Chapter 13 #2
“Mm. Have to, no. Want to…” He let that sentence hang for a moment. “I think I’d like your noises tonight, but I’m not making any promises for the rest of this week.”
I shuddered, then coasted a hand down his back before pushing the tips of my fingers behind the waistband of his leggings. I felt something lacy beneath them.
“You’ll like those too. They’re red.”
I could picture them in my head as I stroked a touch over his ass, and then I pulled my hand away. “Condoms?”
“I’m always prepared, honey. Come on. You can learn the rest of the place after I work an orgasm out of you.” Then he took my hand and yanked me down a darkened hallway.
The anticipation was intense, but I had no idea what to expect from Aravind other than he was definitely going to be bossy, and he wasn’t going to hold back in letting me know what he wanted.
We got past the doorway and into what I assumed was his bedroom. It was dark at first, but he shoved me against the wall by the center of my chest, then leaned into my ear. “Don’t move.”
I was a fucking team captain. I had been for years. I usually gave the orders, so why was it so damn easy to take them? I stood frozen against the wall, hands flat against the plaster as Aravind pulled away from me.
I could hear his footsteps as I tracked him walking across the room, and then suddenly, there was light. Just like before, it wasn’t too bright to hurt, but it was bright enough for me to see him. He was standing several feet away, mostly a blur, but still, it was all of him.
He seemed almost frozen as he stared across at me, like maybe he was unsure what to do.
Or maybe he was just taking it all in.
“Is that…will this light work?”
I swallowed heavily, then nodded. “It’ll work. But you know I don’t need to see you for this, right?”
He let out a short breath. “Do you want to?”
Oh. Oh. He was insecure. I wanted to push away from the wall and sweep him into my arms and kiss the living shit out of him until he never wondered for another second whether or not I wanted to use the rest of the short time I had with sight to be able to drink him in.
But he hadn’t said I could.
“I want to see you,” I eventually told him.
His shoulders sagged, and then he lifted the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head. I saw the warm brown of his skin as he exposed himself, bit by bit, as he pulled off his socks, then peeled away his leggings.
He was left in red panties, and just like he’d promised, I liked them. I really, really fucking liked them. My mouth went dry, and my fingers itched to touch, but he was still so far away.
“Is there anything you don’t want?” he asked. His fingers fidgeted in front of him. “I know I can be…a lot.”
“You keep saying that,” I told him, “but you aren’t. I like you this way. And in spite of the fact that I might seem like a lonely loser, I’m not so desperate that I’d stay here if I didn’t want you so bad I ached for it.”
He said nothing for a long moment, and then suddenly, he was moving. Closer and closer, his feet ate up the distance between us until I couldn’t see all of him, but that ceased to matter because I finally had my hands on him again.
His own fingers shoved into my hair, and he yanked me down into a messy, almost furious kiss. With a soft grunt, he rocked his hips into me, his hard dick barely encased by the stretched lace of the panties.
“I want to touch you,” I murmured against his demanding mouth. My hands began to wander lower, careful though, waiting for his permission.
He took a moment to answer. “Alright.”
I ghosted a touch—just the tips of four fingers—over his length. It was pressed upward, and there was a small wet patch near the elastic waistband.
The panties seemed made for him—not for women. They fit around his cut hips and very straight waist perfectly. I felt over them, memorizing the shape of his body because god only knew how much of this I’d get before it was over.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he murmured as he continued to frot against me. “If you’re too tired, we can get off like this and then go to bed.”
As hot as it would have been to have him hump my thigh to orgasm against the door, I wanted to be on my back. It had been a long fucking day, and frankly, I needed to forget most of it.
“I need you,” was my answer.
He kissed me harder for that, then took me by the shirt and bossed me across the room until the backs of my knees hit the bed.
He was quick with my clothes after that.
My T-shirt was yanked over my head, my sweats pooling at my feet as he tugged them down and then carefully undid the brace just enough to get my pants off before strapping it back on.
When that was done, he eased me backward until only the ball of my socked foot was touching the floor.
“You’re so fucking hot. You know that, right?” he asked.
I reached for him, dragging a touch up his stomach. He wasn’t muscular, but he still had the abs of a younger man—the abs I used to have without working so hard for them.
“So are you.”
He laughed, then straddled me as I scooted up onto the bed and let the heel of my mobile leg dig into the mattress.
“You don’t have to meet every one of my compliments with one of your own, honey.
” He leaned down and laid a kiss on my mouth so tender it almost ruined me.
“I know I’m pretty. That’s kind of my whole thing. ”
“You’re more than pretty.” My words were coming out unchecked. I couldn’t help it.
I couldn’t seem to control myself when he was around, and fuck, when had that happened? Pressing my palms to his ribs, I held him fast as he curled his fingers around my dick and began to jack me slowly—a fucking hideous pace that would get me absolutely nowhere.
But that was fine.
I was exhausted, and yet I never wanted this to end.
“What’s more than pretty?” he asked in the silence that settled between us.