Page 11 of Married to Murder
“Me too.” I took a chance and moved closer, putting my hands on his hips. He gave a sharp intake of breath, but he didn’t push me away. “Can I kiss you?”
His swallow was loud, and he nodded.
Excitement curled in my stomach as I leaned the length of my body against his. I felt his erection against my leg, and I knew he could feel mine too. When I covered his mouth with mine, we both groaned. His lips parted and his tongue met mine, swirling around as we probed the depths of each other’s mouths. His arms wound around my waist as he pressed closer.
I slid my hand up, slipping under the hem of his shirt. He whimpered when my hand grazed his beaded nipple. He broke the kiss, panting near my ear. “You want to come inside?”
“Fuck, yeah.” I moved back to let him turn and unlock his door.
His hands shook as he tried to get the key in the lock. He gave a self-conscious laugh but finally managed to get the door open. We stumbled into his shop, the moonlight streaming through the windows like bony white fingers. I followed him down the hallway to a door I’d passed earlier when I’d used the dressing rooms. He opened it and we entered a small bedroom. There was no pretense of coming inside his shop to talk or for a nightcap. We both knew what we wanted.
The room smelled like sandalwood, and there was barely enough room for his bed and a small chest of drawers against the wall. The sheets were messy, as if he hadn’t bothered to make his bed today. I smiled, kind of liking his carefree attitude about that. My mom had always been so anal, if I didn’t make my bed every morning it was as if I’d shamed the family name.
He pulled his shirt off over his head, and he stood in front of me, his face hidden in shadows. The light peeking through the blinds showed his sinewy body, and when his hands dropped to his belt, I started unbuttoning my shirt with trembling fingers. Jesus, this was really happening. This free-spirited, gorgeous guy wanted me as much as I did him.
“I don’t usually bring guys here.”
“I’m glad.” His revelation made me feel special. Which was probably an odd thought, considering this was most likely a one-off. I slipped out of my jeans, and my cock pointed at Seth like a divining rod seeking pleasure.
Once we were both completely naked, we climbed on the bed. He grabbed a condom and lube from the nightstand, and my lust ramped even higher. We hadn’t talked about who would top or bottom. In fact, until he’d grabbed a condom, I wasn’t sure exactly how far he wanted to go.
He lay on his side, facing me, and cleared his throat. “I tend to bottom.”
“Good.” I scooted closer, cupping his swollen balls. He grunted with pleasure as I rubbed the fuzzy sacks gently. “Because I’ve wanted to fuck you all day.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.”
He moaned as I slipped a finger between his ass cheeks, rubbing over his hole. “I loved spending the day with you,” he whispered. “I forgot it was a lesson I was having so much fun.”
“Me too.” I kissed him again.
He put his arms around my neck, looping his leg over mine. “God, I just want to fuck and not think about tomorrow.”
“Then you’re in luck.” I kissed a sensuous trail along his jaw. “Can’t wait to be inside you.”
“Yeah, fuck me.” He pressed closer. “Just take what you want.”
I frowned and studied his face. “This is about both of us.”
He hid his expression by lowering his lids. “Right.”
Had he been with assholes who didn’t treat him well in bed? I hated the idea of that. He had such a gentle soul, the idea of anybody mistreating him pissed me off. I sat up and tore open the condom and slid it on. Then I slathered my fingers, and he rolled onto his back. His expression was impossible to read, his muscles tense under my hands. I knew he wanted me, but I could feel him holding back. Guarding himself.
I crouched between his legs, and he watched me, almost suspiciously. I lowered my head and took the tip of his cock into my mouth. He hissed and his fingers tangled in my hair as he flexed his hips. His cock slid deeper into my throat, coating it with precum. “Oh, shit,” he whimpered, rolling his hips and sending his dick deeper into my throat.
I sucked and licked his cock, still rubbing his balls and fingering his hole gently. It bothered me a little that his initial expectation had been that I’d just use his body. It made me feel protective of him. He deserved respect during sex, like anybody else. Why didn’t he seem to know that?
He pushed his heels into the mattress. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”
I smiled around his dick, loving the begging tone of his voice. I pressed the tip of one finger into him, and he cried out and shuddered. He seemed to love it, and so I sucked harder still, focused on his pleasure. He rocked his hips, moaning and pleading for me to fuck him. I added another finger, and he shivered and pushed down against my fingers, his hands still clutching my hair.
Once I had him so close to the edge I knew he was about to shoot, I pulled off him, licking my lips. I slid my fingers from his ass, and I held his gaze. “This moment is about both of us, Seth.” My voice was gentle. “I’m not taking anything from you, unless you want to give it. Okay?”
He nodded slowly. “Okay.”
“I want to please you.”
