Page 51 of Act Like You Don't Care
I remembered that little twitch of his from last night and was careful not to push him over onto his back. It wasn’t much of a hardship. If anything, it made it easier for me to touch more of him while we lay on our sides. I traced the shape of his ribs and how they flowed into the muscle of his back, followed the curve of his spine down to the swell of his ass. He did the same to me, exploring everything within reach while the kisses grew hotter and my desire for him burned higher and higher.
Tam pulled me closer to him, twisting his body so our skin touched all along our fronts. Our cocks met and rubbed against each other and he tightened his grip even further, until I could barely move. I grunted and pushed at him until he gave me some space, then I started to work my way down his body, tasting his neck, his chest. I grabbed one nipple between my teeth and glanced up at him with a grin. His eyes were glazed, pupils wide, and I had a moment to be glad that we hadn’t thought to turn off the lights before I flicked my tongue across the rough surface and started my journey south again.
I had a very specific destination in mind.
“You have a fantastic stomach,” I muttered. I dragged the point of my chin and the slight stubble that now covered it down his midline, then did it again with my tongue while his fingers tried to find purchase in my hair. His leg had slowly moved up my body as I’d moved down his, which was perfect because it made it easy for me to cup my hand behind his knee and lift his thigh out of the way so I had space to work.
“Miles?” he gasped at my first lick along the head of his cock.
“Relax. Enjoy,” I told him and sucked the end into my mouth. He groaned and rolled onto his back, no flinching this time. I curled myself over his thighs and began to tease him, running my lips up and down the underside of his cock, then sucking him into my mouth and letting him sit there so I could enjoy the heat of his skin against my tongue.
When I peered up his body again, he’d thrown his arms up above his head, back and neck arched in a way that made him look like an erotic Greek statue come to life. With my free hand, I stroked the base of his shaft and the surface of his balls, experimenting with touch to see what made him groan, what made him sigh, and what made his entire body tense up like he was getting ready to come right there and then.
That might be fun. Watching his reactions, I wondered if anyone had ever done this for him. Did people seriously not give blow jobs to omegas? All the more reason to go to town on this one.
I drew him in as deep as I could, still watching every flicker of expression on his face. One hand had balled itself up in the covers of the bed, the other was tangled in his hair. His eyes were squeezed shut, showing where, someday, he’d develop those wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that would let him play a cutthroat lawyer or a hard-nosed businessman in his forties. He’d be handsome then, too, and I felt a moment’s stab of sadness that I might only get to see that on the silver screen.
You’re not even supposed to be getting this much of him. Enjoy it and move on, I told myself. It didn’t really help, though maybe if I said it enough times it would stick. I’d grown fond of the high-strung actor, for all his faults. More than fond, but that wasn’t an emotion to examine too closely.
It was very wrong of me to hope they wouldn’t find the stalker. At least, not too soon. But still, the thought was there.
My next dive down over his cock was met with a moan on Tam’s part. He lifted his head and brought both of his hands down to comb through my hair with shaking fingers. “Stop. You need to stop.”
“Why? You don’t like it?”
He laughed shakily. “I do. But I don’t want to fall asleep on you.” He pinched my shoulder between thumb and fingers and tugged, pulling me up his body. “Lie back.”
I thought at first he was going to return the favor but no. As soon as he had me flat on my back, he swung a leg over me like riding a pony, reached between us and grabbed my cock in a heated grip, then pushed me inside him, settling down and down and down until I was buried as deep within him as it was possible to be.
Colors exploded behind my eyes and my hips bucked. He laughed and braced himself on my chest, but the way he squirmed on my cock assured me that I wasn’t the only losing control of his reactions. His lips parted and his eyelids drooped, half hiding those gorgeous blue eyes, then he arched his back and rocked his hips, sliding himself up and down on my cock while my brain short-circuited and I could only pray I’d last long enough for him.
Distantly, I could hear the sound of the headboard hitting the wall and a tiny part of my brain sent up a prayer that Jim wasn’t doing a patrol of the property right then. Tam’s hands slipped against my chest, disrupting his rhythm for a moment, and he laughed. “Sorry,” he whispered as the rocking of his hips steadied.
I made some sort of noise in response, and he laughed again and rocked faster, his ass tightening around me. “Don’t hold back,” he told me. His eyes were locked on mine and his lips had curved into a satisfied smile as he panted with the effort. “I want to feel you come,” he added and twisted his hips in some way that damn near set me off right then.
“You?” I gasped as his thighs flexed beneath my palms. I reached up to stroke his chest and he chuckled again, already enjoying his victory over my body.
He shook his head. “After.” He bent down to kiss me, back curved, vertebrae straining against the smooth skin as I stroked his back. He made a noise, a sort of hum that spoke of urgency and need, bit my lower lip, then sat up straight again to rock his hips in a steadily increasing rhythm. I watched him, his eyelids drooping, body intent on its purpose as his muscles glided smoothly in place, and thought there was no place I’d rather be than here.
I’d barely finished the thought when my orgasm hit me like a waterfall, like it had been sneaking up on me the entire time. My body arched up beneath him, my hands grappling for any part of him I could take hold of to pull him closer as I struggled not to drown in the currents sweeping over me. He rocked once more against me, body taut and a feral look in his eye. I laughed and rolled him off to the side, kissing him fiercely while I stroked his cock. His arms went around my neck, pinning my mouth against his as he kissed me back with equal ferocity. I could feel his leg move restlessly where he’d laid it on my hip, the back of his calf brushing tormentingly against my skin with every involuntary movement of his hips. The faster my fingers skimmed along his length, the more his hips moved and the harder he kissed me until with a rough cry he pushed me over onto my back and came, spilling himself over my hand and leaving burning trails across my stomach.
He pulled away from my mouth, his lips trailing down my cheek as he slowly lowered himself back onto my body. It was startlingly graceful, like a parachute coming gently to ground. I gathered him in, feeling his breath hot across the base of my throat as the rise and fall of his chest gradually slowed.
“Thank you,” he said hoarsely.
I kissed his forehead and closed my eyes, resting my cheek against his hair. There really weren’t any words to be said and whether I had enough working brain cells left to say them was questionable anyway. Tam didn’t seem to need anything—he settled against my side, boneless and comfortable as a cat, one thumb slowly tracing my collarbone back and forth. I waited for him to fall asleep while my own eyes struggled to stay open, but the steady to and fro of his thumb never stopped.
Finally, he whispered, “Go to sleep, Miles. I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. My brain doesn’t want to stop—I’m just going to let it whirl until it tires itself out.”
“Do you want your pills?” I asked and started to get up.
He tightened his grip on me. “I said I’m fine. Don’t make assumptions.”
“Sorry.” I lay back down and waited for the tension to leave his body.
