30 Aubie #3
It occurs to me that this might not be the best position for his wound, but I don’t have it in me to stop right now. I figure if he’s uncomfortable he’ll say something.
“I’ve never…”
“Done this?” I prompt.
“Needed it so much. It’s like, I can’t breathe without it.”
It’s right there on the tip of my tongue to say it’s the same for me, but something holds me back.
Instead I throw all my effort into making this as good as I can for him.
Between the two of us we’re leaking enough to make it a slippery ride, and I can tell he’s getting close when he starts moaning and chewing on my lip.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking hard,” I groan.
My cock is vibrating with need, his length sliding against it driving me insane.
I jerk us faster, my movements growing more frantic as I get closer to release.
When I can’t stand it anymore, I slide my mouth out from under his and lick my way up to his ear.
“Come for me now, baby. Make a mess of both of us.”
It’s taking all my control not to unleash my own orgasm, but I want us to come together. “Talk to me, baby.”
“I’m…close.”
I reach around with my free hand and grab a fistful of his ass while biting down on his shoulder.
He grunts then his whole body tenses above me, goosebumps racing across his skin.
Seconds later my hand is soaked with rope after rope of his hot cum.
I follow right behind him, my release mingling with his across my chest and neck.
It takes several minutes for the spasms to subside enough to allow me to think clearly. What the hell was that? I’ve done my share of frotting, but never came like that before.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I thought dry humping was frustrating.”
“Ah, but unlike dry humping, this had satisfaction at the end.”
“There is that.” He raises up and rolls over onto his back. I immediately look over at his bandage to make sure there are no blood stains. He follows my eyes. “It’s fine.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
He chuckles, the sound deep and rich and causing all sorts of little sparks to flare up inside me. “Little late for that. Besides, it would’ve hurt worse to stop.”
I won’t argue with that. I glance down at myself. “Mind if I dirty up another one of your towels?” He starts to get up but I push him back. “Stay. I can get it. I’m learning my way around your apartment.”
“There’s not much to learn,” he replies as I jump up from the bed and head toward the bathroom. It’s a little tricky walking with my pants halfway down, but I want to get cleaned up before pulling them up. Unless he wants me to leave them down. I’m not going to presume anything.
I grab the towel I used earlier to wash him up and wipe myself clean then wet a new washcloth and bring it with me to take care of him.
“You’re going to spoil me,” he murmurs as I wipe the cum from his cock and abdomen.
“Well that would be a first for me.”
His hand closes over mine and he pulls my eyes to his. “You make me feel good.”
We stare at each other for a minute.
What is happening here? I feel like my heart is going to burst. Am I having a heart attack? I palm my chest and frown.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“I don’t know. I’m just…”
Scared? Anxious?
“Happy.”
Happy?
I thought I knew what that word meant. I mean, I go out. I have fun. I see friends. I thought all of that made me happy.
But it didn’t make me feel like this. It didn’t make my chest warm and my heart beat faster. It didn’t make me feel like I could soar from the sound of one satisfied moan.
Cutter makes me happy.
I stretch out on my side next to him, my head propped on my elbow, the fingers of my free hand tracing the roll of his bicep.
He has nice arms. I try to imagine what they would have looked like in one of those tight baseball uniforms. I never thought I was into jocks, but I would make an exception for him.
“I should bottle you.”
He grins. “I’m right here.”
“For those times when you’re not.”
That sounded suspiciously clingy. Not at all like me.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, and our eyes meet again.
I look away first. “Well, we won’t be seeing each other as much. At least not at the club.”
He rolls over on his side and grabs my hand, his brows dipped in a concerned frown. “What do you mean?”
“I danced my last striptease for Eros tonight.”
He doesn’t say anything for a minute, his hand squeezing mine. “You quit?” he finally asks. I nod. “Why?”
“Because you asked me to.”
“I–” He stops. Swallows. Starts again. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”
“I’m kind of surprised myself, to be honest.”
He brings my hand to his lips and kisses it. “I don’t know what to say. You surprise me every day.”
I offer an impish smile. “Does that mean you’ll keep me?”
His lips curl up. “I guess I’m stuck with you now.”
I lean over him and press my lips to his. “You have no idea how much trouble you’re in.”
He laughs. “I think I do.”
And then he kisses me like his life depends on it. Like he’s not worried about whatever this is consuming him whole.
Because that’s all I can think about.
Until he asks the question I’ve been both dreading and hoping for.
“Can you stay the night?”