6. Chapter 6
Thomas wouldn’t stop smiling at me, watching my every move, and listening to every word I said with those dimples front and center.
I had no idea why I was drawn to them. Between his sweet glances and words, he made me feel…
worshiped, even without me being someone else.
He worshiped me as I was. Or so it seemed.
I looked forward to fucking him tonight. I would’ve done it earlier, but I understood enough that a date first was appropriate to win someone over. Thomas appeared to enjoy it, and he liked the sushi, gushing over the flavors and rambling about how he regretted never trying it before.
I felt strangely proud that I chose correctly. It was a feeling I was only familiar with because of Sid, who regularly praised me for jobs well done. I appreciated Sid’s words and his recognition of my accomplishments.
“My dad is a liar,” he said with his mouth full of sushi.
“Oh?”
“Yep. He wasn’t always that way, but when Mom died, he got into gambling as a coping mechanism.”
I should ask how his mother died, right? Was that an appropriate question? Yes.
“How did your mother die?”
“Lymphoma.”
“Blood cancer.”
“Yep.”
“I’m sorry.” That was definitely the right thing to say, because he smiled so sweetly.
“Thanks. My point is that I like how you’re so honest and straightforward. It’s hard to find these days.”
But I wasn’t. I was honest and blunt, but I also had lies to protect myself and my family—things Thomas would never learn about.
“It’s complicated to placate and mince words. I find it easier to say what’s on my mind.”
He breathed a happy sigh and nodded, shoving more food in his face. “Yes! I love that. I have to be honest with my dad, too, so he knows how much he hurts my sister and me. I have to keep pushing that guilt, you know?”
“You have a sister?” That was another good question, right? Ask questions about a person to get to know them. People like that .
“Yeah, Annie’s the best. She’s younger, fifteen, but we’re really close. Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
I took a sip of my root beer, taking my time to eat while Thomas devoured his as if he hadn’t eaten in ages, despite his claim of not wanting to eat much. Perhaps I should feed him more. “I’m an only child.”
“What are your parents like? Are they nice?”
“They’re dead.”
“Oh, shit… Sorry.”
“Why? They were psychotic. I’m glad they’re dead.”
“Wow… Now I’m really sorry you were raised like that. Parents should love their kids unconditionally.”
I had nothing to say to that. I’d never felt love, or at least not from what I could remember. I understood it, but those feelings didn’t exist for me. A person was either mine or they were not.
When we finished dinner, I paid, and we went back to my condo.
When we stepped inside my place, we took off our shoes, and Thomas took a casual look around as I hung up his coat and scarf in the coat closet. “Wow. I think your house is bigger than mine. It’s really nice, but…”
“But what?”
He turned to face me with big blue eyes, pushing his glasses up his nose. “It’s missing some personal touches.”
I shrugged. “It’s just a place where I sleep and eat. But I do have a couple of photos over there,” I said, pointing at the large coffee table in the living room .
He walked over and lifted a family photo of Dalton, Sid, Owen, and me. The other picture was the one Sid gave me last year. It was from a few years ago, after we had a sparring session.
“Who are these men?”
“My new family. The taller one is Sid. He adopted me.”
Thomas’s eyes took on a dreamy quality. “That’s so nice. I’m glad you found a family to love you. But I thought you said you didn’t have siblings.”
“Owen is Dalton’s son. I suppose since he’s theirs, he’s also mine.”
“Family comes in all shapes and sizes,” he said intuitively.
“I agree.”
Thomas stepped over to me and tentatively rested a hand on my chest. “Thank you for dinner. It was really nice. I liked getting to know you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Are we going to fuck now?”
For the first time since I met Thomas, I genuinely smiled. He didn’t seem the type to use expletives, so I found it funny. I also looked forward to the sex.
His hand moved across my chest as his eyes landed on my mouth. “God, you have such a nice smile.”
“Thank you. You do, too. I like your dimples.” I wrapped an arm around him and pulled him tight against me. “We’re going to fuck, but I am going to kiss you first.”
“Have you ever been kissed?”
“No, but I’ve seen it done many times. And there will be no mention of past boyfriends ever. You’ve been untouched by anyone other than me, as far as I’m concerned. ”
His breath hitched, and his eyes hooded. “Yes… God,” he breathed. “But I still don’t understand what you see in me. I’m a nobody. I don’t have money, I still live at home, and my job is lame.”
“Those things are trivial.”
“Not to me.”
Surprisingly, I understood what he meant. “They are trivial between us … They do not shape my need for you.”
His cheeks pinked. “I really like that. You have an amazing way with words that makes me feel important and… Well, I like how you talk.”
“Thank you.”
Before he could say another word, I covered his mouth with mine. A moan escaped him, so I kissed him harder. When his lips parted, I thrust my tongue into his mouth. I held him tight against me, feeling his cock harden against my groin. I grew hard in response.
His hand traveled up my arm to my neck and through my hair. “Silky soft,” he said, his breath ghosting on my skin before we deepened the kiss.
I slid my hand under his untucked shirt and slipped fingers through the waistband of his jeans and underwear until I reached the crease of his ass. He whimpered and instinctively thrust against me. He was perfectly responsive.
I was ready to fuck him, so I pulled away, grabbed his hand, and tugged him to my bedroom.
Before I could order Thomas to get undressed, he stood in front of me, unbuttoned my cardigan sweater, and gently slid it off my shoulders.
Then he undid my tie, putting it neatly on the chair with the sweater.
I watched long, nimble fingers undoing each button of my shirt almost reverently.
His hands pushed underneath the fabric at the shoulders and slipped the shirt off my arms.
