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“As I said, Austin’s gone home, and no one else will disturb us. It’s okay.” He made a point of locking the door behind us, although the reassurance of the lock was somewhat negated by the fact that the door could be opened from the other side via a keypad. I’d noticed one of the other dancers giving us a knowing look as we’d passed her, and the thought was enough to send a rush of jealousy through my veins.
“Have you brought anyone else back here? That first night, you told me you’d never fucked anyone at work before. Is that still true?”
He glanced back at me as he led me into the same changing area we’d been in on our first night. “Why? Jealous?”
“Joshua,” I growled, pressing up against his back, my fingers curving around his throat. His pulse was rapid beneath my grip. Pressing my mouth to his shoulder, I bit down, and he shuddered.
“Fucking hell, Killian. Where’s all this possessiveness coming from?”
“Answer the fucking question.”
“No. There’s been no one else back here. You’re the only one.”
I placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the place I’d bitten, and he laughed against me, low and warm. “Happy now, my jealous lover?”
“Jealous lover,” I muttered under my breath, wrapping my other arm around his waist. Continuing to press kisses along his shoulder, I stroked across the lines of his abs, feeling them contracting beneath my fingertips. Time to change the subject. “Last time we were in here, you said something about being able to suck your own dick.” Lowering my hand, I rubbed my palm over the growing bulge in his shorts, making his breath hitch as his head rolled back against my shoulder.
“You want a demonstration, do you?” Stepping out of his shorts, letting his hard cock spring free, he gracefully lowered himself to the bench seat, his legs slightly spread, and gave me a sultry look from beneath his lashes.
“Fuck, yes. Do it.”
He gripped the underside of his thighs, lifting them slowly, then just rolled his body over, his mouth meeting the tip of his cock.
My jaw dropped. Yes, I knew he was extremely flexible, but seeing this…his mouth closing over the head of his cock and sucking…
His tongue swirled around the head as he lifted his gaze to mine again, and I groaned low in my throat.
Releasing his grip on his thighs, he grasped the base of his cock and then raised his head. A smirk tugged at his lips. “As you can see, I can suck my own dick. But I’d much rather suck yours.”
“Yes.” My hands made quick work of my trousers, and when I released my aching cock, I stepped up in front of him, taking hold of his jaw. “Suck.”
“Fuck my mouth. Don’t hold back,” he murmured, and my dick jerked. His lashes fluttered as he leaned forwards, encompassing my dick in the wet heat of his mouth. I moaned, thrusting forwards, and he gripped the backs of my thighs, tugging me even closer, taking my erection all the way to the base. Tears filled his beautiful eyes as he let me fuck his throat, losing all semblance of control. One of his hands dropped from my thigh, and through the haze of pure fucking pleasure, I was dimly aware that he was working over his own cock faster and harder, moaning around my length as we both chased our release.
“Coming…” I panted, my body curling over as I shot down his throat, feeling his throat contracting around my pulsing cock. Seconds later, a warm wetness hit my thigh, and his head jerked backwards and thudded against the wall, JJ gasping for breath, overcome by his own release.
Neither of us spoke as we cleaned up. We were both way out of our depth, unexpected feelings lying heavy and unspoken between us.
The silence was broken by JJ’s soft gasp. “It’s three o’clock. My shift’s over now.”
Three in the morning? How had I lost track of time? I was normally up at five on a weekday to go to the gym by six.
“Well, I guess that’s my cue to go home.” My voice came out hoarse. I didn’t want to leave him, but I needed to. Yet I found myself saying, “You can come with me if you want to. To sleep. We can get the Tube together tomorrow.”
His wide-eyed gaze flew to mine. “You want me to come back to your flat. To sleep.”
I licked my lips and then cleared my throat. “Yes.”
A soft smile curled his lips upwards. “Okay. I’ll come.”
19
That moment in the early hours of the morning, when the sky is just beginning to lighten and everything feels a little unreal…that’s when it’s easiest to bare your soul.
Lying in Killian’s bed, his curtains partially open to let in the dawn, his arm wrapped securely around me as I laid my head on his shoulder, I shared more details of my life growing up with G and my dreams of becoming a choreographer. When I’d finished talking, we lay in silence for a while, my fingers stroking across his chest, playing with the light smattering of hairs there, until he sighed.
“I want to share with you, too. I… It’s hard. Growing up, I was shunted from one foster home to the next. My birth parents were…well, I never knew them. Prison, drugs…they had no interest in me and no capability for looking after me. I never really experienced love. It always felt like my foster families were taking me in under a sense of obligation. Perhaps that was me projecting, but it was the way I always felt.”
My heart hurt. So, so much. This beautiful, lonely man, who had so much to give, had never known unconditional love. Had felt unwanted and rejected.
