He nipped at my lip and tugged it before letting it go. “Because your psycho ex tried to kill us tonight. This isn’t how I want our first real night together to be.”
I sighed and scooted back on my heels. “So…tomorrow?” I held up my arm and looked at my non-existent watch. “Because it’s almost midnight.”
He pinched my side and sat up so we were face-to-face again. "Why don’t you go shower. You've had a long night."
I smirked. “Is that your way of telling me I have to take care of my own cock tonight?”
He shook his head and smiled. “Go.”
With a glance at his pump, I realized he probably needed some privacy so I didn’t argue. “Fine.”
Standing under the hot water helped to unknot muscles that had been pulled tight since the moment Mitch's name showed up on my phone. I took Ozzie’s advice and rubbed one out so I wasn’t miserable all night. But it didn’t take long. He kept me on the edge of orgasm just by smiling at me. Which he did way more often than on that first night. By the time I turned off the water and dried off, I felt more like a person and less like a live wire.
I came out to the living room in my sleep clothes and found him waiting with a towel and his overnight bag. “I’ll just be a few minutes.”
“Take your time.” I needed to change the sheets on my bed and tidy up my room before he came in. It wasn’t a mess, but there were some clothes on the floor that didn’t quite make it into the hamper.
When Ozzie came out in flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt, he looked at the couch and then at the hall closet where the extra bedding was kept. As if there was no need to question it, he was already moving toward it when I stopped him.
“Ozzie?” I kept my voice even so he'd know I wasn't just trying to push him for more than either of us were ready for. "I'm not trying to make it into something it isn’t, but will you sleep in my room with me?"
He froze and then turned around. “Cedric… Sweetheart.”
God, that hit in a way I’d never experienced before. “I just want you close tonight. Please."
His gaze shifted between my eyes and then he blew out a breath. "Okay."
My bed was big enough that we weren't on top of each other, but he was close enough that when he put his arm out, I went into it without thinking. Ozzie was warm and solid and smelled so good.
I used his big bicep as a pillow and tucked my face toward his shoulder as I fully relaxed for the first time in a while. A long while.
“Good night, Cedric.” He bent down and waited for me to lift my head for a soft kiss.
“Good night, Ozzie.” I breathed him in and reveled in his strength and warmth. “And thank you.”
At some point, I passed out, and that was how I knew I actually felt safe. One minute, I was hyperfocused on his breathing next to me and the weight of his hand on my hip. And then the next, I was almost sweating from the heat wafting off his bare skin under my cheek.
There was just enough light coming in through the cracks in the blinds that I could clearly see the covers were off and so were most of Ozzie’s clothes. While he went to sleep in flannel pants and a shirt, he was now wearing nothing but skin and tight boxers.
Damn, he looked good.
We’d both shifted positions throughout the night, and when I woke up, I was a few inches lower and staring right at his left nipple. The nipple that had a small drop of white milk beaded on the tip.
Holy shit.
Ozzie’s breathing was slow and even, and it didn’t seem like he was about to wake up, so I did the thing I’d been curious to try all night.
I stuck out my tongue and swiped the drop off his pebbled skin. It was sweet and creamy, almost like the milk left at the bottom of a cereal bowl.Maybe just one more taste would be okay?
When his breathing didn’t change, I kissed his nipple and applied the slightest bit of suction.
Another drop hit my lips, and I sucked harder, immediately getting rewarded with a spray of milk from several tiny holes. My brain told me to back away and pretend it never happened, but then a firm palm landed on the back of my neck and held me in place.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You sure know how to wake a guy up.” I looked down and saw his other hand hidden underneath the waistband of his boxers.
Okay, Ozzie liked it too. Perfect.
I opened wider and sucked harder, pulling mouthfuls of his warm milk into my mouth until he was bucking off the bed and then coating the inside of his boxers with a sticky load of a different kind of milk.