“Your skin is so soft and creamy. And your muscles… Wow. I want to explore every inch of you.”
I preened at his praise and how he appreciated the hard work I put into my skin and body, always striving to look my best.
After tugging the sleeves off my arms, he reached for my belt and unbuckled it. His blue eyes looked at mine as if asking permission to go farther. I gave him a single nod.
I quickly grew obsessed with those fingers as they unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper.
When he dropped to his knees and tugged down my dark wash jeans, my heart raced for the first time, filled with a strange excitement.
The blood rushed to my cock. I’d been aroused many times, but it was different having someone worship you instead of imagining it while watching porn.
He grabbed the elastic band of my boxer briefs and tugged those down with my jeans, pulling both off. Last went my socks.
Thomas stood on his knees until he was face to face with my cock. “So pretty,” he whispered. “Perfect. Not too big. Not too small. Seriously, do you have any flaws?”
I strived to have none, but I didn’t tell him that.
“Can I touch it?”
“Get naked first.”
He stood, removed his glasses, and set them on the dresser. Then he unbuttoned his shirt as I stood there, tapping my fingers together, watching him and those damn fingers.
“I’m not as muscular as you are.”
“I’m attracted to you, and that’s enough. ”
His face pinked as always, and he smiled shyly. “You sure know how to make a guy feel wanted.”
“You should feel that, anyway, because I do want you.”
It was simple, and he should understand that.
He tossed his shirt unceremoniously on the floor, along with his jeans and underwear.
He was a little skinny, and while he didn’t have defined muscles, I found him attractive enough to want to sleep with him.
His looks and how he praised me aroused me.
“Please me,” I ordered.
Thomas fell to his knees again and fisted my length, giving it a few pulls. “The last time I—”
My hand rushed to his throat and squeezed to cut off his words. “No mention of past boyfriends. I was very clear on that.”
His lips parted, and he heaved a breath as his eyes rolled into his head, clearly aroused. He swallowed, and I felt his Adam’s apple brush against my palm.
“Do you like that?” I asked.
“Yes. I’ve often fantasized about a man taking control of me like this.”
Thomas was perfect. He was highly attractive, he wanted me, and he’d handed over his power to my dangerous hands.
I removed my hand and brushed my thumb across his bottom lip. “You’re perfect. You please me, and I’ll please you in return.”
“Okay,” he whispered. “I’ll do my best.”
“I don’t expect you to be a porn star, but I do expect you to put in the effort. ”
With a firm grip, he wrapped his hot and wet mouth around me, and I groaned.
Already, I knew I wanted more of this—more of him.
This was so much better than my hand, though I didn’t mind masturbating when the need arose, which was all the time.
I would do this with Thomas as often as possible if he’d let me.
Part of me wondered if I would hate being touched by him during sex, but it was the opposite.
I ran my fingers through his soft curls, then held his head steady as I pumped into him, fucking his delicious mouth. The gagging and gurgling reminded me of all the times I slit the throats of other men, but this was the first time I got turned on by the sounds.
His eyes watered, but they never wavered from my face, allowing me to see how much pleasure he got from sucking me off.
When his face turned red, I pulled out, and he gasped for air, leaving a long trail of saliva. “Can you take it?” I asked.
He licked his lips and nodded. “Yes.”
I slid back into his mouth, making my toes curl. His hands explored my legs, and then he fondled my nuts, gently tugging on them and rolling them around. The pressure was unreal, filled with electric heat coursing throughout my body. But I was getting too close, so I pulled out.
“I need to fuck you.”
“Please.”
I lifted him by his head, took one quick look at how swollen his lips were, and pulled him into a quick kiss before shoving him onto the bed.
“How do you want me?” he asked .
“With your ass in the air. I want to watch my cock slide in and out of you.”
“Jesus… yes. You’re so hot and sexy, East.”
“I feel that way. I feel powerful.”
Thomas crawled into my bed and fell onto his stomach.
“I don’t want to open you up. I just want to slam into you.” Where did the growling come from? I didn’t know, but I liked the animalistic feel of it all.
I roved my hand over his smooth, bubbly butt, eager to get in there.
“Well, it’s been a while, so, ah, maybe take it easy the first time?”
“Hmm, I’ll do my best, but I don’t have a lot of patience.”
I bent down and pressed my nose to his crease, taking a deep breath of him, smelling of arousal and fresh soap, pleased that he didn’t wear cologne. I was very picky about certain smells.
When I bit the fatty part of his ass, he yelped, and I licked away the sting. “Butt up.”
He lifted himself, and I sat on the edge of the bed to grab a condom I had ready on my nightstand. “You’re going to get tested, so I don’t have to use condoms.”
“Okay.”
“I’m clear because this is my first time.”
“I trust you.”
Once the condom was rolled on, I grabbed the small lube bottle and poured some into my hand. I set it down and spread the oil over his hole before inserting a finger.
“Nervous?” he asked .
“No, should I be?” Was I supposed to be nervous if he asked me that?
“Not at all. I just wanted to make sure.”
“I’m eager, is what I am.”
“Me, too.”
I didn’t work him open too long. He should’ve been prepped and ready for me, anyway. I was growing impatient to be inside him.
I climbed behind him, spread his cheeks, and lined up my cock.
“Breathe and bear down,” I said.
His hands fisted my thick comforter and once I breached his hole with the tip of my cock, I slid right in as he pushed down.
“Hell,” I grunted.
Every single nerve was firing, sending signals throughout my entire body and to my brain. My heart raced so hard against my chest, and my skin grew heated. This was better than I’d expected. No, it was perfect.