Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Josey
We ate in record time and walked back to Reg’s car even faster.
Once in the warm confines of his BMW, I tapped the next address into his nav and sat on my hands.
I wasn’t lying when I told him how much I wanted him, and my underwear choice for the day was quickly proving to be less than ideal.
I couldn’t be blamed for that, though. Nothing about the text conversation we’d had the night before had led me to believe there was even a possibility our little adventure day would end in sex.
If it had, I would have at least tried to shave.
Reg and I made it to three more houses before eleven, only one other one worthy of making the short list. He said two would be enough, so I fired his choices off to Claire and told her we’d meet her after lunch, then I pressed the Home button on Reg’s nav and calmy folded my hands together in my lap.
His apartment was a twenty-minute drive from our last stop, which turned into a lesson in patience considering the traffic we hit on the way.
“Should we take advantage of the commute to talk logistics?” I asked, reaching over the console and grabbing his leg again. Beneath my fingers, his thigh muscle flexed.
“In what way?” he rasped.
“How far are you comfortable taking things today, Reg?”
“I…hadn’t thought about it,” he stammered, glancing at me from the corner of his eye as we rolled up to a stoplight. “I’m a little out of practice.”
“I won’t judge, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
He swallowed hard. “I was thinking earlier about sucking you off.”
My dick pulsed against my thigh, very on board with the suggestion. I would have been happy to go back to his place and dry hump until we had to leave to meet his sister, but a blow job was like Christmas.
“Would that be okay?” he asked, quieter.
“More than.”
The light turned green, and he pressed the gas a little harder than necessary, gunning us into the intersection. The time on the nav was almost down to zero, but I had no guess which of the towering apartment buildings that faced the coastline was his.
“I get tested regularly,” I told him. “I’m negative across the board as of last month.”
Reg sucked in a nervous breath, frowning out the windshield. “I haven’t been tested in…I don’t know how long.”
“Do you have condoms?” I asked.
“Yeah. Yes.”
“We can use one, “ I assured him. “If things get that far.”
He flipped on the blinker and pulled up to a gate that led into an underground parking garage.
As soon as we were in the garage, the air was cooler and the shadows darker, and there was no stopping me.
I slid my hand up the inside of his thigh until the heat of his cock burned my fingers, only pausing long enough for him to find his spot and shift into park.
As soon as the emergency brake engaged, I cupped his cock and balls through his slacks, and the sound that left his mouth was one I’d jerk off to for the rest of my life.
Reg arched off the seat, pushing himself into my hand and grabbing the door handle for balance.
I’d committed to having him in the car, but the curve of his throat and the bend in his spine had me wanting to see him naked and on his bed.
“Show me your apartment,” I murmured, and he nodded furiously, scrambling out of his seatbelt and the car entirely.
The walk to the elevator was crooked and awkward, the ride to his apartment even worse.
The building was made up of sharp white angles and stainless-steel lines, and Reg’s apartment was much the same.
I didn’t get much of a look at the living room, though it did give off the model home vibe.
Even as he tugged me into his bedroom, I didn’t see a single thing in the place that had any mark of personality, save for a diffuser in every room, each of them emitting a soft glow and a calming scent.
It had only been a handful of hours since I’d met the man, but while he was buttoned up and reserved about probably most things in his life, getting my clothes off was not one of them.
Once in his bedroom, which had an impressive view of the ocean, Reg shoved me down onto the edge of his bed and immediately sank to his knees between my spread thighs.
He made quick work of my pants, and I lifted enough so I could shimmy out of them. But trying to toe off my shoes at the same time proved fatal. We got tangled up in each other, and before I knew it, I was on my back in nothing more than my t-shirt and a pair of lavender lace underwear.
“What…what.” Reg stood up, still dressed, cock tenting his slacks.
“I wear them sometimes,” I told him, palming my erection through the soft lace. “I can get rid of them if it’s off-putting.”
“It’s…” He shook his head. “Whatever the opposite of off-putting is. I can’t think of the word right now.”
Relief rolled through me, and I smiled, dropping back onto my elbows so I didn’t have to take my eyes off him.
“Favorable, maybe.”
“Yeah. That.”
“Take off your clothes, Reg,” I said next, barely louder than a whisper. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you sucking my cock since you mentioned it, and I’d love for you to make good on that.”
He stripped so fast I almost missed it and then went right back to his knees like he belonged there.
I scooted to the edge of the bed, pulled my shirt off, then threaded my fingers into his hair.
Reg moaned as I worked my way through the silky strands, not fighting me in the least when I lowered his face between my legs.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he rasped, sliding his hands over my thighs and the folds of my belly. He slipped one hand around my waist and the other between my legs, rubbing his face against my lace-covered cock like he was a cat in heat.
“You don’t seem out of practice to me,” I teased, and he glanced up at me with arousal and nerves in his eyes. “Hey. None of that.”
I readjusted him so his wrist was near his face and nodded my head until he understood the message and breathed in some of the lavender oil that remained on his skin.
“Better?” I asked after his third inhale. “Is this too fast?”
“I want you,” he admitted, returning his hand to the outside curve of my thigh. “I just don’t want to mess this up.”
“I don’t think you could.”
That seemed to reassure him in the right way because he didn’t say much after that. Reg rubbed his face all over my cock, sucked the tip of me through the lace, moaning and drooling all over the material until my restraint was seconds away from snapping.
“God, you’re so sexy,” I told him, pulling my dick out from beneath the wet lace and securing my grip around the base of my shaft. I wasn’t overly long, but I was thick, especially in the middle, and the look of panic on Reg’s face confirmed he felt the same way.
“You’re—”
“So fucking horny for you,” I finished before he could offer any other ending to the statement. “I just want to feel your mouth, Reg. I don’t care how much of it.”
Again, the right thing. He pressed sloppy kisses against the crown and then worked his way down my shaft.
Every inch of my dick was explored before he returned to the tip and tried to take me into his mouth.
The heat of his tongue against the underside of my length was the best thing I’d ever felt in my life.
My fingers tightened in his hair and I bucked off the bed, fighting the urge to lodge myself so deep into his throat it would take the jaws of life to pry us apart.
It took some time, but Reg managed to get the first few inches of my dick into his mouth, drooling all over me with his flushed and hollowed cheeks.
Spit pooled on my balls, and his nails dug into my leg.
Reg groaned and reached between his own legs, touching himself and drawing a high-pitched hum that vibrated right through my spine.
I was so close to coming.
So damn close.
“Come here,” I urged, clearing my throat and pulling my cock out of his mouth. “Come here.”
I pulled him onto the bed until he straddled me, then I fitted my hand around both of our cocks at the same time.
Reg’s eyes rolled back, and I slammed our mouths together, swallowing down his next sound and the one after that and the one after that.
On my lap, he moved like a man possessed, fucking wildly into my fist. Watching him let go and chase his pleasure was the highlight of my year, and when he shot his load all over my hand, I knew there was no hope left for me.
I fell over the cliff shortly after him, the orgasm hitting me with so much force I lifted his body off of mine when I came because I lost all control of my limbs. As soon as our chests reconnected, I banded my free arm around him, bucking through the messy aftershocks of my release.
Through both our orgasms, Reg never stopped kissing me. Through the come down, Reg never stopped kissing me. And when I rolled him onto his back and rutted against his thigh until we were both hard and ready to come again, Reg never stopped kissing me.