Chapter 10 Taste #2
He was silent for a while, just breathing. I felt his fluttering pulse under my lips, where I kissed and nuzzled his throat.
“If I stay, I want to fuck your ass,” he breathed.
“Mhmm. I’m up for that.”
He leaned back and looked at me. His lips were set in a grim line. “This is temporary. I’m being grossly unprofessional by agreeing to this, and I will have to stop working for you.”
I swallowed a protest and forced a sweet smile. “We’ll deal with that on Monday.”
Afraid he’d move away, I cupped his jaw. His stubble scraped my palm.
His eyes flicked between mine, and his plush lips parted.
He was so ridiculously pretty.
I caught his upper lip between mine, and he gave out a soft whimper.
I’d fucked alphas before, and they’d fucked me. But I didn’t remember ever kissing one. With Terrance, it felt like a matter of course—the natural next step.
He opened his mouth for my tongue and twisted his torso so he could wrap his arms around me.
Sweet heaven and hell.
How he moaned when our tongues slid against each other! Desperate and needy.
When he pushed me down on the bed with the full force of his shifter strength and lay on top of me, I was hard and throbbing.
I pushed back to test his determination, and he growled, tongue-fucking my mouth.
He pinned my wrists to the mattress and gave me his full weight while he sucked and bit and licked into my mouth like he’d die of thirst if we stopped kissing.
He was perfect.
When he tore off, he was panting and humping me, our dicks sliding against each other.
“Jerk us off together,” I said. “Lube is in the upper drawer to the left.”
Letting go of my wrists, he reached for the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. He knelt between my spread thighs and poured a generous amount on his palm and mine. Then we wrapped our hands around both our cocks.
“Yeah. You’re amazing, Terry. I love the feeling of your hard dick against mine.”
“I won’t last,” he warned.
“Me neither.”
He stared into my face for the entire time. When he started coming, he squeezed his eyes shut. His cum bubbled up gently at first then spurted and splattered on my chest. He watched avidly again when I scooped the dollops of cum off my skin and licked my fingers.
On a low growl, he pinned my hands back to the bed and lowered himself to lick my stomach. He ate the cum off my chest and kissed me.
Around that time, I grew afraid.
Was it because we were both shifters? I’d never felt like this with anyone before. I’d never experienced this all-consuming lust, this desire so strong I had to have more, no compromises allowed.
When his grip on my hands loosened, I rolled to my side and hugged him to me. Our kisses slowed and gentled. Pulling away, I scanned his features. He was flushed but looked a little tired now. He probably hadn’t slept much.
The fear in his eyes mirrored mine.
Something strange was happening.
I had no idea what it was. I just couldn’t stop touching him.
TERRANCE
I’d thrown my entire career into the wind. Poof. Just like that. Because of Lothair Courtemanche. Or, more specifically, because of his dick.
The shape of it, the feeling of it pressing against the underside of mine. The impeccable, inimitable taste of his cum. Having the arrogant fucker on his knees, choking on my erection, was a dizzying rush.
Then he’d kissed me, and it had felt like flying.
Was I into alphas now? I could always appreciate them aesthetically. But with Lothair, the desire was real and disturbingly powerful. Having my fingers up his tiny, dry hole… I imagined forcing my cock inside him, the resistance of his body, the tight clench of muscle…
And now he was looking at me like that. As if what we were doing mattered. As if I mattered. But that couldn’t be true.
It was simply lust.
Did I let him ruin my perfectly organized life because of lust? What the fuck had he done to me?
“Let’s go swimming,” he said, hopping off the bed. “I just need to brush my teeth and take a piss.”
In classic Lothair fashion, he ran from one activity to another.
This time, I had to give it to him. The cold raindrops beating on my skin felt heavenly as we jogged naked toward the pool.
“Aren’t we going to flash anyone?” I checked.
“The staff is gone aside from the cook, and he’s on the other side of the house. C’mon!”
He dove into the pool. Looking around perfunctorily, I followed. I recalled my first night at this place when I’d seen him swimming in the nude.
And now, here I was.
I’m being stupid. So damned stupid.
Underwater, like I could take a few seconds break from the real world, I let my body sink deeper without moving. There was no going back from this, was there? But I’d already fucked up irreversibly last night when I let Zach and Lothair rope me into a threesome. I couldn’t do more harm than that.
Until Monday. Two days, two nights.
I’d taste his cum again. I could fuck him.
I will fuck him.
That shouldn’t have been the most convincing argument, dammit.
Needing to breathe, I kicked off the bottom and resurfaced in the middle of the pool.
“There you are,” Lothair called from the edge. “I was about to dive under and rescue you.”
“I’m fine.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, but I looked away and began swimming.
I did three laps and paused by the edge, lifting my face toward the rain. Lothair stopped right next to me. I felt his gaze on me, but I was a little afraid to face him.
This was uncharted territory. What were we doing? Sex was one thing…but were we actually spending time together?
Suddenly, he was right in front of me, caging me against the edge of the pool. He nuzzled under my jaw and grazed his teeth down my throat.
“You’re pretty when you’re all wet.”
