“Luc–”
“Mmm?”
“I know you’re a little unsure about the dating thing, but… fuck, Luc, I want you.”
A sound rumbles out of him, like a moan but almost growly. I feel it through my sternum and in my groin. He drops his forehead to mine, both of us breathing heavily.
“I want you too, Jesse. I don’t know if–”
“We don’t have to do anything public,” I cut in quickly, my voice husky and desperate. “We can keep it just between us, I promise. Give me a chance? I don’t want this to be another one-time thing.”
“I don’t either.”
“Oh, thank fuck–” I crash my mouth into his again, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Now say you’ll spend the night?”
Luc’s shoulders shake. “Give an inch, take a mile.”
“I want you to give me all the inches,” I say, dropping my hand between us to make it obvious, just in case it wasn’t, what I’m talking about. My palm presses down on his bulge, and hethrusts into my hand. “I want to touch you,” I whisper into his mouth.
“You want a lot,” he teases, nipping my lip ring.
“Are you going to give it to me?” I say, my voice breaking a little as he licks at my pulse point. A low hum of approval rumbles in his chest.
My fingers slip into his waistband, and when he doesn’t seem like he wants to stop me, I push my hand inside and wrap my hand around him. Sighs of pleasure and relief come from both of us.
“Fuck, Luc. You aren’t wearing underwear.”
“I had to take them off. After earlier.” He blushes a little, and goddamn if I don’t find the juxtaposition between his confident, sexy teasing and timidity to be wildly endearing.
I don’t just want to fuck this man. I want to keep him.
The feel of his hot, smooth, bare skin and the realization that he’s been commando for the past two hours makes my cock unbearably hard. I’m reminded of how I regretted not getting him naked earlier. He already ruined his underwear enough to need to take them off, so it’s only courtesy that I make sure he doesn’t ruin these pants, too.
Pulling my hand from his pants, I push him lightly on the chest, guiding him to sit up before continuing to press him backwards. He falls back against the other end of the sectional, where the two sides meet. He adjusts his legs, allowing me to climb over him, and I get a flash of memory from that first night so long ago. The way he let me take the lead, getting to watch and feel him experience things for the first time.
His blue eyes are dark and intense. Despite the blush, I don’t detect any wariness or fear the way I did that first night. I’m sure he’s had a lot more experience since then, but I’m determined to make him feel so good, he’ll be as obsessed with me as I have been with him for the past six years. I’ll fuck him better than anyone ever has, and I’ll make this man mine.
Keeping my eyes on his, I trail my fingers down the front of his soft sweater.
“Is this cashmere?” I ask, as my fingers reach the bottom hem and push the fabric up so I can caress the bottom of his stomach.
“Um. I don’t know? I had help picking it out.”
Do professional athletes use stylists? I hadn’t considered it before. Both of the times I’ve seen him before tonight, he’d been wearing jeans and a t-shirt or henley, which he also looked delicious in, but tonight he looks like a GQ model.
“As perfect as this sweater looks on you, I think we should go ahead and take it off. I’d hate for you to ruin it the way you ruined your panties.”
He laughs. “I do not wear panties.”
“No? That’s a shame. You’d look sinful in satin.” I push my hand up the smooth planes of his toned abs and chest. He stops laughing abruptly, blinking up at me as his cheeks darken again.Fuck, I love that.
I lean down to brush the shell of his ear with my lips. “I rather enjoy wearing lace myself,” I whisper. He lets me maneuver him to remove the sweater, gaping up at me when the fabric is pulled over his head.
My fingers lightly scratch down his sternum and stomach to the waistband of his pants. I tease my fingers along the waistband of his pants, from the outside of his sculpted V to the center fly. I undo the clasp and slowly unzip him, revealing trimmed, dark curls and the exposed head of his cock that he had pulled up in his waistband. Leaning down, I trail my tongue down the same path my hands took, until I’m nosing along the length of his cock, pulling his pants lower to expose him fully. The delicate herbal, citrusy scent of the hotel hand soap has me swooning, imagining him cleaning himself in the bathroom. It could only be better if he’d just left the mess for me to clean up.
“Fuck me, it’s even more beautiful than I remember,” I murmur as I give the underside a few soft kisses.
Luc lets out a soft, breathy sound that might be a cross between a chuckle and a moan. He can laugh if he wants to, but this thing is fucking glorious. It was dark the first time I saw it, so I couldn’t really appreciate it in all its glory. It’s long and thick, not massively huge but big enough to make you work for it. My ass clenches, remembering how good he felt inside me.
