Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
HENRY
“Don’t tempt me, Rozen,” I groaned, jerking away from him so I didn’t give in and dry hump him until we both blew in our pants in a parking lot. I couldn’t believe I’d gotten so carried away that I forgot where I was, when I really didn’t like public displays of affection. “Want to come home with me?”
“God, yes,” he said, readjusting his cock blatantly before circling my car to the passenger side. “You said you’re all mine for thirty-six hours, and I plan to make them all count.”
I shot him a look and then we got in the car. My mind was whirling, but I tried to do what I’d promised and keep a pin in ironing out our history. Rozen was right. Bottom line, it all seemed silly and not worth another thought now, not when we had both shared that underneath that non-issue, we liked each other. And our kisses… they wiped out memories of any others.
Feeling my cock flex in my sweats, I turned into my neighborhood of new builds that looked like rustic cottages. Swinging into the driveway of my corner house, painted apricot with white trim, I cut the engine. I knew if I had an attached garage, we would be having our first orgasms right in my car, but sadly, I didn’t have a garage.
We went inside, where it was mostly clean, except for a single set of dirty dishes on the coffee table from earlier tonight and peeled-off socks strewn across my doormat with my shoes. He wandered farther in to peek at the framed photos in a cute artsy collage on the divider wall between the living room and the kitchen. I hurried into my messier bedroom to pick up.
“Don’t clean up on my account,” he murmured from behind me.
I whirled around with a bunch of crap in my arms like a deer in headlights. When he sauntered in and toed out of his shoes before crawling onto my bed, I made a production of dropping everything onto the floor in a pile in front of my closet, then I took my shoes off too.
“So,” he asked, sounding idly curious, as he undressed down to his tiny lace boxer briefs, “what do you like in bed, Henry?” He fiddled with the waistband, knowing how sexy he was, and ran greedy eyes over my body. “I’m a smart man who learns, so I’m asking instead of assuming.”
My lips quirked and I went over to the bed and just scooped him up into my arms.
“Oh fuck, okay, never mind, you just… keep it up,” he rambled between pants, locking his ankles at the small of my back and rubbing against my abs like a sexy little ab-loving hypocrite.
I shifted my grip on his ass until I could drag him up and down in short mid-air bounces that rutted our hard cocks together. He cried out and yanked on my hair, then plunged his tongue into my mouth to kiss the hell out of me, and we feasted on each other relentlessly. I knew we were too worked up to do anything complicated or advanced right now, and after all those accidental touches while we danced, all I wanted was for us to frot until we got relief.
“ Jesus ,” he moaned, just like he had eating that first bite of pancake.
“Come as quick as you want,” I urged him, rubbing him on my cock faster, “right here, right now, so then we can shower and I can lay you out and take you apart for fucking hours.”
“W-who are you?” he asked with a frantic gasping laugh.
“The only fucking Henry,” I rumbled, rutting rougher.
Rozen spasmed in my grip, clinging to my hair and his thighs clenching around my ribs, and shouted out as he came against my cock, his come soaking through his briefs and my sweats, the scent sharp and strong. The thought of tasting it fresh from the source during the next round had me swelling even more and then coming too, spurting sharp and intense in my sweats.
“Damn right, the only Henry,” he mumbled as his head fell limply on my shoulder.
Chuckling softly, I carried him to the bathroom. We had a short, sleepy shower where I washed us both, gently exploring the lines and dips of his body, the tight furl of his hole, while he told me all the things he liked in bed in between perfect kisses that made us half-hard again.
Exhaling hard, he groaned, “Oh god, please take me back to bed.”
“Thought you’d never ask,” I quipped, but it was a little more serious than I meant.
With more long looks at each other, we went back to my bed, where he sprawled out on his back, my blankets tucked down to just above the root of his cock, pubes peeking out.
I settled on my side, resting on one arm, and just enjoyed looking at him.
Then he pounced on me, knocking me onto my back and making me smile. Perched above me, his cock thickening more, he played with my damp hair, making a soft, happy pur. “When I was watching all those men hit on you at the bar, I kept thinking about how soft your hair looks.”
“Yeah?” I asked, feeling shy but really pleased. “Does it live up to the hype?”
“Mmhm.” His hands stroked down to my shoulders and began tracing over the lines of my tattoos, his eyes focused on watching, and said quietly, “I know I said to put a pin in it, but I have to say… I really am sorry. I think I just liked you from the very beginning and then when I thought you stole my client, it made me doubt my instincts that you were wonderful. I’m not…” He sighed and shrugged jerkily. “I’m not great at dating. My brother and I made this pact that we didn’t want to be… boring like my parents, who got together young and never looked back.”
Humming softly, I brushed my hands up his thighs where they were spread over mine, my thumbs settling into the groove between his hip and groin. “You said you’re a twin, right?” When he nodded, I nodded too. “I’ve heard that’s a really special, powerful bond. I can understand not wanting to risk damaging it on anything less than perfection.”
His eyes shot up to mine finally, so bright and sharp, and it was like all these pieces fell into place in my heart and guts. It wasn’t love , but it was definitely something that could easily become love, and I sucked in a hissing breath and curled up to catch his mouth in a bruising, almost desperate kiss. Groaning, he collapsed down on me to get a better angle, grinding on me.
“I’m not perfect,” I gasped as he moved to kiss and mouth at my shoulder, “but I’m definitely a safe bet, Rozen. I shouldn’t have let how intimidated I felt by you stop me from pushing to clear the air. I told myself I wanted to go to the club to see your reaction when I showed up instead of the hookup you were expecting. But I was really hoping that we’d?—”
“End up in bed together?” he asked with a feral little smile.
