I thought he’d laugh. But his eyes were sombre as he dived into the bag and handed me an identically wrapped package to the first burger. “You looked hungry, Charley,” he said by way of explanation. “And that’s just proved it.” When I hesitated, he made a little tsk of irritation. “I don’t know what’s happened in your past, and I don’t care if you were brought up vegetarian. It’s just a few burgers, mate. Get them down you. You won’t qualify for the next Olympics without some decent protein inside you.” He leered at me over the top of his chip carton, his top lip dotted with salt. “Or cope with me pounding your arse until daybreak.”
I felt heat rise inside me at the feral look in his eyes. Around another mouthful of the incredible-tasting burger, I said throatily, “Assumptions much?”
He laughed loudly. “Ah, c’mon, you’ve got ‘bottom bitch’ practically stamped on your forehead. Tell me I’m wrong.”
I couldn’t. But I didn’t want to roll over every time he metaphorically waved his dick at me. I made a last stab at defending my imaginary status as a top. “I’d make you scream my name, don’t doubt it,baby.” Urgh, who was I fooling?
Luc sighed and rolled his eyes. “Good try, but I don’t buy it. Your pupils dilated big time until you lied to me.” He shook his head with a resigned smile and crammed another half dozen fries into his mouth. When he’d done chewing, he balled up the empty carton and dropped it into the bag, then fished out a paper napkin and wiped his mouth. “Of course, if you don’t like being rimmed, teased and fucked, you only have to say so.” He popped the tab on a Coke and I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he took repeated glugs of the can, my heart racing at his casual words. Nobody had ever rimmed me, but I’d watched enough porn, and played with myself enough to be certain I’d die happy if they did.
“Fine,” I groused. “You’re right, I’m a total bottom, but you don’t have to sound so smug about it.” I raised my eyes to meet his warm honey gaze. “Why are we still dressed?” The burgers had done wonders to restore my strength, and I was horny again. The moon had broken through the cloud cover and was shining through the window, creating a haze of silvery light in the room. I felt sexy and powerful bathed in its otherworldly glow.
I peeled off my T-shirt and popped the button on my combats, cupping my bulge and catching my lower lip in my teeth, all the time maintaining eye contact with Luc. It was gratifying to watch the way his nostrils flared and his eyes widened at my blatant come-on. I mean, I was a sure thing, but it was always fun to play.
I knew Luc would move before he did, and anticipated it by dodging backwards and around the far side of the bed. I let my trousers fall to the floor and dragged the duvet off the mattress. Then I picked my combats up again and fished a lube sachet from one of the pockets, dangling it between finger and thumb. “You gonna rim me first, or are we gonna fuck?”
He shucked his clothes at speed, his erection pointing to the ceiling, making my mouth water at the sight of him. Every inch was toned perfection. He wasn’t a big man, but his shoulders were wide and tapered down to trim hips and long, muscular thighs. He looked, I thought, like the human equivalent of a panther, all sleek lines and power. And, for the remainder of tonight, he was mine.
He closed the gap between us, and took the lube from me. “Neither, for now. Get on the bed, gorgeous.” He twanged the elastic of my boxers and his eyes glinted. “Remove these first.”
He threw a clean towel over the pristine sheet and I dutifully climbed onto the bed. “How do you want me?”
“So many possibilities.” Knee-walking across the mattress, he thrust a hand behind my head and hauled me closer. There were tiny dark brown flecks scattered amongst the gold of his irises. I was so dazzled by how golden he was all over, it shook me when his mouth fitted over mine and he licked at my lips. I parted for him on instinct, and he took advantage of my surprise to flip us onto our sides as he began to ravage me. His hands were everywhere, stroking, pinching, sliding, and all the while he nibbled, sucked and licked at me as if I were his favourite meal.
As a rule, I didn’t kiss. Not out of any distaste for it, but because I was usually on my knees or sprawled nose-first into a brick wall while some nameless, faceless dude held me up and hammered into me ’til I melted. Clubs and Grindr saved so much time: I didn’t need someone’s name or history to suck their cock or to bend over. I was a hole to be filled, to be used, and I loved it. Craved it. Nearly as much as I craved the meat I filled my belly with when I was low on self-control.
But now, with hours until checkout, and a big, comfy bed to defile, I didn’t mind Luc dragging it out. I felt myself growing heady from his kisses, the way he played my body like he knew it. It was fantasy, of course, but I’d had years of practice at living in my head. This was no different.
