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“If there was a hot guy laying on you, your heart would be racing, too,” he chuckles. He sits up quickly, bringing me with him abruptly. Neither one of us says anything for long moments, simply enjoying the silence and company of one another.
Unfortunately for me, the silence isn’t usually my friend.
There are so many possibilities for tomorrow. What if she’s not even at the location they are talking about? She isn’t easy to trick, but it was easy for one to be pulled over on her in the past. Why does it feel like rescuing her is sacrificing someone else? After everything that we’ve gone through, how can we be sure that she’s actually here? Why are we trusting a club that we previously were at war with?
So many questions with so little answers.
“I can hear the cogs turning up there,” Tornado mumbles, kissing the top of my head. “You want to tell me what’s going on?”
“I’m just nervous,” I brush off nonchalantly. If he knew I was basically having an internal miniature panic attack…actually, I don’t know what he would do.
“About?” He presses, obviously not going to let it go.
“There’s too much happening in my brain right now, and the fact that we can’t get answers until tomorrow has made everything worse. I honestly don’t think I will be able to sleep tonight if I don’t have some type of peace of mind.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Nodding against his shoulder, I’m too damn shy to say it out loud. I don’t know why, because I have literally had his dick in my mouth. The idea of having to voice my thoughts makes me want to scream.
His large hand cups the side of my face and leans away from me. We stare at one another for a few moments before the heat in my cheeks takes over, and I have to look away. Holding eye contact is far too intimate, definitely embarrassing. I couldn’t tell you why, it just is.
“Look at me.” The command is gentle yet assertive. He’s not giving me a choice, but he’s giving me the time to follow through.
Taking my sweet time, I drag my eyes to his plush lips, watching as he bites the bottom one and lets it flop out. It’s seductive, and he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Is it going to sound dumb if I ask you to help me just get lost in the moment?” I whisper, finally rolling my eyes up to meet his. His steele blue eyes draw me in, not giving me a centimeter of leeway.
“Why would it sound dumb?” He leans down, those soft cushions he calls lips barely grazing mine. I try to push forward, but the single hand still cupping my cheek doesn’t let me move. “You need to answer my question.”
“Because it sounds dumb, I don’t know.” Deciding that I’m done with this conversation, I push away from his hand and slam my mouth on his. With the amount of force I required to break his hold, my chest crashes into his. We tumble onto the bed, and I immediately straddle him to keep him from going anywhere. He rumbles a deep laugh as he relents to my dominance and grabs my hips roughly. The jean material we wear is unforgiving, though I know if I stand up, he will try to overpower me.
No can do.
“You’ll stay exactly where you are, do you understand me?” I growl, nibbling on his bottom lip roughly. His hips jut up, obviously in search of the same relief I am. Shoving myself onto his crotch harder, it forces him to remain still. “I said, you will stay where you are.”
“Fine,” he grumbles, wiggling around. Clicking my tongue, I shake my head and don’t let up.
“That simply won’t do.” Pushing myself to sit up on him, I yank his hands from my hips and attempt to move them over his head. He fights briefly until I manage to overpower him, slamming them down above him. I speculate for a moment that he probably let me win, but I don’t really care. All that matters is that I got them over his head, and that means it’s show time.
“You won’t move,” I command, ensuring that my eyes portray my seriousness. From the smirk on his own face, I know he’s just biding his time. Pulling away from him slowly, my eyes remain narrowed on his face and body as I unbutton my jeans. His own gaze tracks my movements, his tongue jutting out and wetting his bottom lip. His arms move from the sides of his head to behind it, propping himself up to watch me and my lame attempt at seduction.
Kicking off my jeans, my shirt follows. Again, his gaze trails along my stomach and down to my already erect cock. The seams of my briefs strain against it. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband, I go to pull them off when Tornado bolts from the bed and stops my hands. Sinking to his knees, I narrow my eyes at him, he just smiles. Then, sticking his tongue out, he licks me through the tight material. It doesn’t feel like much, but it's enough to have me fisting his hair and jerking my hips forward. He groans in approval.
“Take my cock out and suck it.” He appears slightly hesitant, but still shimmy’s down my briefs and wraps his hand around it.
“I have never done this before,” he mutters, his warm breath making the small movements feel even better. Unfurling my hands gently from his lush hair, I reach lower and tilt his head up.
“You have nothing to worry about,” I assure. “Unless you try to chop my dick off with your teeth, I don’t think there’s anything you’ll do that I won’t like.” He laughs lightly, but he still looks unsure. Instead of letting him sit there and stew, I fist myself and rub the tip against his closed lips. Letting his jaw fall open slightly, I push forward a bit more. Once he takes the hint, he suddenly sucks me into his mouth. It surprises us both, and my hands wind right back into his hair.
“Shit,” I curse, my knees threatening to buckle. Pulling away from me, he lazily licks along me from base to tip. Again and again he repeats this simple action and each time has me wanting to shove myself all the way down his throat. I barely manage to restrain my body from acting on it.
Popping off, a trail of saliva follows. Like a switch is flicking, I yank him to his feet and bring him down to kiss me. I always forget that he’s several inches taller than me, but he doesn’t let that show as I take the lead.
“I want to try something,” I mutter against his lips. He nods, not even questioning me about what I want.
I will admit that I have always been curious about being fucked by him or Prez. Talking with guys around the club, they revealed that it’s completely normal to wonder about being nailed by the same gender. It’s when the lines get crossed that it tends to matter more. To be honest, I hadn’t really thought about it too much besides just the odd curiousness that would pop up in my head. Now, there’s two men in my life that I care more about than my will to live.
“Anything,” he murmurs back, leaning his forehead against mine.
“It’s something I have never done before,” I whisper, eyes closing on their own accord.
