Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
He manhandles me again, dragging me off the stool with hands that tremble against my hips. Or maybe I’m the one shaking. The desire that I’ve been containing since that night is finally loose and ready to burn everything down to get to him.
Maybe I’m the beast now.
I feel like one when I wrap my legs tight around him and moan into his mouth, unwilling to let him go this time. I need this too much. Need him so much.
The doubts about whether or not he wants me as badly are burned away with his kiss, the hungry sounds he’s making, and the erection branding me with its heat.
Talk about whiplash. Were we just opening old wounds and rehashing painful family traumas? I can’t remember, because I’m trying to climb him like a cat in heat and I can tell he’s considering whether to carry me to that couch bed or have his way with me right now on the kitchen floor.
I’m good with either option, I think as I slant my mouth over his and suck on his tongue until he groans. As long as we’re both naked soon.
He manages to lift his head again and my eyes flutter open to glare at the interruption.
“I’ll be careful,” he pants against my lips. “But I’m on the edge, so you really do need to tell me if I’m hurting you. If you’re not ready for this?—”
“Screw that,” I say, managing to sound indignant and muffled at the same time as I tug on his lower lip with my teeth. “Screw all of that nonsense. No more waiting.”
“Thank God.” He lowers us onto the sofa bed and covers my body with his so swiftly I suck in my breath, then lose it with a thankful grunt as his weight presses into me. I’ve wanted this since the bar. To be surrounded by him. It’s been so long.
“You’re hell on my control, Win,” Michael says raggedly.
“When you were riding my lap in that office, I almost came in my pants. And that was before you took me in your mouth. This feels…” He rocks between my thighs again and we groan together.
“Jesus, this is even better than I remembered. I should have found you sooner. Should have never let you out of my sight.”
It isn’t anything I haven’t thought myself, but hearing it in that deep rough voice of his makes me feel restless. Jittery. Needy. When he grinds his hips against me again, I yank at the hem of his shirt.
“So good,” I moan. “And not that I’m not enjoying this, because wow, but we’re too old for dry humping. In a connected matter, you’re wearing too many clothes.”
“You’re acting impatient after that torture show you just put me through?
” He drags his shirt off in one smooth motion before removing mine so forcefully I bounce back against the pillows with a laugh.
“I’ve been watching you shudder and moan for over an hour.
Licking spoons and sucking on your fingers like a tease.
I’ve never been jealous of my food before. I think it’s a new low for me.”
I shiver when our bare chests come together. “I wasn’t teasing you. I was hungry.”
“Are you still hungry now?” He does some magical grind and roll move with his hips and, maybe we’re not too old for this after all, because I don’t remember this being so much of a turn-on.
“Starving,” I tell him honestly. “I’m not usually like this, not that you’ll believe me. Both times we’ve met, I’ve been all over you.”
“I like you all over me,” he growls.
Best answer ever.
“I’m not saying I’m a prude.” My nails dig into his shoulders, forcing him closer.
“I have sex all the time.” What? “Okay, not all the time. Just the normal number of times for a healthy gay man with a community-centric career and the school board breathing down his neck.” Stop talking. “I’ll stop talking now.”
He stares at me a moment before lowering his head to kiss his way down my neck. “I don’t know if you’re trying to piss me off or make me laugh. How do you do that?”
I tilt my head back, every touch of his mouth on my skin an explosion of sensation. “How do I do what? Ruin the mood with random inappropriate verbal explosions? I don’t know. Maybe we could pretend I didn’t say anything. Or we could forget any of this ever happened and eat more cookies instead.”
“They’re macarons,” he corrects against my jaw. “And that’s not happening. Please tell me this conversation is leading somewhere that doesn’t end with you talking about other men while I’m touching you.”
“It is. I’m trying to say this feels different,” I tell him, needing him to understand. “And since I met you, different is the only thing I’ve wanted.”
He raises his head, staring at me with those dark, unfathomable eyes until I start to squirm. Did I say too much? I’m not good at this. Not used to this desire to talk or know what my partner is thinking. Speed, skill and subtlety are usually my three main objectives in this situation.
But like I said, I’ve never been in this situation before. With someone I…like. “What are you thinking, Michael?”
“That I’ve wanted this too,” he confesses softly, his big palms skimming along my ribcage, making my dick jerk in reaction. “And that I highly doubt there’s anything you could say that would ruin this moment for me. Unless you tell me to stop before I make you come.”
“Well, that’s a relief, since stopping is the last thing I’d ask you for.” Does that reedy, panting voice really belong to me? “Get naked, please. Or go faster, maybe.”
“So you’re bossy in bed, then?”
Not usually. “I’m an educator and a control freak. I can’t shut that shit down.”
He exhales a laugh before pumping against me, quick and hard and fuck , I’m losing my mind. Then the pressure is gone and his fingers curl into the loose waistband of my borrowed sweatpants to drag them down slowly. Too slowly.
“Michael.”
He pauses when the material is bunched around my thighs, and I’m about to start whining…until I see the expression on his face. He stares at the hard shaft that’s aching and heavy against my stomach, and I can’t decide if the look he’s giving it makes me want to preen or cover myself.
You’ve never been shy.
That’s an understatement. And a good reminder.
I grip my erection and give it a nice, thorough stroke while he watches, liking the sense of control it gives me.
“Why are you staring, Michael? You’ve already seen me a few times today, haven’t you?
You probably even touched it once. Just by accident. ”
He licks his lips and his cheeks flush. “I would never take advantage like that. I covered you up before undressing you.”
