Wylie snorted. “I’m not even going to ask, Boss. Send the number over.”
“Good man.” I ended the call, sent the number, and then threw my phone onto the coffee table in front of the couch.
I was still in the process of moving in, so boxes were scattered across my apartment. But my furniture had arrived a few days ago, and everything was in its rightful place. The open-plan kitchen spilled into the living room, and the area was soaked in sunshine from wide windows. The natural light streamed inside, illuminating the dark vinyl flooring and gray walls. My couch was white to offset the black pieces that filled the space.
I took a seat on the couch to wait for KC, and he didn’t take long to emerge from the bathroom without his shirt hiding all those beautiful muscles.
He exhaled, then smiled shyly, stealing my breath. “Fuck me?”
How could I say no to that?
10
KC
Ren’s mouth was hot on mine, a welcoming pressure that coaxed me closer in all the ways I loved and craved. His tongue was wild, rolling against mine with desperation that had my dick aching. He pressed me against the wall in the hallway and pinned my wrists above my head, using his weight to keep me restrained as he tongue-fucked my mouth greedily. The heady scent of Bourbon vanilla permeated the space between us, and I sucked in a deep breath through my nose to embed his smell permanently inside me.
He was all muscle, the cords in his biceps straining as he used one hand to hold my wrists while shucking off his shirt with the other, maneuvering his grip on me to make it work. He moved with expertise, and I didn’t have a chance to breathe before he was on me again, sucking my soul out through my mouth. He kissed me like it was the end of the world, and the hunger between us bloomed and took root. I needed him so intensely my head spun.
My dick wrestled against the constraints of my boxer briefs. I’d decided on the underwear this morning because I’d chosensweatpants, hoping I’d get fucked later in the day. I’d also douched, so I was glad I wasn’t left disappointed.
Nothing was worse than wasted effort.
He laid a line of kisses across my jaw, nipping my skin ruthlessly, leaving behind small indents I’d happily gaze at in the mirror later. I tilted my chin up, head knocking against the wall as pleasure stoked a fire in my chest. My lungs expanded behind my ribs, voracity fueling overwhelming lust that had the nerves in my body firing aimlessly. I could barely hold myself upright, my knees turning to Jell-O and my dick hoarding every ounce of blood in my veins until I forgot how to think. All I could focus on was Ren and the way he eagerly kissed me.
“Bedroom,” I begged between the press of his lips against mine. “Please. Want you to fuck me.”
The sound that left his chest was close to a growl. If I wasn’t already hard as a fucking goalpost, that would’ve done the trick to get me there. I loved it when a man showed his raw masculinity and power, especially against someone tall and strong like me. There weren’t many guys willing to dominate me, take control the way I wanted, but Ren had accepted that challenge.
His hands slid down my arms, over my sternum and abs, and around my hips until he gripped my ass. He hauled me up with little effort, and I gasped, curling my legs around his waist. My hard dick was trapped against his abs as he goddamned carried me down the hallway and through a door to the left. His biceps bulged, and I drank in the way his ink moved with the muscle. My mouth watered.
As soon as we were in his room, he dumped me on the bed. He smirked and popped the button of his jeans but didn’t shove them down like I wanted.
Heat pooled in my stomach, quickly warping into lava searing my insides.
A thick silver chain with a lock on it swung against his collarbone as he moved. His abs shifted, the muscles tightening, then releasing, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the ink etched into his skin. He was a canvas, black tattoos strewn across every piece of available skin on his front, and I imagined it would be the same on his back.
Women and snakes. Geometrical shapes and DNA sequences. Vampires and dripping blood under his pecs. He was a panorama of compositions. He was perfect. I wanted to trace every design with my tongue, learn each one until it was imprinted in my mind.
“Fuck.” I wiped my mouth with the back of my wrist to make sure I wasn’t drooling. “You’re so hot.”
“Keep flirting with me.” He leaned forward and stroked the knuckle of his pointer finger over my nipple, a caress so light it was nothing more than a whisper on my skin, yet I trembled as though it was his lips laying kisses instead.
His digit slid up my nipple again and over the curve of my shoulder, then finally down to my bicep, where he squeezed the muscle. His eyes narrowed, desire flooding his gaze.
“I love your muscles,” he murmured, so quiet I almost missed it. “I want to come on every single one of them. Would you let me, sweet KC?”
My tongue felt heavy and I’d completely forgotten how to speak. Every time he moved, his ink rippled, coming alive and stealing my attention. He was a masterpiece, crafted with perfection and put on Earth to tease us mere mortals. The silver on his fingers, in his nose and ears, and around his neck added to his appeal, highlighting each of his sharp, delicious angles.
All I could manage was a fast nod.Please.
He was in control; I was along for the ride.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his jeans and underwear, teasingly pushing them down. His dick jumped free,and if I’d thought he couldn’t get any more flawless, I’d never been so wrong. He was long, curved, and every bit as thick as he’d bragged about. Silver glinted on the underside.
My mouth went bone dry and I gaped. “Is that...?” What was I saying? Fuck. I couldn’t remember.
He laughed, deep and low in his chest, and stepped out of his jeans and boxers. Once he was free, he wrapped a hand around the base of his dick and dragged it back against his abs, the slit beading with precum that latched on to the skin below his belly button.