I let out a broken chuckle.
It was such an alpha thing to do. I was always the one who approached my lovers, complimented, seduced, and took initiative.
But of course, even Hamish had ridiculed my “old-fashioned notions about alpha-ing,” as he’d described it.
Lothair gripped my ass cheeks under the water, squeezed and kneaded, kissing and biting my neck. We’d both come twice already. Even so, my dick stirred, and my balls felt heavy.
“How about we have breakfast?” I asked. I hated that my voice came out shaky.
Lothair leaned away and squinted at me. Then he caressed my ass and pushed himself from the edge of the pool. He climbed out on the other side, giving me a magnificent view of his backside in a move that must have been intentional.
“We need to dry up. Then food.”
We had no towels ready, so we walked into the pool house, leaving puddles everywhere. Lothair found a stack of towels on a side table by the sauna and threw one my way. I dried my hair, rubbed at my chest and back, and wrapped the towel around my hips.
Lothair threw his over his shoulder and walked into the house with his ass on display.
“Do you normally enjoy traipsing around the house naked, or is it for my benefit?”
He twirled around, his heavy dick swinging between his thighs. “Both.” He winked at me and continued down the hallway.
“What about the poor weekend cook?”
Lothair waved a dismissive hand. “He’s in the staff kitchen and knows better than to snoop around.”
Right. Lothair often had guests with whom he had sex in various parts of the house at unpredictable times. It was what he was doing when we first met, and I had been disgusted. Now, the reminder made me sneer with self-deprecation.
I’d been seduced. Easy as that. It couldn’t be undone, so I might as well enjoy the rest of the weekend. Could I pause my conscience and revisit my ethical values on Monday?
Apparently, I could.
He prepared breakfast naked. I appreciated the view even as I worried about his private parts while the oil sizzled around the eggs in a pan. He managed without mishap, and we ate in companionable silence.
By the time we made the second round of coffee, it had stopped raining, and Lothair suggested we drink it on the sofa on the patio.
“The cushions will be wet,” I said.
But he shrugged and walked through the glass door, heading out. Surprised, I found the outdoor lounge covered with a transparent plexiglass roof. Lothair hit a switch on the wall, and the roof began sliding back in segments, disappearing into a narrow opening above the door.
“It has sensors. When it rains, it pulls out automatically.” The childish grin on his face had me smiling back.
“Cool.”
“I know, right?”
He sank into the sofa and patted the cushion next to him, eyeing me over his mug of coffee. The fact that he was still very much naked was messing with my head. Not that my towel was doing much to cover me up.
I stared at him sprawled there, godlike but so at ease and content, with that ever-present smug smirk adorning his face. His violet eyes scanned my body, and he licked his lips.
How the hell had this man picked me apart so quickly?
“Are you going to fuck me now or after lunch? Cause I need to prep for that.”
Shaking my head, I sat beside him and took the mug from his hands. I set it on the coffee table and fisted his dick. It hardened in my palm, and I stroked it up and down, watching as Lothair closed his eyes, smiling.
“Mmm. You know what,” he whispered, “do whatever you want.”
I wanted to tease him. Drive him crazy and make him needy and desperate—pay him back for everything he’d done to me.
I wanted to lick his collarbones and bite his nipples, nuzzle the grooves between the muscles on his stomach, and I wanted to sip the precum from his slit until he bucked and whined and begged for mercy.
But I’d get to that in a minute.
First, I wanted to kiss him some more.
He tasted like coffee and dragon, and it occurred to me we could go flying together again. I’d suggest that later.
He kissed me back earnestly, tugged my towel away, and caressed my ass. I played with his cockhead, rubbing my thumb over his slit and smearing his precum around.
“Terry…” he mumbled against my lips.
I both loved and hated it when he called me that. It was like he was too close to me but not close enough.
“What?”
“Will you let me suck your dick again?”
He asked like I’d be doing him a favor, but the expression on his face was anything but pleading. He looked like he’d fight me if I told him no.
But I couldn’t for the life of me come up with any reason to tell him no. His mouth on my dick this morning had been the best feeling since I’d found out what sex was.
And wasn’t that terrifying?
I sank back against the sofa cushions and spread my legs. Lothair grinned victoriously then schooled his features into a sweet smile.
He knelt on the wooden floor, the planks creaking, and rested his hands on my knees.
“You have a gorgeous dick.”
With that, he licked me from root to tip.
I watched.
The Lothair Courtemanche, the incorrigible brat whose picture was in the dictionary next to the term “arrogance,” was on his knees, licking my cock and rubbing his cheek against the length.
When he mouthed my cockhead, I put my hand on his head and pushed him down.
My dick slid into his throat. He didn’t protest when I held him there for a while, savoring the wet warmth of his eager mouth.
It seemed I could make Lothair do what I wanted as long as what I wanted was sex.
I loosened my grip, and he bobbed his head up and down, gazing up at me.
“Will you eat my cum again?” My voice came out all raspy.
He hummed and sucked harder, the strong pull of his mouth making my balls tingle. I closed my eyes and drifted away on a cloud of lust.
I’d deal with the consequences on Monday.