The first touch of his lips to my bare cock has me squeezing my eyes shut in sweet ecstasy. God, his mouth is so warm. His free hand pins my hip down as he takes my cock all the way into his mouth.
“Tate, oh God,” I gasp out.
Tate squeezes my fingers as if to sayI know, it’s okay. His other hand trails over my thigh, up my chest, touching every patch of skin he can find while his mouth continues to take me apart. When the head of my cock touches the back of his throat, I have to bite my lip to stop from crying out. He swallows around me, and I’m gone.
“No, I’ll come!” I whisper furiously.
Tate pulls off with a loud inhale. “No, I want to come together.”
I let go of his hand, grab his shoulders, and tug him up. “Get up here, then. I wanna see you come, wanna make you feel good.”
“You are making me feel good,” Tate says, voice husky as he rocks his hips against mine. I hurriedly push his pants down until he’s naked and pressed against me.
“Lube,” I say against his mouth.
Tate chuckles and buries his hand under his pillow for a second, returning with a bottle of lube and a triumphant grin. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I tug him down to kiss him, just needing to taste that damn grin. His smile tastes like heaven on earth. Tate somehow manages to get lube into his hand one-handed and wraps his palm around both of our cocks. Fuck.
I pull away from his mouth to glance between our bodies.
“Christ.”
Tate presses his forehead to mine. “Be with me. Okay?”
“Yeah,” I whisper.
Tate braces himself with one arm beside my head as he fucks into his hand, causing our cocks to slide together. Our breaths mingle together between us as Tate basically fucks me. I feel him everywhere: around me, over me, inside me. My emotions must show on my face because Tate dips down to kiss me, tongue tentatively tangling with mine. The kiss is soft when his hips snap hard to make my eyes roll back into my head.
“Watch me,” Tate orders breathlessly.
I blink my eyes open to stare into his blown with desire eyes. The dark surrounding us feels like shelter now, so Tate can’t see through to the very core of me. Tate’s breaths speed up, his hips snapping harder, and I can feel his cock grow impossibly harder against mine. When his breaths catch, and he comes all over my chest, my orgasm explodes out of me. Our cum mixes together on my stomach when Tate collapses in an exhausted heap against me.
I curl my arms around him, holding on tight, too fraught with emotion to utter a word. But Tate can still speak; I’ll never understand how, though.
“It’s never been like that before,” Tate admits, sounding drowsy.
I close my eyes tight as I press a gentle kiss to his forehead. No, it’s never been like that for me either. We’re in unchartedwaters. Very dangerous territory. But I don’t know how to stop it, and I’m not quite willing to. Whatever happens from here on out, we’ll have to suffer bruised hearts if necessary.
“Stay with me,” Tate murmurs as he falls sound asleep on my chest. We’ll be sticky and gross in the morning, but I don’t care. Not one ounce. All that matters is that Tate is asleep in my arms, and for one brief second, it feels like my universe rotates around something with purpose. It takes me a long time to fall asleep, even with Tate sound asleep against me. When I do finally drift off, it’s to the whispered thought that I wish time would freeze, caught in a snow globe to relive for eternity.
“Ugh.”
I blink my eyes open to the stark light of sunrise. Tate’s wrinkled nose is the first thing I see, and I can’t help but chuckle. His eyes lift to mine, and that gorgeous flush fills his cheeks as his gaze flits away from mine. As if he’s embarrassed. I can’t have that. No, we’ve come too far for embarrassment.
“Mornin’,” I say with the biggest grin I can muster.
“Illegal,” Tate says grumpily. He presses a kiss on my chest before disappearing into the bathroom. A second later, the shower starts, and his soft hums filter through the bathroom door. I want to join him, but I feel like he needs some time away from me after a night like we had.
Tate opens the door to aim a disappointed stare my way. “Are you going to join me?”
I almost trip over myself running to the bathroom, which earns me one of Tate’s gorgeous chuckles. In some sort of miracle, the shower is big enough for both of us. We take turns soaping up and rinsing off, and as we finish, Tate lifts up on histoes to brush a soft kiss to my cheek. I breathe him in, letting the smell of his shower-warm skin suffuse through me.
“Best sleep I’ve gotten in years,” Tate admits shyly.
I bury my fingers in his hair and kiss him . I don’t give a damn about morning breath. We keep the kiss light because we burned the desire out of us last night. Tomorrow is the wedding, which means I’m running out of time with this man. But I’ll enjoy today, and the wedding tomorrow, and keep these memories for as long as I can.
After the shower, I sneak back to my room to change for the day. Outside my room, Bailey leans against the wall, an infuriating but knowing smile on his face.
“Hey, dudeeeeee,” Bailey sings.
