Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
Louis
It’s not like I live by rules or expectations that I enforce, but rather the routines and plans rule me. The uneasy feeling inside my nervous system determines what works for me and what doesn’t. Could I override my needs? Absolutely. Do I like myself when I do it? Not even a little.
But this isn’t that. This is a man—a very sexy, confident man—who is making plans, and giving me a step by step play of what it would be like to go home with him tonight. He left the minute details to the imagination, but I don’t need to be a rocket scientist to read between the lines.
Heat coils around my spine, and I can feel myself thickening behind my pants. I don’t know if I’m more turned on by the possibility of sex or the effort he’s willing to put in to get it.
I rest my hands on his shoulders and push him back so we’re eye to eye.
“Fine,” I say. “Take me home.”
He looks at his watch. “But we still have half an hour.”
“If I sit here and think about it for another half an hour, I’m going to back out on you,” I admit. “And despite my reservations, I really don’t want to back out on you.”
“Say less.” He grabs my hand, throws money on the bar, and effortlessly drags me outside.
I pace up and down the sidewalk while he orders the Uber. I don’t think too hard about the fact that I’m handing control over to a stranger, and instead obsesses over how much I like said stranger.
When I feel a hand at the small of my back, I turn a little too quickly, and find myself standing a little too close to a stoic-looking Sterling.
“Can I touch you?” he asks.
I tilt my head. “I don’t know how we’re going to have sex without you touching me.”
He chuckles. “I didn’t want to touch you and startle you when you were so obviously processing something.”
My shoulders sag, a wave of relief washing over me at being seen and understood by someone who has every reason to walk away. It’s stupid and probably very naive considering I’m a forty-year-old man, but for the first time I’m going to trust someone else enough to relinquish control.
It might go horribly wrong, but I can’t bring myself to regret it just yet.
“Yeah,” I breathe out. “You can touch me.”
His hands cradle my face, his voice soft. “What about kissing? Can I kiss you?”
Enjoying that he’s making every move, I nod.
Fingers brush my cheeks before he dips his mouth to meet mine. I don’t know what I’m expecting, but when his lips touch mine, so reverently, I feel my whole being melt into a puddle at his feet.
He tastes like fruit and malt, and smells like expensive cologne. It’s the best kind of assault on my senses. He’s both calming and invigorating, the kiss way too intimate for strangers.
But I feel safe and cared for, and I need that more than I need my next breath.
“Our car’s here.” Sterling interrupts the kiss. “Are you ready?”
I kiss him quickly. It’s shy and reserved, but I feed into my impulses and do it anyway. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
We’re nothing but sparks of electricity by the time we reach his front door.
I’m thinking of anything and everything to reduce the lust that seems to now permanently exist inside my body, but nothing is working.
It takes a lot for me to forge a connection with someone, especially one of an intimate nature, and yet against all odds, this feels like the best sexual encounter of my life, and we haven’t done anything more than kiss.
I follow him over the threshold into his house. His territory. His domain.
My fingers click. Once. Twice. Three times. And I let them. It’s a steady but quick beat that matches the rhythm pounding inside my chest.
There are only dimly lit lamps lighting up the area, and I appreciate the ability to hide.
“Do you want a drink?” he asks.
Not wanting to lose my nerve, I hold his gaze and shake my head. He tugs me to him, and I fall against his hard chest. His mouth captures mine, and the current of electricity continues to course between us.
My lips touch his. This time there’s nothing stopping him, and the slow and sensual start morphs into a foreign feeling of desperation. He pushes me back, and my legs move, even if he is underhandedly leading the way.
He pulls and I tug, and by the time we reach his bed, I have nothing but my socks on. My dick is rock solid, his gorgeous, sculpted, tattooed body is on full display in front of me, and I just need him to touch me.
Somewhere. Anywhere. Everywhere.
“Sit on the bed,” Sterling commands. “Spread those legs for me.”
I heave a sigh as I drop down to the edge of his mattress and spread my legs wide.
“Now, I want you to grab that beautiful, long cock of yours and show me how you get yourself off.”
My mind is nothing but white noise and static, and his voice moves my body like a puppet master. I don’t have to think—my thoughts don’t stutter, they don’t scratch, they don’t haunt me or test me or scare me.
It’s just him and me.
I wrap my hand around my length, groaning with an abandon I didn’t know I possessed. My gaze lands on Sterling, and the heat in his eyes is enough to incinerate me into ashes.
His hand moves up and down his shaft, mirroring my actions, and it’s such a sight to behold. My mouth waters for him. Sterling steps closer until his cock is bobbing in front of me, and I want nothing more than to feel him at the back of my throat.
“Want me in your mouth, baby?”
I hear myself whimper with need, and I don’t even have time to be embarrassed.
“Open up,” Sterling demands. “Stick that tongue out for me.”
I do as he says, disregarding how desperate I may look. He rests his heavy cock on my tongue, and the weight of it makes me feel euphoric.
He pushes in a little farther, and on instinct I close my mouth around him and suck. He tastes like salt and man, and I can’t get enough.
His hand finds the back of my head, and I let him guide me. Deep. Hard. Fast.
“Damn, baby,” he rasps. “You do that so well.”
His praise spurs me on, and I let my cheeks hollow as I move up and down his shaft. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock and bask in the taste of his pre-cum.
My hand has abandoned my own cock, his pleasure turning into mine, and I desperately want to please him.
I want to be what he needs.
The way he’s suddenly and unexpectedly become what I need.