Chapter 11 #2
I switched off the shower and dried off. As I wrapped my towel around my waist, I heard the front door closing. My grin was instant, and my feet moved. My whole body knew what it wanted, what it needed.
And right now, it was to lay my eyes on Sutton, get my lips on his, and then finally see how long it would take for me to master a blow job.
In the bright space of my open-plan apartment, Sutton looked especially delicious.
I’d likely seen him in my condo thousands of times before, but kisses and shared orgasms changed everything.
Despite seeing the man with renewed appreciation, him being here was as natural as the view of the lake and the brightness of the summer sky visible beyond the windows.
“Hey,” he greeted, placing his keys on the small table near the door that was the nominated dumping ground. A brief caress of his gaze over my naked torso sent a flush of heat snaking over my skin. Appreciation flickered over his expression, his smile turning lazy despite the alertness in his eyes.
I grinned, eating up the distance between us. “Hey, you made good time.”
“If I’d known you were showering, I would have got here faster.”
Stopping in front of him, I laughed and reached out for him. He mirrored my action and we pressed against each other, our kiss sweet and slow.
When he pulled away, his gaze turned assessing. “You okay?”
I sighed. Just the thought of Axle threatened to destroy my good mood and my plan to suck Sutton off. “Yeah, other than wanting to throw down and call the company out.”
Feeling myself getting more worked up, I exhaled. My cock was soft, my head remained fuzzy, and I wanted to bury my head in the sand about as much as I wanted to fight Axle with everything I had.
A light touch drew my attention. “Couch or bed?”
This man knew me inside out. “Bed would be good.”
“Your painkillers still in your bag?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll get water, you get those, and I’ll meet you in your room.” A soft kiss followed his words before he made his way to the cupboard to collect a glass.
I stood there for a beat, watching him.
In my home, Sutton was utterly comfortable.
Not for the first time, I wondered how I could have missed how attractive he was.
Well, that wasn’t completely accurate. The man was good-looking, and I’d always known that.
It was more why I hadn’t been attracted to him, or at least open to the possibility.
I huffed out a laugh, knowing full well that before the car accident, I’d never seriously considered my sexuality as being anything other than straight.
That kiss in college had been my version of a favor for a friend.
I had been curious, though. But when I hadn’t popped a boner, I’d put a cross in the box next to straight and had accepted that as gospel.
Oh how wrong I had been.
Realizing I was still staring at Sutton, I grinned when he glanced my way. Me standing there earned me a quirked brow from the man I ogled. I shook my head at his unasked question and turned to get my meds from my bag I’d dumped in my closet.
Once my tablets were swallowed with ice-cold water, I lay on my mattress and exhaled. “Man, I missed my bed.” I’d planned to sit up so we could talk, but the comfort called to me.
On top of the covers, my head on the pillow, I smiled, and when Sutton lay next to me, I sighed, content. He moved onto his side, his arm circling my waist, and I turned into him.
“You need to off-load?”
My smirk was immediate, and I jerked my hips against his. “Hell yeah.”
He laughed. “That too, but I meant talk about your sponsorship.”
Annoyance quickly flared to life in my chest. “Greg mentioned something about me being in breach of contract. Not quite a morals clause, since I’m sure that would break all kinds of discrimination laws, but more to do with the story of us being engaged.
You know, the whole focus on being single and a babe magnet. ”
Sutton’s wince was minute, but I still caught it.
“And don’t even apologize. You did point out before I signed the contract how ridiculous the clause was. And yeah, you said fiancé, but we both went with it and decided on this fake relationship.”
Muscles stiffened under my hands, and I wanted to nut punch myself.
“Not that this is fake now….” My gaze roamed his face, darting between his eyes, and unexpected nerves rippled inside me. Tongue-tied, something that had never happened to me before, I tried a couple of times to get my words out without sounding like a dickhead. “I… I know we said… I mean…”
Sutton took pity on me.
Pressing his lips against mine for nowhere near long enough, he tasted my mouth before angling away. “We said all in, right?”
Kiss drunk, I nodded, despite the contact being brief. This was what he did to me, though. One second my emotions were in knots, spiraling out of control and whipping me into a frenzy, and in the next, his comfort provided a calm I’d never experienced before.
“I wonder if that was the shortest fake relationship in history?”
Amused, I responded, “Probably. But there’s the whole thing about being engaged.” A shiver danced over my skin as he drew circles on my waist, just above the towel still wrapped around me.
“Maybe one day there’ll be no more lies.”
I nodded. “No more secrets.”
Again, there was a slight twitch of his eye. Before I could press him, Sutton’s cell rang. Gaze still on mine, he reached over and hooked it off the bedside table. “It’s my mom.”
