Page 12 of Challenge Me

The fingers inside of him were choked by a vice-like grip while my others dug into his ass cheek. As much as I tried to hold myself together, I knew that I was losing it. With no way to stop myself from tipping over the edge, I focused on taking him with me. When I targeted his most sensitive spot, his entire body jerked. It barely took any time for his jaw to go slack as he gave in to the release.

I continued to fuck his throat and finger his ass as he rode it out. His grip on my dick was almost too much, but it was also just right. I looked at the ceiling and dug my toes into the floor when he squeezed my balls, forcing me into the height of my orgasm as the lights pricked at my eyes. He sucked on my head as he pulled back, sending a final jolt through me.

Before he could swallow it all, I grabbed his hair at the roots and tipped his face back. My lips came down on his, which were dripping with cum and saliva.

“I was wrong,” I murmured against his mouth.

“About what?”

His voice was weak, shaky. It made me go in for another kiss. When I swept my tongue over his, I groaned from the taste.

“I thought you were angelic when you walked in that door, but only a devil sends gifts too sweet to refuse.”

A quick laugh escaped him before I kissed him again. This time, he rose on his knees and clutched the back of my neck. We stayed like that until the haze faded, leaving us in the calm, quiet bar, both of us with heavy eyes.

“Sorry,” he said as he moved to pick up his jeans from the floor.

I pulled on my pants but left everything else. “What in the name of Homer’s blind eyes are you sorry for?”

He lifted a brow. “We were supposed to . . . you know, do more.”

His head dipped, probably to hide his blush, but I caught it. Taking the sides of his face, I tipped it back and met his eyes.

“There are a lot of ways to have sex. If you ever find a guy who’s pissed he didn’t get to fuck your ass, run away from that man.” I touched his lip and pulled it down. “You caught me by surprise, not gonna lie. But I don’t give a shit whether it’s your ass or your mouth. As long as it was a riot. And it was that.”

A smile took the place of the worry on his face. “It was, huh?”

Holy hellfire, this man could probably get me wrapped around all five of his fingers with hardly any effort. Definitely the type to take home to mom, if I still had one of those. That meant it was time for me to lock him out and send him back to wherever he came from.

Thankfully, he got dressed and navigated toward the exit, so I didn’t have to find a way to nudge him in that direction.

“Is it a long way home?” I asked when we reached the door.

“Depends what you consider long.”

His cryptic answer made one side of my mouth lift. “Still won’t tell me where you work?”

“Boston.”

That was a good two hours away. Knowing he wasn’t a townie was a relief. No awkward run-ins at the grocery store. No temptation.

And yet . . .

“Maybe you’d be interested in calling if you get lonely,” I ventured.

He opened the door and took one step backward. I watched him carefully. When I homed in on his hesitation, I followed, even when he continued further. Since he seemed to like bold moves, I grabbed the front of his shirt to halt his escape.

A sound escaped his throat, and he leaned into me slightly. “What’s wrong with you?”

I snorted a laugh. “Trying to find a reason to turn me down?”

“Yes.”

“Curiosity killed the cat, didn’t you hear?”

“I think I’ll be okay. So, are you going to answer?”

“Oh, baby, we don’t have nearly enough time for that tonight. Come back tomorrow if you want the scoop.”