I felt happy and light, effervescent almost. “Thank you.”
He leaned his forehead to mine. “Thank you. For trusting me.”
I pulled him to me, smashing my mouth to his. Infusing the kiss with everything I couldn’t find the words to say. Thank you. Thank you.Thank you.
He brushed against me, and my nipples tightened. I wanted more. I wanted him. I reached down and gave his cock a few pumps. He was hard and heavy in my hand.
“Keep that up,” he panted, kissing me sloppily, “and I won’t last very long.”
I smirked when his abs clenched, sensing he was already close. “Good.”
“Jesus.” He scrubbed a hand over his head, the movement agitated. He squeezed his eyes shut briefly, and I admired his long, dark lashes, the pink high on his cheekbones.
“Frasier.” I tried not to smile as I continued pumping. Not letting up. His body was a masterpiece, lean muscles and sinewy cords. I could watch him all day.
“Hmm?” He looked at me with a dazed expression, and I knew he was barely holding it together.
I slid his hand so it was covering my breast, needing that contact. He tweaked my nipple, making me gasp. In return, I cupped his balls, experimenting to see what felt good to him. What turned him on and sent him flying. He said somethingunintelligible, his movements jerky as I flicked his tip with my tongue.
“Let go,” I said. “Make a mess of me.”
He groaned, and with a few more strokes, he lost it. Warm ropes of come hit my chest as he gripped the edge of the chair, chanting, “Fuck. Fuck.Fuck!”until he slumped forward, spent.
He took a few deep breaths, and I felt as if I was waiting for the dust to settle. Waiting to see what happened now. Where we went from here.
And then his deep chuckle threaded through the night air. It was sexy as hell. Getting to see him like this—lost to me—was everything.
His eyes were dark when he took in my chest, covered with his release. He brushed his lips against mine. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
He grabbed my hand and towed me to the bathroom, looking back at me every few seconds as if to check I was still there. He flipped on the shower, and I balanced against the counter, trying to unbuckle my strappy sandals. I was still feeling off-kilter, still trying to wrap my head around this version of Frasier. Well, that and the fact that I’d seen my best friend naked.
I knew what he looked like when he came. I knew the sounds he made when his release overpowered him. And his come was still painted on my chest, marking me.
Frasier kneeled before me. “Let me.”
I clutched the edge of the counter while he lifted my foot onto his thigh, sliding his hands down my calves to my ankle in a sensual move that had my body going haywire. It felt as if my earlier orgasm—powerful as it was—was merely a warm-up for something even bigger. He unbuckled my sandal, nostrils flaring. I ran my fingers through his hair, still getting used to the fact that I could touch him like this. Be with him like this.
He set my sandal aside then moved to my other foot, repeating the process from before but adding a kiss this time to the inside of my knee. He removed that shoe and then returned my foot to his thigh before smoothing his hands up to my hips. He dotted my hips with kisses, my lower abdomen. I relaxed into the intimacy of the moment, massaging his scalp.
When he peered up at me, it was with a question in his eyes and so much desire it made my chest ache. I nodded, and he used his thumbs to spread my folds. I tightened my grip on the counter, reveling in the groan that rumbled through him. It was so…possessive. So full of desire. For me.
And then, he leaned forward and licked up my slit, flattening his tongue against my clit. My body was hypersensitive, but Frasier was gentle. I dropped my head back, about to lose my grip on reality, not to mention the counter.
“I can’t get enough of you.” He lapped and sucked and feasted on me as if I were his favorite meal. “You taste so good. So sweet.” He dipped his finger inside me then lifted it to my mouth, slick with desire. “Taste.”
I opened my mouth, eyes locked on his as I sucked his finger clean. His hair was a mess from my fingers, his lips glossy with my desire. He moaned when I hollowed out my cheeks, his cock already growing hard once more. I blinked a few times, stunned by how quickly he’d recovered.
He picked me up and hauled me into the shower, kissing me roughly against the wall. The cool tile was a stark contrast to the warm water cascading over our intertwined bodies, making us hot and slick. His hands were everywhere. Caressing my back, my ass, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples.
It was almost as if he couldn’t touch enough of me fast enough. He growled against my lips, our movements no longer sweet and slow. But needy. Impatient.
I didn’t want sweet and slow. I wanted wild and unrestrained. I wanted…
When his cock nudged my entrance, I gasped, then bit down on his lip. “That feels…so good,” I said, barely able to force the words out. I was so close to sinking down on his length.
With my back braced against the wall, he reached under my leg to tease my clit. “You’re so wet for me, angel. So perfect. Do you want to show me how well you’ll take my cock?”
I bit my lip and nodded, loving his filthy words and the confidence with which he spoke them. He was a man who knew what he wanted, and he wanted me.