“Go ahead.” I indicated for him to answer, wondering if now was the perfect time to start my exploration of his cock. Sure, he’d pretend to be pissed, but I figured my mouth on his junk would counter any frustration.
Was I an asshole for my plan, considering who he was on the phone with?
Definitely.
Would that stop me?
Heck no. I needed the distraction, and wanting him to feel good was right up there with it.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t spoken to his mom all the time we were away. There’d been a few calls, a couple with me involved. His mom approved of me and didn’t let on once that she was confused by the revelation of our relationship.
Pushing aside thoughts of his mom and blocking out the conversation he was having about the flight, I eyed the way he turned to take the call. Now on his back, he was in the perfect position for me to do my thing.
As soon as I shifted, his gaze snapped to mine. Whatever he saw on my face had him narrowing his eyes at me.
Wide-eyed, I attempted an innocent smile. When his expression didn’t change, I grinned and went for it.
Shimmying down the bed, my hand went immediately to his jeans. I unbuttoned, unzipped, sat up, and yanked them down to his thighs, earning me a low grunt.
These muscles of mine weren’t only handy for the court.
I glanced at him in triumph, so fucking proud of myself. His lips twitched, his gaze molten as he assessed me. My eye contact didn’t waver as I eased back down, this time bunching up his T-shirt. I managed as far as his pecs. Since that exposed his nipples, I was good with it.
The whole time, he listened to whatever his mom was saying, occasionally responding with a grunt or an “Uh-huh,” but I remained at the center of his focus. Just where I loved to be.
But it was no good.
I needed to get my fill and take in his body.
Forcing my attention away from his face, I zeroed in on his dark nipples. They were tight. Whether from the coolness of the air-conditioned room or from desire, I hadn’t a clue. But I was sure I could make them harder.
Trailing my fingers over his hard muscles covered by soft skin, I smiled at the goose bumps my touch left behind. I skimmed over a nipple before I lightly pinched and plucked, mesmerized by the small disc tightening further.
Sutton shifted, his hips lifting slightly, drawing my attention back to his face.
If a simple look was capable of making me come, this would have been it.
Need.
Heat.
Absolute trust.
And all directed at me.
I swallowed hard, licked each nipple once, and chuckled when I realized he was trying to tell his mom he needed to go, but she wasn’t having any of it.
That he was at my mercy like this had my dick thickening. I wanted him gasping in desire. I wanted him to unravel and to suck his brains out.
With renewed determination, I trailed kisses down his stomach, wishing I had more time to play with the divots and angles there. Tasting him was imperative. And fuck if I didn’t want to do it while he should be concentrating on something else.
I was such an asshole.
I finally reached his cock. The brown skin was smooth, the end sticky and ripe for the tasting.
Not wanting to miss his reaction, I flicked my gaze up.
Wild desperation reflected in the depths of his deep brown eyes. His bottom lip was wedged between his teeth, and his chest was practically still. I was sure he was holding his breath.
And then I licked.
“Mom, I’ve gotta go. Love you.” He threw the phone onto the mattress, where it bounced, landing on the floor with a thud. I hoped like God he’d managed to end the call. If not, that would be a whole hilarious “what the fuck” therapy session right there. “Fuck, Jay. Do it again.”
I did, this time focusing on the taste. Committing the smooth tang to memory, I lapped at his skin, at the spongy head, and then down the side.
While I wasn’t waiting for a freak-out, I was viscerally aware this was the closest I’d ever been to a cock, my own included. I couldn’t help the light chuckle that escaped me as I traced along the vein on the underside.
“What?” Curiosity colored Sutton’s words. There was no discomfort, no doubt or uncertainty from him, considering what I was doing.
That was the thing. Sutton had nothing to feel anxious about, even when I laughed as I licked his erection. He was built. Every kissable inch of his skin was perfection. Heck, he could have a marble statue created in his image. Jocks on or off.
“By the end of this, I’m going to know your dick better than I know my own.”
He sat a little, shoved another pillow behind his head, then settled to watch me. “I’m okay with that.” He grinned.
“I just bet you are.” I eyed the extra pillow. “Got a good view now?”
Heat flashed in his gaze. “The best.”
At his praise, warmth caressed me from inside out. “Let’s see if I can make it even better.”
For the first time, I opened my mouth and lowered over him. Engulfing his cock, I eased down halfway, remembering just in time to grip the root.
Not a chance I’d ever be able to deep throat him. There were a couple of intimidating inches too many for that circus act, but what I could manage, I’d make it work and have him screaming my name.