It’s terrifying how plain it sounds, and how warm and true it feels. The sky above us is still holding on to its orange as I hear it again, the clear sound of his voice saying the words.
Tom McKenna is in love with me.The one thing I wanted most, but never let myself hope for.
Now he’s sitting here with my hands in his, looking at me like I’m worth the risk.
Like I’m safe with him.
Is this really happening? Is he choosing me? All of me?
His face scrunches. “Right. This is getting painfull…"
“I…” I stutter, I don’t even know how to get the words out.
Wait. I don’t need words.
I grab his shirt and pull him back to my lips, kissing him with everything jammed in my throat. The love, the fear, the wanting, until we’re both breathless and shaking.
Our foreheads touch and I realize this is new for me too. To be his. Completely.
“I want to be your everything.” I whisper it against his mouth, thumb dragging slowly over his parted lips.
“You are. You’re more than that. God, you’re fucking beautiful, Yosh. I just want to hold you. Love you. Have sex with you, endlessly.”
My mind is about to explode. I grab his wrist, pulling him to his feet.
My hands are everywhere—his waist, his back, twisted in his shirt as I haul him through the door.
He gets it, coming straight at me like he’s ready to fight.
We collide, and I drive him back against the wall. I don’t even care how we’re supposed to make it to the bedroom. Right here is fine too.
“Is this what you’re into, huh? You like it a little rough?” he asks.
I hook my fingers through his, pinning his arm against the concrete. My hard, aching cock presses into his stomach as I hold him in place.
A laugh as evil as the demon of greed echoes through my kitchen. He pushes me off with blunt force. For a second, I think he’s about to go full attack. But then he steps forward and drops to his knees.
Next thing I know, my pants are at my ankles.
God, this guy... This is exactly why I do bad boys.
He gives me this look of pure innocence as he drags his cheek along my length, never breaking eye contact. Then he parts his lips and I watch my cock disappear into his mouth.
My eyes fly up to the ceiling, a moan tearing out of me as his filthy mouth sucks me off with no restraint.
He’s blowing me like he wants to make one thing clear: this is what happens when you throw Tom McKenna against a wall. Not only do you lose the battle, you go down with your own ship.
My fingers claw his hair because I need something to hold.
Every time I want to catch my breath, he sucks tighter, deeper. The hungry sounds around my cock rip right through me.
He doesn’t pause. Not even for a second. My breath is all over the place. I’m rambling his name over and over again, begging him to stop and to not stop within the same sentence.
My vision blurs. I’m so fucking close I could break apart.
One more lick over my sensitive tip, one more filthy, perfect drag of his tight mouth. This is it. I’m done.
I come, loud and trembling. He catches me when my muscles give out. His mouth keeps working me, slow and deep, tongue teasing me through the aftershocks before picking up the pace again.
