“No.” Okay. Mistake. So Fox Riley was a dessert person. Good to know.
“So.” He smiled…and in my head, I added the word seductively. Because he was, his fingers around my neck, his lips suddenly back on mine. “You taste like me.”
“Yes,” I breathed out.
“So for dessert…you think you want…”
“What do you want?” I’d give him…anything. Honestly, at this point in time? There was no point in trying to be reasonable. At the back of my mind, I was scolding myself for letting this continue. But there was nopoint denying anything anymore. I would go along with all of this. Everything he was suggesting. Every kiss on my lips a gift I would accept. And I would crash and burn, badly, I knew that. But it would be worth it. For now? Everything was worth it.
“I’ve…never actually come in someone’s mouth. Is that something you do?”
Was it? It was now, as I got up on all fours and straddled him. That gorgeous body of his. Slight, slim. Perfect. His cock half erect again. Like I’d done that to him, without even trying.
“You want me to suck you off and swallow?” Yes, that was me, saying those words. “You think you can come again? This fast?”
“Would that be okay?”
I didn’t bother answering the obvious. So I kissed his lips and then his chest, and then I took his dick in my mouth and gave him everything he’d asked for. Swallowed down every drop. And in my head? There was nothing but bliss.
I wondered what that made me. An idiot, or a guy who’d just found some kind of purpose.
Chapter 12
Fox
There were so many firsts here. Waking up to someone clinging to me was today’s. I’d never had that before. Thomas hadn’t been tactile at all, even behind closed doors, and he’d hated touch in the night. A light sleeper, apparently. Sometimes I’d wondered if he’d simply been repulsed by me, my sweat, my morning breath, my…everything? What did I know? There was so much with him I’d read wrong and interpreted in a way that had been entirely different from the actual truth.
Thomas hadn’t loved me. Not like I’d loved him, instead I’d been some kind of interim solution enabling him to have a practical shag on tap and a place to stayhalf funded by me.
I’d been really naive, which was definitely an issue here. Was I still so stupid that I believed this could be different? Well, he’d proved me right so far, this Noah.
Fast asleep in bed next to me, this man. All messy hair, falling over his eyes. Soft skin everywhere, gorgeous waves of it against the white sheets.
Noah. He was very human. Honest. Brave. Much braver than me, because he actually said it like it was. Asked me questions and answered mine, with proper words and no excuses. I was so used to excuses I’d started to expect them. Another thing that made me shudder, lying here naked with the ceiling fan brushing cool air over my body.
“Hey.” I poked a finger into his arm. Softness and downy hair over hard muscle. Perhaps it was rude to wake him, but I had lost track of time, not even knowing if we’d overslept breakfast or if it was time for lunch. I needed water. Also? My foot was now in the hell of unsoothable itching. I’d been here before, and I knew better than to try to rub it against the sheets; instead, I just held it up to the fan, hoping the cool air would help.
It didn’t. It just made it a hundred times worse, and I honestly wanted to cry.
“Hey,” he moaned back, stretching out his body. The sheet moving down with his foot, exposing his very…pleasant-looking erection. Morning wood was lovely, and I, for one, would have happily crawled straight on top of that. Sunk down on it and thanked him for the insane stretch that would have me sore for days. I’d gratefully have simply sucked him off. Let him come in my mouth, the way he had deflowered that little wish from me last night.
Had it been worth waiting for? Absolutely. Noah was not only an excellent top, but he also sucked dick with enthusiastic purpose. Or perhaps it was just my limited experience here. Had I had multiple partners in the past? Yes. Just a small handful, all of whom had left me feeling inadequate.I was starting to realise a few things here, analysing my past with anxious discoveries hitting me left, right and centre. Thomas had been crap in bed. I had probably been too intimidated to realise, and on top of that? I needed to learn to ask for things. There were things I wanted, and this was the most frightening thing. It had been such a brief time, knowing him, and here I was, wanting to ask him for the world.
Insane. I knew that. Also? The itch was also proper insane, and now he was sat up holding my leg up off the bed with a concerned look.
“Itches,” I huffed out.Don’t you dare, Fox. No tears. Don’t wake him up and cry in his face. Not a good look. Miles away from the seductive sexual favours you had planned to dish out in your head.
“Shower. Let me carry you in there. You need a pee?”
“I’m not a kid,” I grumped out, but at the same time I nodded. I needed relief. In every sense of the word.
“Don’t be stupid. I’m here to help you.”
Which is when my brain threw out flowers and rainbows again, despite the water pooling in my eyes, allowing my foot to touch the floor. Fuck. This was sore and horrible and vile and embarrassing, and him lifting me up in his arms like a baby was also…incredibly hot.
Now, hot was one thing. Calming and reassuring in the same sentence was not what I had expected, but it was. He looked after me, putting me down on the toilet and grabbing the showerhead. Getting the temperature right, before gently covering my foot in cool water that made me release a ridiculous sigh. Also? I was peeing in front of him. Sat on the toilet.
And all he did was cover the floor in more water than was probably sensible whilst gently stroking my leg.
