Page 18 of Wrapped Up In You
It was a little hard to make out, but I thought the clock on the mantel read midnight as I blinked my eyes in the darkness. There was a soft glow from both the fireplace and the television that was still on after the movie had long since finished. The last thing I remembered was Buddy the Elf eating gum off a railing in NYC, so I hadn’t made it very far into the movie before crashing.
After taking a nap earlier in the day, I was surprised I’d fallen asleep again, but as I lay there still wrapped in the warmth of Jonathan’s arms, with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my back and his little puffs of breath ruffling my hair, I thought maybe I could see how I’d been lulled into sleep.
I’d told Jonathan I wasn’t really a commitment guy, and that had been the truth, but it wasn’t out of any sort of fear or unwillingness to try. I simply hadn’t met a guy who’d been interested in any of that. College had been a time for exploring my sexuality and all the fun that came with it. And since then, I’d been more interested in trying to figure out my life than looking for a soulmate. I was only twenty-four. There was plenty of time for that later.
But lying in Jonathan’s arms had me picturing a different sort of future. A dangerous one I had no business thinking about. Dreams of waking up in his arms, of lazy Sunday morning breakfasts, of trading sloppy blowjobs in the shower, would only serve to disappoint me when I went home in a couple of days. That’s not what this was, and that wasn’t our future.
Lips pressed against my hair and one hand stroked up and down my chest, eliciting a moan from me in response. He slid his hand underneath the hem of my shirt, tracing the same path up and down, only this time against my bare skin. I arched into his touch like a cat. God, I loved his hands on me.
His hand slipped lower, dipping below my waistband but not going any farther, instead moving side to side under the elastic.Fucking tease.I whimpered in response and ground my hips into his erection, trying to give him a taste of his own medicine, and was rewarded with a groan.
“Dammit, Lucy. You’re killing me.”
“One could say the same to you,” he murmured into my hair, but his hand slid lower. Slowly. Painfully, excruciatingly slow until finally, the tips of his fingers grazed my aching cock.
“You started it,” I gritted out, trying not to give him the satisfaction of a whimper or a moan. The asshole was going to pay for this.
One finger stroked the length of my erection, and it jumped in response. I was barely restraining my hips from punching up into his hand.
“Somebody likes that.” I’d never heard him use a teasing tone like that before, but I was too lost in sensation to give it any more thought.
Despite my best efforts, a whimper escaped as he gave me another torturous stroke with that single finger. His chuckle turned to a groan, matching mine, as he finally wrapped his hand around me.
“Please,” I whimpered, begging him to do something, anything, to relieve the pressure building in my balls.
Fucking finally, he slid his hand up and down my length, but his movement was constricted by my sweats. Impatiently, I lifted my ass and yanked them down to my thighs in one motion before settling myself back in front of him, making sure to rub against his erection again for good measure. He was hard as a rock.
“God, you feel good,” he said as he resumed stroking my shaft. He nudged my head, and I turned it to one side, giving him room to trail kisses down the column of my throat. He nipped at my ear, his breath hot and heavy against my already overheated skin, then whispered, “You going to come for me, Hay? You going to give me your load? How far up your chest do you think you can shoot?”
Those filthy words coming from his usually perfectly proper mouth had my balls drawing up tight. I was so fucking close.
“Lift up your shirt. I want to lick every drop of cum off your pretty chest.”
Fuck. I hastily tugged my shirt up only seconds before I erupted, hot ropes of cum landing across both pecs and my abdomen.
Before I even knew what was happening, Jonathan slid out from under me, my torso flopping back on the couch. I watched as he yanked down his own sweats and began stroking himself furiously. Only a few short moments later, he shot, his cum mingling with mine across my torso. No one, and I mean, no one, has a good O-face, but somehow, Jonathan managed to look beautiful in the firelight with his head thrown back in pleasure.
Leaning forward, he dragged his tongue up my happy trail from navel to neck, lapping up our cum as he went. It was the hottest goddamned thing I’d ever seen.
I watched as he continued licking my chest, cleaning every last drop before leaning forward to kiss me. I loved the mingled taste of us on his tongue. It was erotic as hell.
Breaking apart, he stood, reaching his hand out to help me up. He led me into the bathroom, where we brushed our teeth before heading into the bedroom. He stripped completely naked and climbed into bed.
“Hay?” he asked, noticing my hesitation.
“Are you sure you want me in bed with you? I can sleep on the couch again.”
He sat up, letting the blanket fall to his waist, exposing his bare chest. “Why wouldn’t I want you here? We already took a nap earlier today.”
“I don’t know. This is just a casual thing, right? And I thought it might blur the lines.”
His eyebrows rose into concerned arches. “Does it blur the lines for you?”
“No.”Yes.“I know what this is.”
He flipped back the comforter, and I crossed to the bed, undressed, and climbed in next to him, rolling onto my side, facing away from him. I didn’t want him to see the confusion I was sure was swirling in my eyes.
“Usually, I’m the overthinker,” he said as he pulled me back into him, his warm arms wrapped around me. Even as my brain tried to question everything, my body relaxed into him. He felt so damn good.
