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He stalked forward, closing the distance between us. I braced myself for his kiss, but it never came. Instead he dropped to his knees and unbuckled my jeans.
I stumbled back and hit the counter as he pulled my entire length in his mouth. It didn’t take long for me to grow hard, not when I had Perry in front of me.
He was the center of my world and had been for longer than I cared to admit. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for him.
I threaded my fingers in his hair. It had grown considerably since he’d arrived. I wondered if he’d cut it. He could afford to do those kinds of things now. He could afford to do anything if he would just let me help him. I was too scared to tell him, and he was too stubborn to ask for help.
The fear that gripped me at the thought of Perry walking out of my life someday was unbearable. I needed to tell him. But how did you tell a man you’d only spent a few weeks with that they were it for you? There would be no others for me. Just Perry.
I’d known it when I saw the love he had for his horse.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned. I braced myself with my elbows on the counter. Perry tugged my jeans lower so he had better access to my balls. For as long as I’d lived in this house, this was certainly a first for me.
My cock fell from Perry’s lips, a line of spit connecting it to his lips. He licked down the length of me, then buried his nose in my pubes. His hand fondled my balls.
I gripped his hair, tugging lightly.
“Use me,” he said. “Fuck my face like you fuck my hole, Reese. Please. Own me.”
His words had me close to shooting. I tugged at his hair until his lips were positioned at the head of my cock. He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and met my eyes. There was need there, and desire. I matched it. He needed this like I needed him.
I kept hold of him while I pistoned my hips, careful not to hurt him, but giving him the face-fucking he wanted.
His eyes rolled back and his cock pressed hard against his zipper until he finally reached down and freed it. Each graze of his tongue over my shaft brought me closer to release, but it was the moans that escaped his lips that brought me to the edge.
When he fisted his own dick and shot his load with a sharp cry, I followed suit. My come covered his face and his lips. He smiled and licked his top lip, moaning at the taste.
“Thank you,” he said.
I was breathing quickly, and I let out a laugh. “I think I should be thanking you,” I said.
I helped him to his feet. He was a bit unsteady, and I held him until he had his feet under him.
“We have some cleaning to do.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, I suppose we do.” It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him what that was about and what had brought the worry lines on his face. I didn’t though. I wanted this moment just for us.
Instead, I pulled him into my arms. I cupped his face with my hands and brushed the tears that had fallen on his cheeks.
“Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
He shook his head. “I wanted that.”
I searched his face for anything to indicate that I’d been too rough, but saw nothing. “If you want something like that again, we’ll have to come up with a signal or safeword you can use if I get too rough. I don’t ever want to hurt you, Perry, but I will give you what you need.”
Chapter 12
Perry
I followed Reese as he led me into the restaurant. The hostess smiled when she saw him and picked up two menus.
“Good evening, Mr. Richards. This way, sir,” she said. Clearly, he had the forethought to put in a reservation. Though it didn’t look like the wait would be that long anyway, or perhaps they just knew him here and whenever they saw him they seated him right away. Reese wasn’t a man to be kept waiting.
I tugged at the sleeve of my jacket, a holdover from my days when I had lived with my mom and expensive things were easy to come by. I had been smart enough to keep at least one suit and a few other of the high end things I had owned, but it was clearly out of date from what was actually popular and the color had faded with time. My gaze roved the room and found that most others were wearing nice suits, the women in fancy dresses and dazzling jewelry. I didn’t even have cufflinks.
My grandfather had given me a pair when I turned sixteen, but I had sold them when I went to college.
Reese wore a pair of dark jeans and a jacket over it, somehow looking as if he just stepped out of a magazine. He took off his hat and hung it on the side of the chair.
