Chapter 4 #2
To that end, I added a fourth finger. What came from his lips might’ve been a whimper or a sob.
It didn’t really matter because he bobbed his head faster, chasing the goal I’d given him.
He wouldn’t reach it. Not until I’d had my fill of him and stripped him of his own control.
Not until he was a trembling mess of a man beneath me.
“You should see your ass, baby. So fucking perfect.”
Amir’s fingers played with my balls, heightening the pleasure unbearably.
His mouth was impossibly wet as he moaned around me.
No matter how hard I fucked his throat, he didn’t stop me or pull back.
He continued to impale himself on my fingers while he drooled on my floors and his dick leaked on my pool table.
I removed my pinky to give me better movement.
His ass was open for me, swallowing my fingers down to their furthest point.
And he was relentless. When I slowed my thrusts, he kept going, taking my dick down to the base with more enthusiasm than I’d ever seen.
While he continued to play with my balls, he shifted forward as far as he could without taking his elbows off of the table’s edge.
He used his other hand to grip my shaft so tightly at the root that my knees nearly buckled.
“Amir,” I gasped. I wanted to pull back but was unable to find the will to stop him.
His hips thrust backward, then circled, taking full control of his own pleasure. Relentless sounds came from his throat—long ones, short ones, whimpers, moans, grunts. It was a fucking symphony that threatened the insanity I lived by and fractured my composure.
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.”
“I can’t.”
“Then I’ll be waiting for that phone to ring.” Pinching his chin, I tilted his face. He let me kiss him, but I didn’t draw it out, knowing that there was a healthy chance he wouldn’t take me up on the offer. “I think I’m on Google.”
“You think?”
I shrugged. “If not, you’ll just have to make the drive.”
He scoffed, but the amusement lingered on his face as he put distance between us. “It was nice to meet you, Remi.”
“You too, Amir.”
I watched him until he reached his car, which was parallel parked across the street. It was nicer than anything I’d ever driven—sleek, cherry-red, rims that would definitely catch the sunlight and blind unsuspecting drivers. As I’d suspected, he had money. Loads of it.
I couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Amir wouldn’t call. Even if he did, it wouldn’t go anywhere. We were worlds apart, brief blips in each other’s paths.
At least the blip had been fun while it lasted.