I laughed and took his cock in my hand, stroking lightly, enjoying its subtle curve. I didn’t mind that he wanted to ease back into less emotional territory. It had been a long night with a lot of revelations, and he wasn’t running away. Like I’d told him, more than once tonight, I was dedicated, and that came with a lot of patience. Rozen may not be great at dating, but I sure as hell was, even if my past relationships hadn’t lasted, and I knew how to switch gears to keep him comfortable and not feel overwhelmed by what was growing, really fast, between us.
“Oh no, you caught me,” I said lightly, “I’m actually a maniacal guy and I schemed all night just to lure you into my bed so that you can finally blow my back out.”
He groaned and tickled my ribs in retaliation, scraping his teeth over my nipple.
“That’s your real birthday present,” I went on, my breaths coming quicker as he sucked bite marks into my pecs and I jerked him off with a strong grip, “because my ass is a gift .”
“Fuck yeah it is,” he groaned. “First let me suck your big dick, then I’ll claim my gift.”
Shifting lower, forcing me to let go of his cock, he loved on my abs before he moved his attention to my thighs, urging me to spread them. I groaned and cursed up a storm when he licked my taut sack, then pulled it into his mouth to roll my balls on his tongue. When he let them go with a pop and slithered his tongue down my taint to my hole, I reached for my cock and tugged on it feverishly, my legs flexing wider and my heels digging into the mattress.
The little tease stopped way before I was ready, and I whined in protest.
“Don’t come yet,” was all he said, flashing me that sexy smug smile I’d hated until sometime tonight, before he took hold of the base of my cock and slurped the crown into his mouth. It was so good that I couldn’t even catch my breath, my hands reaching up to grab my pillow hard. My body strained as I fought against letting the pleasure become too much, my balls drawing up.
At the very last second, he pulled off, making me curl up with a last dainty lick over my slit.
Panting, getting myself under control again, I watched him wipe his damp lips and suck off my taste. When he arched an eyebrow, I said hoarsely, “Supplies are in my desk.”
He shot me a killer grin and rifled through my desk to get a condom and lube.
“What position do you want to be in?” he asked me as he got back on the bed.
“Want to watch you,” I told him.
He rewarded me with another kiss, fisting my hair to jerk my head back farther. “I love watching you too,” he said as he got between my thighs again and flipped open the lid of the lube. “You’re so sexy and graceful, just like you were on the dance floor,” he complimented me, his wet fingers circling my rim and softening it. I didn’t blink as he took his time stretching me, paying attention to what made me moan and arch my chest up sharply until I was ready.
“Kiss me,” I pleaded as he guided his cock to my hole, curling my legs up to make it easier.
“I will,” he assured me, “but first let me watch while I take my present.”
I smiled, then cried out when he breached me.
“S-shit,” he hissed, his eyes wild as he sank into me to the root in a single fast drive.
“Fuck, yeah,” I shouted, locking my hands on his waist to stop him from pulling out. His cock was long and thin, piercing me so deeply, and I clenched around him and fucked myself on him with deep, guttural groans of satisfaction. My eyes fell shut as I moved on him, dazed with how good it felt, and then his mouth was on mine and he was moving with me, another kind of dance where we were in perfect synchronicity. “God, so good, baby, you feel so good .”
We got lost then, our tempo climbing fast, the sounds of his body slapping against mine loud and mixed with our cries of pleasure. The bed started tapping the wall and I braced my hands on it for even more leverage, gasping between every kiss now, my orgasm rising fast.
His hand burrowed between our bodies plastered together to jerk my cock.
“Happy birthday, Rozen,” I groaned hoarsely just before my body locked up and my come poured over his hand, slippery as he worked me through it. After two quick thrusts, he ground deep and threw his head back, his face twisted up as he came beautifully without a sound.
Wheezing, we lay there stunned. I whimpered when he carefully pulled out and helped me straighten my shaking legs, then peeled my hands off the wall and kissed each of my palms.
“I don’t have a clean washcloth,” I mumbled, “so just grab a shirt off the floor.”
That made him chuckle weakly as he dragged himself out of bed and found one, handing it to me before he took care of the condom and got the blankets straightened out so they could cover us. Flopping down next to me, he immediately curled up on me with his head on my shoulder, petting my chest hair and side, his leg thrown over mine and his hair in my face. Gently brushing it back, I kissed the top of his head, then slid an arm around his back.
“Good?” he asked.
“Consider my back blown,” I said, making him snort. “Good for you too?” I checked.
“So good I think we’d better be boyfriends,” he said nervously.
I was so surprised I jerked my chin down to stare at him. “R-really?”
He dropped a sweet, soft kiss on my mouth. “Yeah. I’ll learn to love your abs,” he said mournfully, showing off his sexy pout for a second before it curved into a beaming smile.
With an audible swallow, I whispered, “And what about the rest of me?”
That delicate flush rose up on his cheeks and he said, “It may have taken one drunken wrong number to make me see what’s been right under my nose for two years, but I see it now. You’re amazing, Henry Saunders. I can’t wait to fall in love with everything else about you.”
Holding him tighter, I cupped his chin and promised him, “I can’t wait either, Rozen. It’s going to be perfect.” We sighed and then he laughed a little nervously, so I added, repeating his drunken overconfident words from earlier, “Because my instincts are spectacular. Stupendous.”
He burst into the loud, happy laughter I’d loved from the first time I heard it.
We both smirked and then kissed them off each other’s faces.