Chapter 10 #3
He reached my belly button, his fingers brushing against the edge of my jeans.
For most men, this would have been the point of no return.
Booker hadn’t known we had crossed that threshold as soon as he removed his shirt.
The mask hadn’t slipped. I pushed it aside.
I expected him to fail the test, and instead, his lips gave him a passing grade.
“Are you sure?”
His chin almost rested on the aching bulge in my jeans. There was no doubt my body demanded a yes. Yet… those green eyes waited for an answer. My fingers hovered over the bruise he first kissed. I would have whispered yes on the street; now I wanted to shout it.
I nodded.
“I need to hear it.”
“Uh-huh.”
He raised an eyebrow.
It could have been weird, but the hunger in his eyes made it part of the foreplay. “I consent.”
He pushed himself upright and wasted no time unfastening my jeans and pulling down the zipper.
He pulled until my legs were in the air.
The speed at which he threw them against the wall, followed by my boxer briefs, bordered on comical.
But when he settled with his cheek on my thigh, the heat of every exhale crossed my testicles.
I could only focus on my luck at being partnered with this anxious man from the waiting room.
I closed my eyes as his hand squeezed my thigh.
It was the slow back and forth of his thumb that made me bite my bottom lip.
No rushing. No instant gratification. Booker’s softness contrasted with his procedural approach to interviews.
This wasn’t the man from the interrogation room.
It was the man with his nose buried in Great Expectations who saw more of me than I had shown in years.
He kissed my thigh before moving forward. He dragged his beard along the underside of my cock, and I couldn’t help but arch my back. The brutality I received as Hellion forced me into a dry spell. I had forgotten what it felt like to be touched, let alone have my cock played with.
His fingers circled the base, pulling back the foreskin.
My eyes shot open when his tongue flicked the underside of my cock.
The sight of his burly man hovering over me as his eyes remained fixed on my face…
I had to fight off the tears. If I thought about it, the ache for human connection, intimacy, that I had ignored for years would come rushing in.
As if he could read my impending breakdown, Booker wrapped his lips around my cock.
I moaned while he teased the head, moving down one inch at a time.
He rode the line between teasing and giving my cock the attention it craved.
His body convulsed as his gag reflex kicked in, but that didn’t deter him from swallowing all eight inches.
We both held still as his lips tightened, forcing a groan from my lips.
Not knowing what to do with my hands, I went from balling them into fists above my head to gripping the blanket under us.
As he bobbed up and down, running his tongue along the shaft, I tried to maintain eye contact, but my head tipped back while I moaned.
His hand cupped my balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.
I fought the orgasm, trying to imagine contracts on my desk at work.
The weather. Assassins. The man servicing my…
“I’m close,” I mumbled.
He repositioned himself, hovering over my cock, giving me time to cool off.
His hands slid under my ass, gripping flesh with enough force that the average person might have yelped.
Instead, I writhed. The firm hold was a different kind of satisfying.
Booker had taken control of the situation, and I was anything but practiced at being on the receiving end of pleasure.
I didn’t hate it.
His tongue flicked the skin bunched over the head of my cock.
Running it along the slit, I heard him mumble his appreciation.
Just as I lifted my head to watch, he dove.
His fingers dug into my ass, forcing me deep into his throat with each dive.
The tingling flared to life in my thighs, and I tried to distract myself and draw it out.
The orgasm didn’t come like a bolt of electricity.
My entire body convulsed. The blanket tore in my hands.
My toes curled, and my jaw clamped shut.
The euphoria hit harder than it ever had before.
Coherent thought vanished as I gave myself over to the sensation of pleasure.
Booker held still as he swallowed what I assumed were gallons of cum.
It lasted for almost a minute before the tremors set in.
“Well, shit,” I hissed through clenched teeth. It had never been that intense.
He crawled up my body, his belly dragging along my cock, forcing another gasp from my lips.
Only when his body covered mine like a blanket did I crack my eyes open.
I expected to find his devilish grin. Had Booker’s eyes turned a darker shade of green?
This wasn’t the man I saw in interviews, nor the one who cited literature with a grin.
The intensity on his face made my cock flex.
The kiss that followed, the taste of my cum on his tongue, had me ready for another round.
“Your turn?” I asked with a grin.
He shook his head. “I got what I needed.”
“Really?”
“That expression on your face? Exactly what I wanted to see tonight.”
I wanted to argue. Our night couldn’t conclude without him getting serviced…
right? He slid off me and onto his side.
It was the same position where he fell asleep the other night.
He held his arm up, signaling for me to scoot closer.
Confused, I wiggled toward him. His arm draped across my chest, squeezing until my back pressed against his body.
“Okay, maybe I needed this, too.”
The soft kisses on my neck were just as amazing as the sex.
I pulled his arm tighter, clutching it against my chest as I dissected every moment since we walked into my apartment.
Booker hadn’t demanded anything, and yet his breathing in my ear suggested this had been a job well done.
I wanted to be gracious, but my mind attempted to spiral.
It couldn’t with the back-and-forth motion of his thumb.
The flat of his finger ran over a healed knife wound from fighting Sheath.
He paused at the ridges of scar tissue, acknowledging it before continuing forward.
Booker had seen the consequences of Hellion, and he hadn’t flinched.
As his breathing deepened, I blinked, and the lightbulbs in the room turned black.
I had questions… for later.
Right now, I wanted to savor the touch of a man who saw me… all of me… sort of.