I buck as his tongue circles my cock, his fingers grabbing my thighs.
“Holy fuck.” I reel as his mouth works me, and it’s all I can do to not come in that second. “Jesus?—”
He continues without mercy, till I’m begging complete nonsense words, pushed back into the wall. I gasp as I stare momentarily up at the ceiling, then down again, overwhelmed at the incredible fact that he’s on his knees for me.
“I’ll come—” My voice catches in my throat as I warn him. I press against the wall for balance.
Stef’s mouth is incredible, the way he works me, the way I’m so sensitized to every movement he makes. He doesn’t let up, teasing out every gasp, every breath.
He teases my balls, and that’s it, I’m too fucking turned on to resist him any longer. I shudder hard, and when I come a moment later, I sob out, clutching his shoulders. Blood pounds in my ears, and it’s everything I can do to keep from having my legs buckle with the sudden release.
At last, Stef lets my cock fall from his mouth, and he gazes up at me as he swallows. I immediately reach out for Stef, helping him to his feet, pulling him tight as he pushes me into the plaster wall, also breathing raggedly. I kiss him fiercely once more. We lean into each other.
And everything, for a moment, is ours.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Sometime later, we’re entangled in bed. Stef tries to catch his breath, staring up at the coved ceiling after I sucked him off again and gave him a show as I jerked off. I’ve flopped face down beside him, covered in perspiration. He reaches out to trace my shoulder, leaving goose bumps in his wake and blood rushing in my ears. At last, I lift my head to look at him from the crumple of my down pillow.
“Fuck, that was hot,” I manage breathlessly.
He pushes my hair out of my eyes and flashes a quick grin. “Yeah… now I’m going to be wrecked forever.”
“Not sorry. Also, not the first time I’ve gotten that complaint.”
He growls playfully, thrilling me to no end.
“What?” I ask innocently and prop myself up on an elbow to lean in and kiss him till he shudders under me. Then, I shift to suck his nipple.
“Ohmygod—” Stef squirms, burying his fingers in my hair, gasping.
Lifting my head, I lick my lips and savor the sight of him in my bed. Something to imprint into my memory for getting off in the future. Because this is probably never happening again when he comes back to his senses. It’s a well-established fact me and sense aren’t on speaking terms or even passing acquaintances.
He’s flushed as he lies spread-eagle on his back, twisting his fingers in my hair with a light pull. “Mercy.”
I nod and sit up. “We never set a safe word, did we?”
“A safe word? I mean, I know what a safe word is…”
“Yeah.” I shrug easily. “Like… oh, Aegean or… necromancy. You know. Just in case any of this gets to be too much in the moment.”
Stef peers at me, smiling. “You like Greek words.”
“Maybe. But I like Greek men more,” I drawl, interlacing my fingers with his, then brush my lips over his wrist. “Pick a word, and I’ll make dinner now after starving you.”
“You would actually say necromancy… in the heat of the moment… if…” Stef tries, coughing. “And stop?”
I rise and indulge in a languid stretch as he gawps at me. “Yes. Absolutely.”
“Well. Necromancy it is.”
“Good.” I pass Stef a couple of tissues to clean up, admiring the sculpted sight of him. With reluctance, I pull on my boxers and tracksuit and try not to think how boring my bed will be when he leaves.
Remember, Stef hasn’t even kissed another man before you. Don’t totally overwhelm him.
But he’s obviously not complaining as he smiles at me. At last, he sits up.
I remember to breathe and focus and act like I have my way with princes whenever I want.
