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“I didn’t go too far, did I?” he asks.
A lot of guys I’ve been with aren’t too worried about getting rough, but it doesn’t surprise me at all that he’s the kind of man who does.
“That was fucking perfect. Might not be able to give head again tonight—or talk tomorrow.” Even now, my voice sounds raspy. “But it was so hot having you use me like that.”
His arms wrap around me, steady and comforting, before his lips ghost over my neck. “Good thing there’s plenty of other ways I can use you.” He pulls back with a smile. “And plenty of ways you can use me right back.”
Chapter 9
Émile
My limbs are tight as I roll onto my back and stretch out like a cat. It was a long, long night, and I lost track of the number of times we had sex, but,damn,it feels as though I spent the night working out instead.
Christian was insatiable. And despite what he said, he did have another blowjob in him, which he gave me, upside down on the side of the bed, while I ate his ass.
Turns out bendy dancers are full of surprises. Even bulky ones like him.
And between all the sex, we just lay here and … talked. Joked. Laughed until my side had stitches and he distracted me with a hand job.
I glance over at where he’s sleeping. His arm is thrown over his face, scruffy beard visible beneath it, along with a glint of his nose ring in the early sunlight. He’s still naked, sheets tangled around one leg, leaving the rest of his exquisite body on display. Including those defined, elegant collarbones that are going tofucking ruin me, and his soft, thick cock that’s resting against his thigh, which will play an equal part in my demise.
Given how late we were up last night, it’s creeping close to ten, which means I should be finding my clothes and getting ready to leave.
I just … don’t want to.
The magnetic pull he has over me is getting ridiculous at this point, but I almost wish I was still sleeping, cuddled up to his chest.
In my defense, it’s a glorious chest. All hard muscle, smooth skin, and minimal hair. I’m contemplating whether waking him with a blowjob is an option, when he starts to stir. Just a low groan at first, then a large inhale, and as he lets it out again, his powerful legs stretch toward the foot of the bed.
His arm slowly rises from his face so he can peek out at me, and I’m scared for a moment that his wake-up was all an act and he’s going to ask what the hell I’m still doing here.
Christian shamelessly checks me out. “Morning.”
I can’t help my chuckle. “You sound like you smoked a packet of cigarettes last night.”
“Hazards of being a gold star cock sucker.”
“I don’t think gold is high enough of a merit, if I’m honest.” I roll onto my side, trying to read whether he wants me gone, but he only mimics the movement.
“You weren’t bad yourself.”
“Well, that’s what every man strives to hear the morning after sex.”
“Eh. Maybe you can try harder next time.”
My surprise must be obvious because he nudges me with his foot. “Unless there is no next time and that’s fine too. Last night was fun.”
“It really was. If I’d known what I was agreeing to when I offered to be your date, I would have skipped the whole wedding and taken you home instead.”
Some of the amusement dims in his face.
“Nope.” I boop him on the nose. “No thinking about it, remember?”
“Kinda think that’ll be burned into my brain forever.”
“Mine too. It was hilarious seeing you go arse over tit.”
Thankfully, Christian laughs like I’d hoped he would.
