He angles his body toward me, gazing into my soul with those sky-like eyes. I drown in them, I let them see every dark corner, unable to hide. He inhales sharply, then leans in. Every nerve ending in my body comes to life like fireworks on New Year’s Eve.
Our lips touch, tentatively and softly. He tastes like mango and temptation, so sweet and dark at the same time. One of his hands strokes my cheek, the other one buries into my hair and pulls.Fuck, this feels so good.The way his mouth kisses its way down my chin, my neck. Pleasure shoots all across me, all-consuming and threatening to take control of me.
“You like that, don’t you?” Tommy purrs into my skin, pulling harder on my hair to expose my Adam’s apple. Then he sucks on it as his slim fingers wrap around the base of my neck.
My eyes roll back. A loud moan rips out of me, guttural and unhinged. My scalp burns, but the pain mixes in with the pleasure that’s dominating my body, heightening the sensation to unbearable levels. Shit, I might just explode, and he’s not even touched my dick. If he does this one more time, I’m a goner.
“Fuck,” Tommy curses, satisfaction dripping from his voice. “Do that again. It’s so fucking hot,” he orders me, pulling on my hair even harder.
I comply—I have no other choice as the deep sound escapes me without my input. He’s taken possession of my every cell, his scent cocooning me as if to trap me.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, sosoclose to the edge.
His mouth slots against mine, dominant and possessive. I lose all my higher functions as his tongue forces its way inside. It maps every nook and cranny, laying claim as I try to keep up.
Who is this man? He’s smaller than me, more delicate, a fragile thing that I must protect. I can lift him with one arm, carry him like he weighs nothing. And yet, I’m at his mercy now, my body a slave to his touch, my mind craving him to do more.
We kiss until I can’t take it anymore. My hand plunges inside my pants and grasps my cock. It takes me only a couple of rough strokes before I’m coming. My orgasm barrels through me like a train out of control, violent and unstoppable.
Tommy owns my mouth as I spill, not letting off until I am a breathless, boneless mess hunched over the rim of the bathtub.
“Now I don’t owe you anymore,” he says, flashing me a shit-eating grin.
My heart tries to jump out. God, I love seeing him smile. “Wrong. You never owed me to begin with. So now I’ll have to make it up to you, because, Tommy…” I run my fingers up his arm, loving how it makes the hairs along it stand up. “You were amazing.”
“Oh, no! Nikolas Stavros wants a repeat… Whatever shall I do?” He gasps, tries to look serious too, but fails spectacularly because he can’t keep the smirk off his face.
“I’ve heard he’s a very scary guy.” With a groan, I get up, my legs cramping from the position. “You should do as he says, probably.”
He contemplates that, perching his chin on his palm and tapping one finger against it. “He is a scary guy, sure, on the outside. But he’s also kind and thoughtful. He helps those in need.”
I shake my head as I clean the mess from my pants and take a quick shower in the glassed-off cabin while he finishes his movie. With just a towel wrapped around my waist, I return to Tommy, who’s blowing bubbles out of his hands.
“I think you’ve been in here long enough,” I point out, gathering some of the bubbly water and doing the same.
“I guess.” He inspects his wrinkly fingers.
The sigh he lets out tells me all I need to know. I shoo his hands away from his head, get comfortable behind him, and lather his hair with shampoo. “I’ll do it. You just relax.”
“Mm, okay.” He hangs his head back a little and closes his eyes. “Feels good.”
I massage his scalp, his neck, his temples. His body relaxes further, expelling whatever leftover tension remains. Once I am done with his hair, I wash off the shampoo. It takes me a bit of negotiating to get him to stand so I can rinse his body, and then he’s in my arms, letting me wrap him in the fluffy bathrobe I grabbed from the door hanger.
“I could go for a nap,” he says over a yawn.
“Let me check your wound first,” I demand, grabbing the first-aid kit I found in the undersink drawer.
Tommy tucks his arm out of the robe’s sleeve. I remove the bandage. As I thought, something has aggravated his injury. After I disinfect it, which causes him to hiss and curse my entire bloodline, I apply antibiotic ointment. Then I rebandage it.
“It kills me that you got hurt, Tommy.” I kiss the spot just above the area I treated. “I promise I’ll never let this happen again.”
“It’s not a big deal, honestly. I could’ve died that day, but thanks to you, I’m here today,” he counters, winking at me.
I shake my head, not even daring to entertain such a thought. “Let’s get you dried.”
He pads out the bathroom while I drain the tub. When I join him in the bedroom, he’s tossed the bathrobe aside and put on a pair of boxer briefs. I sit on the bed andpat it. He’s next to me in a flash, so I guide him to settle between my legs. With his height, he doesn’t even need to be on the floor so I can dry his hair.
“I believe there is enough time for that nap before we need to head over for dinner with Isidoro,” I comment, sliding the towel’s fluffy fabric over his head.
