Chapter 20 #2
“These fucking bandages,” he grumbles. “Always coming loose and pulling at my skin like a motherfucker.” He sighs. “I should go change them. Make yourself at home.”
Val slips past me, close enough that my knuckles brush his arm.
Then he heads across the main open space of the loft and down a hallway, presumably to his room.
I wait in the kitchen and pour myself a drink, sipping slowly and walking around the main space, eyeing the brick walls and huge factory windows enviously.
“Fuck! Shit! MotherFUCKer!”
The response is as immediate as before. One second I’m stationary, the next I’m bolting down the hall as if a kitten needs rescuing from a burning building.
“Well, hi.”
I stumble to a stop in the bedroom doorway. Val’s standing by a floor-length mirror, his beautiful torso twisted as he awkwardly tries to bandage his ribs.
And he’s naked.
Okay, not naked, but as well as being without the shirt he tossed away in the kitchen, he’s now also sans pants. He’s standing in front of the mirror in just a tight pair of black boxer-briefs that mold to every fucking inch of his ass. And in the front, which I can see in the mirror’s reflection…
My face heats.
I don’t think he’s even hard, but his cock looks fucking huge, bulging at the front of his briefs.
Christ, his body.
It’s fucking work of art. Sculpted, lean, yet muscled as hell. I’m built like a tank, but fuck. This motherfucker's abs are on another level. The tattoos swirling over his skin only add more forbidden heat to the whole picture.
Over his chest and shoulders, up his neck. Down his muscled arms. My eyes slowly drag over every inch of him, pausing here and there on a certain tattoo—the dragon near his ribs. The phoenix on his hip. Even one weird one on the back of one arm—this scrawled looking thing of chaotic and random ink.
“See something you like?”
My face throbs with heat, my eyes snapping from his dick to his face.
“I—”
“Come here.”
The room goes silent. Slowly, Val turns to me, wrapping the last of his bandage around his ribs and taping it in place. His head tilts to the side, every muscle in his body slowly coiling like a snake getting ready to strike.
Slowly, the bulge in his briefs begins to thicken, harden, lengthen. It pulses and then swells, until he’s rock hard in front of me.
“I said…” He looks right at me with those piercing blue eyes as he turns his palm up and crooks two fingers. “Come. Here.”
It's like I’m in a trance. Or drugged. Except I’m not. I’m just walking of my own free will—eagerly—toward him when he beckons.
Helpless to stop. Knowing I won’t.
“I—I thought you were hurt—”
“Did you, now.”
I stop a foot away from him. Our eyes lock as the room pulses and fills with heat, like there’s an electric current crackling and sizzling between us.
I nod, my head feeling heavy and slow, my limbs twitchy and anxious. My chest tightening.
…My dick swelling.
“That really why you came in here, wreckage?” he purrs quietly.
He closes the last of the distance between us, making me gasp when his chest pushes against mine.
Breathing his breath. Drowning in the delicious, clean, masculine scent of him. His hips roll, and I can't stop the moan that flutters from my throat as his thick fucking cock grinds against mine.
“You’re hard,” he murmurs.
“I…” I swallow. “I—I need a drink—”
“No, you don’t.”
He grabs my belt and unbuckles it. My head swims, my breath coming faster as he boldly tugs it off. His fingertips skim the strip of exposed skin between my t-shirt and the waist of my pants, slipping just underneath and popping the button.
I feel every tooth of my zipper vibrate through me as he pulls it down.
“I—”
“You don’t need a fucking drink, wreckage,” he growls, sliding his hand over my jaw. His fingers thread into my hair, tugging it to bring his face closer to mine. “You need me.”
His mouth crushes to mine, and I melt. His perfect, soft yet not at all feminine lips nibble and suck, his tongue demanding entrance. I whimper when it finally pushes into my mouth, twirling and dancing with my own until I’m fucking lost in the moment.
He tugs at the back of my hair, pulling me tighter against him as his hand slides over the bulge in my boxers.
“Fuck, do I love your cock,” he groans into my lips. “I fucking need it.”
I gasp when he slips my boxers down, and my thick erection springs free.
“Shit, wreckage,” he growls as he wraps his hand around me, fisting my cock as I moan loudly. “This fucking dick,” he hisses.
I don’t even know what’s happening as I fumble my hand down and grab his erection. Jesus Christ, he’s so fucking big, and when my hand slides over the obscenely bulged front of his briefs, I feel him twitch against my palm. His sticky, wet precum floods my hand, and I groan.
I need more.
I yank his briefs down and shudder as I wrap my fingers around his cock. He's so fucking huge my hand can’t even wrap around him, and when he starts to stroke me, I do the same to him, matching his rhythm.
“Shit, Roman,” he groans, kissing me again. “You—”
This time it’s me who shuts him up as I sear my lips to his. Val growls deeply, the masculine rumble humming in my chest as he kisses me back.
“I fucking want you,” he rasps, his teeth raking over my lip.
“I’m all fucking yours,” I choke.
“I know.”
I’m barely aware of him easing us backward, my feet shuffling as my jeans drop to my ankles. I feel the edge of the bed behind me, and gasp when he suddenly shoves me down across it.
I stare at him with pure fucking lust as he pushes his briefs down his thighs and kicks them off, standing there totally naked in front of me, his gorgeous, huge dick curving up toward his abs.
Jesus, he’s beautiful.
I’ve never thought of a guy as “beautiful,” but there’s seriously no other way to describe him.
I gasp quietly, my chest heaving as he reaches for me. He pulls my jeans off one leg at a time, tosses them away, then hooks his fingers into the boxers at my knees. I quickly yank my shirt off as he pulls those down, too.
Then, we’re just looking at each other—me lying across the bed, him standing between my thighs—both naked, hard, and ravenous.
“I—” I pause. “I don’t…I...” I frown. “I don’t know what happens now.”
“Now, wreckage,” Val growls as he moves onto the bed, his legs on either side of mine, his hand lazily stroking his dick, “I’m going to fuck you.”
Holy fuck.
My body jolts and buzzes, my skin pulsing.
“I—how come…” I stop, then try again. “Why isn’t it me fucking you?”
Val’s lips curl devilishly at the corners. “Do you know how to fuck a guy?”
I feel my face tingle with heat.
“I know how to fuck a girl—ohhh…”
I gasp as he wraps his hand around my cock and starts stroking languidly up and down, turning me to putty in his grip.
“Please don't tell me you think it’s the same…”
Before I can answer, he lowers his mouth, and I gasp when he swirls his tongue around the swollen, achingly hard head of my cock.
“What’s happening now, wreckage…” He gives me one more slow lick before sliding up my body, hovering over me, our dicks rubbing together as he lowers his chest to mine, our lips barely brushing.
“…is that I’m fucking you. And after I do?”
A choked cry of pleasure rips from my throat as his cock drags against mine.
“You'll never be the same.”