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Yessss!“I have one more condition,” I add, because winning has always made me reckless, and why shouldn’t I push my luck?
“Oh?”
“While you’re thinking about how to test me, and for the duration of it, however long it is, we continue as we have been.”
An incredulous laugh bursts from him. “Seriously? You want to hang out and have sex like nothing’s different while I test if you measure up as commitment material?”
Damn, yes. He’s already admitted that he likes my company and the way I fuck, and I need every advantage I can get. “Yes.”
“You’ve got brass balls, Eoin.” He’s grinning now. “I’ve always liked that about you.”
“Oh yeah?” I raise a brow, almost giddy with relief. “Care to demonstrate how much you like my balls?”
CHAPTER FIVE
Dáithí
It’s probablya sign that I made the wrong decision, but I’m incredibly relieved by the change in subject. Sex with Eoin is something I can do. It’s as easy and natural as breathing. Negotiating the possibility of a relationship I know deep down is doomed to fail? Incredibly hard and anxiety-inducing.
I sink back into the couch and give Eoin an arch look. “If I remember right, you owe me a hand job after the other night. I believe your words were, ‘I’d give a million handies for a hot meal I don’t have to cook.’”
He laughs and reaches for my zipper. “I did say that… and you delivered. Okay, then, just relax and let me ‘handle’ everything.”
My snort is probably as unsexy as that joke. “There’s not going to be anything to handle if you—ohhhh.” His hand sliding into my pants changes my mind. I’ve never been with anyone before who could affect me like this with just one, relatively simple, touch. It doesn’t matter how bad his jokes are, my body will always respond to him.
I obediently raise my hips so he can pull my jeans down a little and tuck my underwear under my balls, giving him excellent access to my already hard-as-fuck dick.
“Hmm,” he says, running his finger across the ridges. “We’re going to need things a little more wet.” His head bends, and the wet heat of his mouth engulfs me, sliding down, down… all the way. Eoin’s lack of a gag reflex issoattractive.
He works the length of my cock with his tongue, and when he pulls off a moment later, it’s plenty wet. The air in the room feels cold after Eoin’s mouth, but only for a second before he wraps one big, strong hand around me and begins working me over with firm, twisting strokes. I alternate between watching his hand and his face. The little crease of intent concentration between his eyes is so sexy. I’ve seen it?—
“Uhhhh, yeah,” I moan, interrupting my own train of thought as his thumb toys with the spongy spot below the head. One side of his mouth quirks in a half smile, but he never takes his eyes off his task. He’s focused like this when he’s guarding the king—or in battle—and knowing he brings the same attention to getting me off, like I’m special and precious…
It would be so easy to want this to last forever.
He brings his other hand into play, sliding a finger down to tickle lightly over the taut skin of my balls, and when my breath catches, his gaze flashes up to meet mine.
What I see there makes me swallow hard. Lust, yes. Affection and teasing, of course. But something else… Something I can’t bring myself to believe for fear of my heart shattering.
“I love your cock, Dáithí,” he murmurs, the low timbre of his voice racing through me like a shiver. “Love how it feels in my hand. Love the taste. Love watching you come undone when I fuck you.”
I didn’t think I was that close, but Eoin’s power over me runs deeper than I knew, because those words, his eyes on me, are all it takes to send me over the edge. My head falls back and I spurt so hard, I think I might have blacked out.
When I open my eyes, Eoin’s licking my cum off his hand, a soft smile on his face as he watches me.
“Nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine to go,” he says.
It takes me a moment to catch on, and then I laugh—or try to. That orgasm drained me completely. I hold out my hand to him.
“What?”
“I’m a limp noodle, but I want your dick. So take me to the bedroom, where I’ll lie back in comfort and you can fuck my face.”
I’ve never seen a man move that fast in my life.
I manageto ignore the monumentally stupid decision I made right up until the morning busy wave is done, and then, when I finally have a few seconds alone, no phone ringing, no visitor needing to be checked in, no apologetic dragons begging me to unjam the printer… that’s when reality crashes in on me.
What the fuck did I do?
