Page 42 of Nightmare For Hire
I wrap his hair around my hand and tug. “Kiss me.”
His hand doesn’t leave me as he leans up to do as I asked. He sighs into the kiss as if he’d be content with stroking and kissing me all day long. It starts to be so much, though.
“I’m gonna—”
“You don’t have cum, though, right?”
“No. No. But—”
He drops back down and sucks me between his lips again. I tug his hair. My back arches off the bed as I come. The sensation travels through my body like sparkles exploding through every part of me. It takes so much concentration not to burst into shadows and bounce around the room. It takes me a beat to come back to my bodily senses and when I do, it’s like the world slowly comes back into focus.
“Holy shit. So that’s a blow job thingy.” I drop back to the bed.
Cyrus grins at me from between my spread legs. His lips are slick with saliva, hair a mess. He’s ridiculously hot like this. “So you enjoyed it?”
“It was mind-altering.”
He nibbles at my thigh, planting little love bites along my skin before he moves to lie next to me again.
“Can I do you?” I start to lift his shirt, but he stops me to kiss my knuckles.
“Uh, sorry. I kinda—” He looks down and there’s a wet spot down the front of his pajamas.
“Oh! I did that to you?”
“Absolutely. I damn near came in my pants just looking at your naked body.”
“Bodies are so interesting. Why did mine get you all hot and bothered?” I wiggle along the bed. My penis lies against my thigh. I’m sure if I try I can make myself hard again.
“I dunno. You’re like one of those beautiful Roman statues from days of old, but you’re flesh and blood beneath my fingertips.” Cyrus’s fingers slide across my flat stomach. “Mick said you weren’t my type, but he was totally wrong. He never knew me. I think I was attracted to him because he’s bigger than me and that translated in my head that he’d protect me.” He laughs. “I don’t actuallyneedprotecting, though. Not like I did as a kid.”
“No sad eyes!” I steal his mouth for more kisses. “Today is for funsies and blowies and whatever we want to do. And no talking about Mick the dick.” Even after all this time, Mick still makes Cyrus overthink himself. Mick might want him back and continue to blow up my phone, but he can’t fucking have him.
Chapter 18
Cyrus
Spending my day off with Nox is exactly what I needed. We drove to the next city over and went shopping. Nox bought a bunch of new clothes. None of the places we went had boots either of us liked, though. Most of the time I have to purchase online, so I wasn’t surprised.
Nox spins with all his bags in my living room. “I want to give you a fashion show.”
“I’d love that.” I plop on the couch and get comfortable. “You can use my room as your changing room.”
“Yay!” He skips away.
Nox is so accepting of everything. He knows exactly how to calm me down and make me feel accepted. I don’t know if it’s because he just doesn’t understand humans or he’s just that amazing.
“I think you’ll like this one a lot.” Nox sticks his head out of my door, then pokes his naked leg out and wiggles it. “I like the sparkles on my penis.”
I damn near choke back a laugh, then swallow my tongue when he sashays from my room. He’s in nothing but a bedazzled purple jockstrap and a sheer white robe that goes to his calves.
“I think this might be the only one I really want to show you. And putting it on, I got hard thinking about your hands touching me.”
Our eyes drop to his trapped erection.
“I’d like to touch you.” I swallow. Nox is the only partner I’ve had that’s allowed me to actually make choices and not feel ashamed. I’m not ready for penetrative sex again, but I think fooling around in other ways is acceptable, in fact, wanted.
He takes my hand and places it over his cock and sucks in a breath when I squeeze him gently. He grinds against my hand as I pull him into a kiss, making him moan.
