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“Bedroom.” He grunts and I swallow the noise. But now that I have my hands on him, I’m not in a hurry to let him go, and we bump and stumble our way to his door. He throws it open, blindly swipes to find it again as we spill inside and he shoves me up against the wall.
“Goddamn door.” He slams it with a resolutethudand then instantly melts to his knees.
My thighs tremble at the memory of the last time he was kneeling in front of me and I sink back into the wall, letting him take full control. He pops my button, rips open my fly, and then his hand dives under my boxer briefs and closes around my aching cock.
Relief is pumped into my bloodstream, as heady as adrenaline, and I arch into his fist, begging him for more. And God, he doesn’t make me ask for it. As soon as he pulls me out, he wraps his lips around me and swallows me to the root, just like the last time in the shower. And it’s bliss. Mind-numbing bliss that I wish I could live in for the rest of my worthless life, because I honestly don’t think I’m being dramatic when I say there’s no greater sight than him on his knees.
Only, then he goes and proves me wrong by releasing me so he can pull off his shirt. Skin. So much skin. And muscle. I want to taste it all. Bite and lick and suck, but then he’s moaning around my cock again and I can’t seem to keep my thought processes from crashing into each other.
Through heavy lids, I watch him work me over with a type of enthusiasm I’ve never seen before. He’s all unrestrained, red flushed cheeks, hand gripping the front of his sweats like a goddamn clamp. My shirt feels too tight and restrictive, but my fingers stumble over the order of buttons with an ocean of pleasure swimming through me.
My balls pull tight.
“Oh, god, you need to stop,” I gasp.
Christian immediately pulls off, dark eyes shuttered and unfocused. “Why?”
“Because as much as I’d love to come in your mouth, I’m not quite ready for this to be over yet.”
Focus drips into him until his eyes fix on mine. “What did you have in mind?”
“Would you let me fuck you?”
His groan comes from somewhere deep inside of him, and he leans forward to dust his lips over the crease where my thigh meets my groin. “Only if you do it really,reallyhard.”
His words short-circuit my brain and I haul him to his feet. Flip us. His back hits the wall with a satisfyingthumpand our mouths crash together. He tastes like me, and like him, and I need to get off, to come, to get this consuming need out of me. He shouldn’t feel like everything. He shouldn’t feel like the end. He shouldn’t feel like the thing I need to turn my body to static, all energy. A constant buzz of want.
“Condoms?”
“I’m on PrEP.”
“So am I, love, but I’d still prefer to use one.” Because of my reputation and my family and not at all because the thought of my cum running down his muscular thighs makes me never want to leave this room again.
“There’s … a couple in the drawer. Lube too.” He nods to his nightstand. “There.”
“Strip off, turn around, and plant your hands on the wall.”
He’s got his pants around his ankles before I’ve taken a step and it’s near impossible to tear my eyes away from his plump ass. The elegant curve of his back.
Fucking dancers.
I rid myself of my shirt before grabbing a condom and the tube of lube. I’m so turned on that I’m almost cross-eyed. Tempted to just slick myself up and push inside, but I forcemyself to slow down. To press against his back, to kiss his neck and his shoulder and sink my teeth into that delicious dip there.
Christian takes the lube and flicks open the cap, while I drop the condom at our feet. My hands map out his delicious plains of muscle, bringing out the most erotic low sounds from him.
“I know you don’t want this over with, but gonna warn you that it might not be our choice if you don’t get a move on. I wanna come so bad.”
I chuckle and suck a mark onto his neck, loving the way he squirms against me.
“Give me your hand,” he begs.
I give it. Then wait, while he covers my fingers in lube, and try not to tremble when he presses his arse back into me. Nestling my cock in warmth.
My fingers sneak into the furrow of his ass, following the trail down to his hole, and I don’t waste any time pressing inside. The sounds catching in his throat are low and needy, spurring me on and threatening to make me float away.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Just like that.”
He takes my finger all the way and rocks back onto it. “More.”
