“Yes,” I growl, digging my nails into his strong shoulders.
He chuckles as he pulls his fingers out and grabs my hips. His arm comes around to hold his cock in place for me to line up with. Another wraps around my cock, while another attaches its suckers to my balls.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me,” I say with a husky laugh.
“Just want to make you come good and hard.”
I carefully sink onto his dick, loving the fact that he produces his own lube and we don’t have to worry about it when it’s not handy. So fucking convenient.
Even though I’m on top, Aliko doesn’t allow me to be in charge. He lifts me up and down, using me the way he wants, even though it’s all for my benefit, anyway. He fucks me slow, strokes me slow, sucks on my neck gently. Everything to drive me crazy and edge me the way he knows I love. He touches me in all the right places, and I only come when he wants me to.
My cum spills onto his chest, and he takes my hand, spreading it all over and wiping it into his skin like he’s hoping it’ll soak in as he fucks me harder, slamming up into me until his own orgasm hits. His head falls back, lips parting on a deep groan. His dick pulses, cum filling me up.
Aliko lets out a slow breath and meets my gaze, his eyes filled with so many emotions I can’t begin to read. Or maybe I can, and I just don’t want to.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Aliko
I end the call with Giani, the realtor who will be helping me find a home. She seemed thrilled to help me out and even gushed a little when she realized who I was. Of course, I asked for discretion, to which she responded by telling me she was professional and would draw up paperwork for us to both sign.
“How did it go?” Leif asks, looking up at me from behind a pair of large sunglasses.
He’s been lounging in the sun on a chair all morning.
“Great, I think. She said she had a few houses in mind already. She has paperwork to send me and will also send along the listings for us to look at.”
“Us?” Leif questions.
“I’d like your opinion.”
“It’s your house, Aliko.”
There it is again. Every time I say something that would bring us closer, he shoots me down and I can’t figure out why he does it. I’ve held my tongue many times already, not saying what I want. But I just want to know why he keeps doing that, when his actions say otherwise.
Though, I guess I know the answer. It’s been the same answer since the beginning.
This needs to be easy.
Just a hookup. That’s all.
But I can’t help but wonder what more would be like. It’s tempting to think about, but I shouldn’t.
So, I leave it alone. I’ll decide on a house by myself.
We spend a few hours in the sun, with me going in and out of the water multiple times to cool off. The sunscreen is helping me not burn, but the sun is still drying me out. Leif reapplies the sunscreen multiple times.
When we go inside, we shower the salt and sand from our bodies, then get dressed, eat lunch, and watch TV. Leif scrolls through his phone.
It’s weird to not be active or doing something, but it’s also nice to relax and not have any responsibilities—to do what I want, when I want.
“Want to go out tonight?” Leif asks.
“Out where?”
“There’s a bar about a half mile away. It has karaoke. You could swoon me with your singing—finally.”
I think back to that first night we went to a karaoke bar and how much has changed since. Or maybe it hasn’t changed that much and it’s all in my head.
