Chapter 9 #3
I snort. “Egotistical, much?” My head spins.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. It would be so much easier if he was a stranger, someone I’ve never met before and will never see again.
Instead, he’s this complicated, incredible man who came here to help us and who I have to basically live with for another week.
Sure, he’s a complete asswipe most of the time, but he also dedicates his life to protecting people.
And while his manner is abrasive, he’s here and he’s doing what he can to fix the problems in my life.
I’m so confused.
Connor comes back with a bottle of lube in his hand. “Confident, not egotistical.” He tosses the duvet and sheet to the end of the bed and climbs back on. “Take off your clothes.”
Yeah… um.
One snarky eyebrow rises. “Changed your mind?” The smug undertone goads me, and before I can consider my actions, my boxers are off. “And your shirt,” he adds.
It’s my turn to raise a brow. “Why? My dick is right there.” I gesture for good measure, and we both look down at my cock, which is eagerly saluting. It clearly doesn’t have the same concerns my brain does.
“Yeah, but you’re going to make a mess, and I know how you like to sleep in that shirt,” he mocks. “Plus, if I’m going to do a good deed, I at least want something nice to look at.”
My face gets hot even though I’m not sure if he’s being sarcastic or not. He just waits, smirking at me, and eventually I pull my shirt over my head and toss it after my boxers. Why not?
His gaze skims me like a caress, and I rein in the urge to shiver.
Instead, I focus on his naked torso. He’s still wearing his boxers, but that leaves a lot of bronze skin bare for me to admire.
He’s got very little body hair to hide the sleek lines of all those muscular planes.
It’s a great view that all of me enjoys.
“I love how gold your fur is,” he murmurs, drawing my attention back to the moment as he pets my chest. I have more hair than him, and it’s a lot lighter than what’s on my head. His fingertip traces over a nipple, and my breath catches. “Sensitive?”
I clear my throat. “A little.” A lot, actually. I can come from nipple play alone if it’s done right. But I’m not telling him that.
He might guess, though, from the way my dick goes rock-hard when he tweaks first one nipple, then the other. His grin widens a little, but thankfully he moves on, sliding his hand down the center of my torso, over my belly, down to right above my groin.
Where he stops.
“Now, what’s the best way to do this?” he muses.
“Your hand, my cock,” I suggest through gritted teeth. Typical. He has to be an asshole about this too.
“Yeah, I get that bit.” Sitting back on his heels, he studies me, then puts a hand on my thigh and pulls it wide. In the next second, he’s climbed over to kneel between my legs. “Do you want to watch?”
“What?”
“Let’s assume you do. Stay sitting up, then. Now…” He reaches over to grab the lube, and I watch with a million butterflies in my stomach as he squirts some into his palm and grins wickedly.
Then he traces the forefinger of his other hand over the head of my cock. A burst of air escapes me, and his grin widens. That single finger strokes down the length of me so slowly, and my dick twitches.
“Get on with it,” I goad, trying not to show him how successful his teasing is.
He shrugs. “I don’t want you to feel neglected while we wait for the lube to warm up.”
While we…? I laugh. “I think I can handle cold lube.”
“Nope.” He shakes his head. “This is a full-service hand job. The best you’ve ever had. That means no cold lube.” He brings his other fingers into play to torment my balls, cupping them, the pressure lighter than what I crave. I can’t hold in my moan.
It seems like that’s what he’s been waiting for, because while he continues to tease my sac, his lube-wet hand closes around my shaft, and my head jerks back, rapping the headboard.
He pauses.
“Don’t stop!” I don’t usually get this worked up so quickly. Maybe he’s right and I really do need my cork popped. Or maybe it’s the fact that he’s the one doing it, a man I… have very mixed feelings about.
The ass waits for another three seconds before his hand slowly begins working me, his grip firm, the lube just enough to ease his movements and make this, unquestionably, the best hand job I’ve ever had. Dammit.
My eyes try to drift closed, but I force them open and watch his hand slide up my cock, his thumb swiping over the red, leaking head.
“How’s that?” he murmurs, and I lift my gaze to meet his, the intense blue eyes watching me, not what he’s doing, and my balls draw up even tighter.
Not yet not yet not yet…
“Hmm… I need to up my game.”
Sweat breaks out over my whole body as he speeds up a little, changing the angle of his grip. Oh god…
“So quiet,” he mocks. “Don’t want me to know how much you like it, huh? That’s okay. You don’t need to say anything. When you go off, I’ll have everything I need.”
My breath stutters.
He leans in, so close I can feel the heat of him up the whole of my torso, even as his hands continue to work their magic. “You’re going to come,” he whispers. “It’s going to be hard and all-consuming. It’s going to spray us both and wring every drop from you.”
I swallow hard. “In… your… dreams.”
His chuckle is like a physical caress. “In yours, maybe.” He bends his head and gently bites my nipple.
That’s all it takes. I come so hard, I can’t breathe. Every muscle in my body locks, and yes, my cum sprays over both our chests.
When I finally flop back on the pillows, sated and breathless and boneless, he’s still gently stroking my dick.
“Sensitive,” I gasp, and he lets me go.
“Okay?” His gaze is questioning, and it kills me, but…
“Yeah. Thank you. That was… amazing.” He earned it. Fuck. He earned more than just a thank-you. “Give me a second and I’ll—”
“Nope.” He holds up his cum-and-lube-smeared hands. “No reciprocation needed. Just lie there and relax, and I’ll clean us up.”
Before I can protest—not that it would have been too vociferous—he slides off the bed and goes into the bathroom. I enjoy the view of him walking away, then let my eyes slide closed.
A warm, wet towel swipes over my chest, and I lift my eyelids to look up at Connor. He smiles at me, and for once it’s not a smirk. It’s genuine and open, and I smile back.
“Put on your pjs and go to sleep,” he says once all my skin is clean. “I’m just going to take care of business.”
I open my mouth to offer again to help him out, but he shakes his head.
“It was a no-strings favor, Kieran.” He disappears back into the bathroom and closes the door, and a second later the shower goes on.
I haul myself off the bed and find my boxers and tee, then crawl back under the covers and close my eyes, but I can’t drift off.
Not when I know what he’s doing in there.
Not when he’s going to come out here and get into the same bed, and we’ll have to sleep beside each other all night long.
The water goes off a lot sooner than I would have expected, so either Connor’s quick on the trigger or getting me off worked him up a lot.
My money’s on the latter. A few moments later, the bathroom door opens.
I hear the click of a light switch, then soft footsteps padding around the bed. The mattress depresses.
I keep my eyes closed.
“Good night, Kieran,” he murmurs, amusement clear in his voice.
“Mmm.” I stir as if I’m already dozing. “Night.”
His breathing soon becomes steady and even, but it’s a long time before I fall asleep.