I can’t hide the unexpected gratitude at his show of respect. I go for a thick, and admittedly very bad, southern drawl. “An actual gentleman rancher. I do declare. As I live and breathe.”
“Funny,” he says, still staring.
I pump the cock in my hand and arch my hips off the bed.
“Should I start calling you Saint Michael? Because I can tell you now, if our roles were reversed, I would have been peeping like a motherfucker. I’d want to make sure I hadn’t just imagined that gorgeous monster I had in my mouth in December.
Remember that? The time I was kneeling between your thighs and you were begging me to come home with you? ”
He rubs the back of his hand over his lips, his gaze sweeping my face and chest before returning like a magnet to my cock.
“I remember it. I also remember that I didn’t get to see your body that last time.
You’re beautiful. More beautiful than I imagined.
All of you. Win, you’re…” His voice faded away and I let his words wash over me.
I’m flattered. Aroused. And possibly still unconscious, because having this man sweet talk me and look at me like I’m a five-course meal only happened in my dreams until now.
He’s right. Reality is even better. In dreams, I never saw the true breadth of his shoulders.
Or the chest hair that’s thick enough to play with but does nothing to hide his muscular frame or the tattoo of a— Is that a butterfly?
Even in the dim firelight of the living room, it’s stunning and unexpected.
Did I think it was a gang tattoo? How does this man keep surprising me?
“I’m waiting to see all of you too,” I finally say. “I admit, you shirtless is enough to do it for me, but I think it’s only fair I get to check out the entire package.”
“You want to check out my package?”
Before I can respond, he’s rolling off the bed.
I manage to kick off my sweatpants without taking my eyes off of him (or taking my hand off my cock).
I hold my breath when he starts unzipping his jeans and wince when he releases a pained hiss before stepping out of them.
After he tugs off his socks—good man—he straightens, his hands clenching and flexing at his sides while he lets me get my first full view.
They grow men differently in Colorado is my first stupid thought as I stroke myself again to the sight of him.
Michael Demir is too damn handsome for his own good.
Lean but muscular. Hairy, but not too hairy.
Masculine and strong. And that ruddy, meaty erection between his thighs looks even better than I remembered.
Did I forget to start breathing again? Because I’m feeling a little dizzy. My man-cup runneth over and I’m not sure what to do with all this abundance.
I can give you a few dozen ideas.
Shut up. I’ve got this.
“Holy shit, Michael,” I blurt with a decided lack of cool.
“I mean, I knew, but now that I’m seeing everything all at once.
.. How is that fair?” I wave my hand toward his entire body and lick my suddenly dry lips.
“I think I’m intimidated. Still really turned on and ready to be fucked into next week. But intimidated.”
“Look who’s talking.” His fists have relaxed as I talked.
Was he worried I wouldn’t like what I saw?
Has he ever looked in a mirror in his life?
“If I’d known you were hiding that body beneath your Christmas sweater and skinny jeans, I wouldn’t have been able to wait to unwrap you.
No wonder you’re stroking yourself. If that was mine, I’d never get anything else done. ”
It could be yours.
Where the hell did that thought come from? No, it couldn’t. That’s crazy talk. I don’t belong to anyone but myself, and I’m all about keeping things casual and fun. That’s all this is, right? Casual and Fun Sex: The Blizzard Edition.
“So far, this is the nicest hookup I’ve ever had,” I manage to tease shakily. “Here we are, just sitting around complimenting each other’s junk.”
Michael looks at me as if he knows what I’m trying to do. “We can do better than nice.”
My strokes still when he climbs back on the bed, positions himself between my thighs and lifts my injured ankle to his shoulder. “What are you doing with that?”
“Elevating your leg,” is his smooth, mischievous answer. “I want you to be comfortable while I get my payback.”
Those words have me swallowing hard. “Payback?”
“I’ve been thinking about your mouth for months now. Wondering how you’d have liked it if our roles were reversed. Now that I’ve seen what I’m working with, I’m eager to get started.”
A tremor rolls through my body. He wants to pay me back for that? But he didn’t come. I took him right to the edge of his climax and then had to run out the door.
Wait. Does he mean he’s not going to let me come? Did I temporarily shack up with a sadist? An edger? “You don’t have to do that, Michael. You could let me finish what I started instead. Punish me that way.”
“You misunderstand me.” He mouths his way up the inside of my thigh. Oh shit, that feels good. “We’ll both be finishing tonight. More than once. After you come down my throat, I’ll make sure you get everything I planned to give you if you’d come back to the hotel when I asked.”
A relieved breath whooshes out of me, my arousal spiking again. “Oh. Well, okay then. Of course, that’s what payback means to you. Carry on.”
He snickers at the crease of my thigh. “Unless you’d like to be punished.”
“No,” I answer quickly, my voice pitching higher. “No, I’m good.”
“If you’re sure. You have to tell me what you like, Win.” He stretches up to tongue the tip of my cock, lightly lapping at the precum already gathering there.
“That,” I gasp. “I like that.”
“That’s a good start,” he echoes my earlier comment.
“I want to please you. Want you to get as hard as I do every time I remember your mouth on my cock. I want you to dream about it every night and jerk yourself off each day to the memory, knowing it will never be enough, because it isn’t as good as the real thing.
That’s the kind of payback I’m talking about. ”
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.” I’ll be reliving what he just said to me, for example, for the rest of my natural life. “And I like everything. You can’t go wrong if you— ahhh .”
I can’t remember what I was going to say, because my cock is in his mouth.