“Wanna suck you.” The low growl against my chest was all the warning I got before wet heat enveloped my cock, and I cried out in surprised delight. I got fucked alot,but not many guys took their time with me, so I wasn’t going to object.
I had an even better idea though. “Sixty-nine?”
We shifted into position and fell into a rhythm of bringing each other to the edge, then backing off. Time passed and I concentrated on keeping Luc at a rolling boil without letting him finish; I had plans for his cum, and this time it wasn’t down my throat. When he whined and pushed me away, I did a mental fist pump. “Close?”
“Too close.” He flipped me around like I was weightless, and stuffed his tongue into my mouth once more. I wriggled underneath him, desperately trying to find some purchase against his thigh with my dick. But he pushed down on my hip with one hand and I stilled, pinned like a butterfly to the mattress. Shit, this dude was strong. I breathed into his shoulder and licked his neck. If I tried, I could almost certainly take him, but it was fun to pretend he held me captive and powerless.
“You got any condoms?” His tone was suddenly cautious.
I shook my head and murmured a negative. “I’m easy. Use me as you wish. Fill me up. Please,” I tacked on, because he wasn’t some random hook-up with no name, and manners cost nothing. Should I have cared more about catching something? Totally. Did I give a shit at that moment? I did not.
He pushed up so his arms bracketed my head and stared down at me. “You’re full of surprises, Charley Entwhistle.”
Before I could think of a reply, he flipped me again, this time onto my front, manoeuvring me to his satisfaction, my arse tilted up, my thighs spread as widely as they’d go. “Fucking beautiful,” he muttered, and I felt a fingertip, or maybe the pad of his thumb, circling my hole. I shuddered, and I swear I felt him grin. I was surprised he was apparently continuing with his plan to fuck me, considering the lack of condoms, but not unhappy. I could always get tested later. Maybe, because again, urgh, needles.
“Fuck’s sake, get on with it,” I grumbled, more to break the tension than because I was uncomfortable with him staring at my arse.
Luc laughed quietly. “I could make you regret that,” he breathed, arching over my back and grasping me around the throat with one of his strong hands. He pressed his thumb — it must have been his thumb — against my rim at the same time, and tightened his hold on my neck. “Then again,” His hot breath gusted against my neck, “I think you’re a kinky fucker who’ll take anything I dish out, and love it.” I whimpered. Jeezus, this man justgotme. “Yeah, maybe you won’t regret it. I’ll use you until you’re limp, and bruised, and begging me to stop, andthenI’ll go once more. And you’ll thank me. How does that sound, Charley?” He pressed the thumb deeper and my cock dribbled. At this rate it would all be over in seconds and he’d be able to use me like a rag doll, unresisting and totally at his mercy. I nearly came at the thought.
I choked out a strangled sob. “Oh god. Please. Do it. Do it all.”
He chuckled again. “You should be careful what you wish for.” He let go of my throat and landed a light slap on my bum. “So, you like being rimmed?”
I wriggled forwards and turned my head into the pillow to hide the flush I felt creeping over my face. “I dunno actually. Probably. I’ve no objections if you wanna give it a—Oh my god!Oh fu-u-uck, that feels good.” Luc’s hot, wet mouth made contact, right on the spot, and had it not been for him holding me around the waist, I’d have drilled an instant hole right through the headboard. He manhandled me into a better position then dived back in, teasing nerve endings I didn’t know existed with flickers and swipes of his frankly magical tongue. When he pushed said tongue inside me, I whimpered unashamedly, then whimpered a whole lot more when he ate me out like I was three gourmet courses at the Ritz. When I could form a coherent sentence between breaths, I slurred, “That’s so good, I’m sure it should be illegal.”
Luc paused for a moment. “With an arse this cute, you should always be treated like a prince in the bedroom.” He nuzzled my inner thighs, and the scrape of his five o’clock shadow drew a broken moan from somewhere in my chest.
I lost track of time as he devoted what felt like hours to opening me up with his tongue and occasionally a finger. Every time I got close enough to blow, the bastard backed off, making me curse at him as I sucked in a rasping breath and talked myself down. This man definitely had slight sadistic tendencies but he was so good at what he was doing, I didn’t care about coming.
Okay, big fat lie. I was desperate to come, but Luc was making the waiting part better than any guy I could ever even have dreamed up, so I lay sprawled like a chew toy while he edged me into the next century.
