He was right on one count at least; I was definitely getting hard. He might have been speeding through the list of things he appreciated about my body, but there was no denying that I appreciated it. Certainly didn’t hurt that he was practically squirming in his seat, and I thought it had less to do with embarrassment and more the same restless energy he’d shown last week when he’d been turned on.
Perhaps it was the best opportunity we were going to get to talk about what happened, but right now I was forgetting all about that important detail, and forgetting Charlene and her demand for more information. All that mattered was that he was sitting there, looking at me with a growing hunger in his eyes. That we were completely alone and not able to be interrupted or walked in on, since we were the only ones with access to my quarters.
There was a bed nearby, and a bottle of lube, previously for solo use only, and now?—
“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked hoarsely.
“You can have a few for free, because right now I’m thinking,” I said, setting my glass down and pushing to my feet, leaning on the arms of his chair and bringing my face close to his, “that we have privacy, time, shared interest and really there’s just one detail I can’t settle on.”
“What would that be?” he asked, tilting his head back and staring up at me with burning eyes.
“Who’s going to fuck who?” I wondered. His eyes widened even further, and I smiled.
“I’m sure we can figure that out,” he said and reaching out. I thought he was going to reach for my pants, but one hand camedown on my hip and the other to the back of my head and drew me down into a kiss.
I wasn’t surprised by the kiss, but the way my whole body suddenly burned with desire as our lips met and then parted so our tongues could meet took me by surprise. I had thought I was hard before, but now I was hard enough that it was borderline painful as his tongue slid over mine, as if chasing the taste of me, or the drink I had just finished. Fingers crawled down my neck, scraping gently, playfully against my skin as his fingers splayed against my back and shoulders, gripping as if trying to trace the movements of my muscles.
Reaching down, I took hold of him and pulled him to his feet, drawing him back with me. Gripping the bottom of his shirt, I yanked it off him, forcing us to break as he kicked off his shoes and came back to resume the kiss. My fingers slid over his side and around to his back, inching down so I could curl my hand around his ass and give it a squeeze, smiling at the firmness and the way he grunted encouragingly as I pulled him close.
At some point my legs hit the bed and my knees gave way, tilting me backward, and I took him with me. I grunted when he landed wrong, driving an elbow into my gut, but I never let go of him as he shifted his arm aside, pushing against the bed rather than into my ribs.
“Sorry,” he gasped, but I pushed him onto his back, kissing him again as I undid his pants, opening them and only then did I break the kiss. I yanked his pants off, taking his socks with them, dropping all of it onto the ground beside the bed to be retrieved whenever he left.
I brought my mouth down onto his stomach, smirking when he squirmed the minute I started sucking lecherously on his hips, not caring but hoping I left a mark before running my tongue along his waist, just above the tight underwear that did nothing to hide his arousal. The light fabric had a dark circlewhere his head was, a sign he was already excited enough to leak.
He groaned when I grasped him, firmly but carefully, stroking him through his underwear. I tipped his head back with my nose before sucking on his neck and listening to him whimper as I sucked and licked him. His hips pushed into my grip, and I gave his neck a slight nip, hearing the way he softly groaned and making a mental note of it.
“Pants,” he grunted. His fingers were pushing at my sleep pants, and while I didn’t want to separate from him, I knew I would have to so we could both be completely naked. Not that we needed to be naked for this to work, but I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to feel every inch of our bodies pressed against each other.
So it was with some reluctance that I pulled away to yank loose the strings of my sleep pants while he hooked his thumbs into his underwear, shoving them down as I did the same with my pants. His cock swung up and smacked against his bare stomach audibly. He pushed back against the bed and then looked up at me.
For a moment, I was taken aback by the sight of him, all toned muscle and lines defining his body. He glistened from how pale and reflective the hair on his body was, and his cock was leaving a mess on his stomach as it bobbed lazily. I wondered if that is what kings and emperors felt like when they came into their rooms to find a gift in the form of a beautiful concubine sprawled on their bed, waiting.
And it was just for me.
I descended, unsure where I was going to go until my mouth landed on his chest, my hands sliding down to his hips to hold him in place as he squirmed when I caught one of his nipples in my mouth. I flicked it with my tongue, which made him wriggle,and when I caught it between my teeth and slid it back and forth, his back arched and he gasped, his cock smacking against mine.
“Jesus,” he groaned. “You can fuck me, you can fuck me all you want, or I can fuck myself, just Jesus.”
I wasn’t sure how the Good Lord would feel about being called out in a moment like that, but he was probably used to it after generations of people doing the same thing. I was, however, met by the desire to make him call my name with the same reverence and anticipation. Maybe that was blasphemous, but I was willing to throw myself into full-on heresy if it meant I got to hear him call out my name like a desperate prayer.
“Fuck yourself, huh?” I asked in a low voice that I felt rumble through my chest. “Is that your way of saying you’re going to use me like a sex doll?”
“Use you and abuse you,” he chuckled, looking around. “Or you can use and abuse me, I’m not picky, but, uh?—”
“Here,” I said, knowing what he was looking for and reaching onto the shelves above my bed, cluttered with pictures of people I didn’t want to think about while I had Reggie naked and panting on my bed. I grabbed the lube and opened it with one hand, then tilted it to spread over my right hand and set it aside, careful to cap the bottle as my fingers searched.
And found.
He gave a soft groan as one of my fingers slid into him, and I felt a shiver go down my back at the feel of the tight heat. I slid in deeper as I caught his lips, loving the way his mouth pressed desperately against mine, eager to feel more than just my fingers. Except the best I could offer was a second finger, pausing all else to savor the feeling of him opening up.
His breath came out in a shuddering gasp as he ground down on my fingers, his lips parting as he gave a heavy gasp. It was as if my fingers had found a new way to bring him to life, to set him off so he was writhing and pushing against me. He already feltincredible wrapped around my fingers, and I was almost dizzy with the thought of what it might feel like to push my cock inside him and feel the grip, to feel the way he held me as I pushed deep.
For the third finger, I slid down his body and wrapped my lips around his leaking head, his body going wire-tight as the combination of my fingers and mouth worked together as the third digit joined the other two. I didn’t know how long it had been for him, and while I probably shouldn’t have cared, some savage and fiercely snarling thing inside me insisted I make sure that whatever I did tonight would wipe out the memory of whoever had been with him before, and before that and before that, all the way back to Malcolm because that memory was still sacred.
Sacred, yes, but not something I wanted to think about. Thinking of Malcolm, of the things we shared before I started dating Charlene, before he had met Reggie, was too much for me to carry along with the surging desire and overwhelming lust coursing through me. There was a limit to what a human could hold in their head in one moment, and right now I wanted to make sure all my energy and attention was locked onto the man below me who looked ready to claw into me just to get more.
As if reading my thoughts, he squirmed harder, reaching up to take hold of my biceps and squeeze. “Cock, inside me. Now.”
