Page 62 of His Surrender
Jay muttered something in Russian as his fingers tightened in my hair. I had never seen anything more beautiful than him naked and surrendering to my touch. The ridges of muscles on his abdomen flexed as his breaths sharpened.
“Remi,” he moaned, the sound going straight to my dick. “I’m… I’m goin’ to—fuck!”
He grabbed my head with both hands and held it in place as he fucked up into my mouth. And then he was coming. Hard. More Russian fell from his lips, and his voice cracked on the words. I swallowed his release, loving how he trembled from the force of it. I popped his dick from my mouth and gave him a few lazy strokes as he calmed.
“Come here,” he said breathlessly, crooking a finger at me.
I kissed up his chest as I crawled back up his body. He slid his hand to my nape and pulled me to his lips, kissing me slow but deep. His hand dropped to my waist, dipping beneath the top of my boxers, and took hold of my erection. I grunted against his mouth as he started stroking me.
“You’re so hard,” he purred, before nibbling my neck. I was so worked up that it only took a handful of strokes before I was coming into his hand. “That’s it, darlin’.” He kissed my neck as I rode the waves of orgasm.
I collapsed on his chest afterward, breathing heavily. He withdrew his hand from my boxers and sat up before getting out of bed.Just like last time. I watched him disappear into the bathroom, feeling a sinking in my gut. He turned on the sink, and I closed my eyes as I listened to the running water. Tears built behind my closed lids.
Jay didn’t cuddle after sex. He was a “get in and get out” type of guy. Since I was at his house, I braced myself for when he told me to leave. I had hoped we’d reached a new level in our relationship, one that was more than casual sex, but I had screwed myself over in the past by assuming things.
I should spare us both the awkward conversation and leave before he tells me to.
I sat up and grabbed my jeans from the floor just as the faucet shut off.
“Are you leaving?” Jay asked, returning to the room with a rag in his hand. His cock hung soft between his muscled legs.
“Um.” I glanced at the floor, mainly so I wouldn’t have to look him in the eye. “I thought you’d want me to go. You know. Like last time.”
“Did I give the impression that I wanted you to leave?” He walked toward me and grabbed my chin, tilting my head up. Annoyance shone in his eyes. “Hmm?”
“I don’t know.” I moved out of his hold and stood up. “Right after I came, you got up like the bed was on fire. It didn’t take much for me to come to the conclusion.”
“Because I wanted to wash up,” he said. “And you were lying there in your cum-filled boxers and I wanted to clean you too. Take them off.”
“You can’t boss me around.” There was no heat to my words, and I was already tugging down my boxers and stepping out of them before I finished my sentence.
“I don’t want to boss you around.” Jay grabbed my shoulders and gently pushed me on the bed. “I just want to take care of you. Now lie back.”
I did as he said, watching him as he sat beside me and ran the washcloth over my groin. There was something intimate about him cleaning me.
“Do you do this with all your men?” I teased.
His eyes flashed to mine before dropping again. “All my men? The only man I have right now is you.” Once he was done, he left to dispose of the rag, and then he slid into bed, under the sheets. “I don’t do that for anyone else by the way. I never have. Now come here.”
“Ready for round two?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows as I crawled toward him on the mattress.
“Come find out.” Jay lifted the sheet so I could slide in beside him.
I expected him to start kissing my neck and running his hands down my chest once we were side by side. I mean, we were both naked, hot-blooded men and were insanely attracted to each other. But he didn’t. He put an arm under my head and pulled me toward him, my back to his front.
He’s spooning me.
“Will you stay the night with me?” he whispered against my nape.
My heart sprouted wings. The damn thing nearly flew out of my chest. Those were words I never thought I’d hear him say. I laid my arm over his and linked our fingers. “I’d like that.”
“Good.” Jay settled in closer, resting his face against the back of my hair.
I had never liked being little spoon so much as I did right then.
Chapter 15
Jay
