. I was glad he knew that. I’d never been so captivated by anyone before.
He slunk down onto my chest, pressing his lips into my neck and sucking as his hips ground down onto mine again. Letting out a harsh breath, I gripped his slim waist like a lifeline.
“Remember when I told you not to give me a hickey?” He wondered, lifting his mouth off me just to blow a stream of cold air onto the spot he’d dampened. I shivered.
“Leave marks on me. I want you to.”
“Really? You won’t be embarrassed?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
Snorting, he rewarded my earnest shamelessness with another kiss to my neck, then sucked hard enough that I had to suppress a little groan. He moved down my collarbone, licking and sucking and biting me, taking his time even though he had to know I was on the verge of exploding.
When he licked one of my nipples, a bolt of pleasure coursed down my chest straight to my balls.
“Ah, wait,” I rasped out. I didn’t cherish the idea of wearing precum-soaked boxers again anytime soon. “Let me take these off.”
“It’s already that bad?” He mused, but he didn’t stop teasing my nipple as it pebbled up against his tongue.
“Getting there,” I panted. His teeth scraped over me, and I bucked up so my cock was smashed between his legs. “Cupcake.”
He relented at my pitiful whine, and carefully lifted off me so I could finish undressing. When I tugged down my pants and wriggled out of them, his eyes locked onto my stiff dick, where there was already precum beaded at the tip. Swiping a thumb over my slit to collect it, he lifted it to my mouth so I could suck it off.
“So…” He started, and for just a brief second, I could see doubts flickering over that confidence in his eyes. I hated that he would have doubts about anything when it came to me. Hoping to distract him from whatever it was, I drew his thumb back into my mouth, sucking the tip the way he’d done to me in the car. He seemed to understand, his expression softening a bit. “When I’ve done this before, I’m the one waiting for him. And so when the guy gets here, I’m already… Ready.”
Ready. The word lit up in my head like a flashbulb, and I blinked to clear it. He wasn’t… Ready? My confusion must have been obvious on my face, because he stared at me for a few moments before going on.
“My strap-on,” he elaborated.
“Oh! Right. In my defense,” I said, because he’d blinked at me like I was an idiot. “Most of my blood is not being used for brain function right now.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, reaching down and giving my cock a few long, slow strokes. I whimpered, arching into his hand, our intense eye contact only magnifying the sensation. “You do look a little distracted.”
“Oh, fuck. Touch me more,” I pleaded, when he lifted his hand away.
His pretty eyes, ringed with dark eyeliner, danced with amusement but he shook his head, lifting all the way off me and stepping down onto the floor.
“I have something better, if you can be patient for a second.”
“Okay,” I agreed, even though my nerve endings were begging for more stimulation.
