Page 34 of Feuds and Interludes
He nodded and shifted his weight against the door. “You should let me rinse your clothes so they don’t stain.”
When I didn’t move, he walked towards me, and all I could do was gape at him. He was much bigger than me, and not just taller. He was built solid. I used to be bigger, but it was fat. I didn’t work out. Didn’t care. I hadn’t realized just how much weight I’d lost until he put his big hand on my waist and squeezed.
“Let’s get you out of these.” He went to work on my fly and slowly, gently, peeled my wet pants down, taking my weight as I leaned on his shoulder and lifted one leg and then the other so he could pull them off. From his crouched position, he looked up at me for permission as he placed his hands on the waistband of my boxers.
I smiled and sucked in a breath. His thumbs slid along my hipbones, which tickled, and I squirmed a bit as my semi-erect dick sprang free. He pulled the boxers off, put his hands back on my hips and looked up at me for…permission again, maybe?
“What…what’s changed?”
“I got out ofmyhead.”
And then he pressed his lips to the underside of my crown, licked over my piercing, all while his eyes never left mine.
Suddenly, I wasn’t cold anymore. I didn’t care that I was sticky and smelled like coffee, or that he was fully dressed, kneeling before me. His mouth was so hot, his lips so soft, and his tongue was so,sogood. I’d never had anyone suck me off like this, like I was the last ice cream bar in the freezer in the middle of a heatwave. It was as if he intended to lick every last drop and savor the sensation.
“God, Shane,” I breathed. “You make a man feel desired, you know that?”
He moaned in answer and gripped my ass tighter with one hand, taking more of me with each dip of his head. He’d closedhis eyes now, and his free hand gripped the base of my cock, working me with such strength, I swayed on my feet. The hand on my ass shifted, and he dragged his pinky over my hole, causing my legs to buckle.
Holy hell, he was going to destroy me.
Words fell from my lips, or maybe just sounds, I didn’t know for sure, and I reached for his head, cradling it, caressing it, trying to show him how much I loved what he was doing, the pleasure he was giving me.
“You…should…stop, if you don’t want?—”
He pulled off with a pop. “I want it.”
I gasped when he sucked me back in, grabbing my hips and squeezing my ass. He moved faster, and I fought the urge to thrust, mostly because he was…it was…sogood at this.
“Then take it,” I whispered. “Take all of it.”
I gasped as I came a few moments later, wave after wave of heat crashing into me until I couldn’t take it anymore, and then it continued. It dragged on and on, and he sucked me through it all, his eyes rolling back in his head. I gripped his shoulders to keep from falling, and I tried to pull out, but he wasn’t quick to let go.
“I’m going to fall on my ass,” I finally said with a laugh, and he pulled back, licking his lips and moaning softly. In one quick motion, he scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom.
“You need a shower,” he said, setting me down. He got the water ready and reached for a towel. “Let me go get your clothes.”
“Hey,” I said, stopping him with my hand to his cheek. He was frowning again, but it was…softer, somehow. He took so much care with me while taking care of me… How was this the Shane Butler known to the free world as the Metal Menace with growling vocals, a percussive guitar style, and a dark, quick wit?
I stood on my toes and kissed him, groaning as I tasted myself in his mouth. It was the hottest thing ever, and I wanted more.
“We have to stop,” he said, pressing his forehead against mine and breathing heavy. “I don’t want you missing time with Morrison, and I’ve got a lot of work to do with my band today. But tonight?”
“Oh, um, I promised Rose a manicure. After? Later?”
“I’ll find you,” he said, giving me one last kiss. Then he smacked my ass. Hard. And I liked it. “Get in the water. I’m going to rinse your clothes out and then get out of here before I bend you over this counter.”
I growled at him. “Fuck, Shane.”
He chuckled as he pushed me inside the single stall and shut the door.
I tried to be quick with my washing but I was still feeling loose and hazy. I started to hum a melody I’d been thinking of last night, as I wrote down the lyrics to a song that had a whole different meaning this morning.
Shane came back in, rinsed my clothes, hung them on the rack, and then washed his hands. He opened the door and looked me up and down.
“I’ll find you later.” He leaned in, and I kissed him once more, tempted to pull him into the spray so, oh darn, he’d have to strip down too.
“Do,” I said with a dreamy grin.
