Page 3 of Spiral
“Hate isn’t…” My throat was suddenly dry. I gulped the dregs of my beer. I’d had a few too many, but I wasn’t driving because I’d been in a shit place after getting a call from my asshole ex-boyfriend and knew I’d be drowning my sorrows in water, yeast, hops, and malts. No person could make me feel like a dumb loser faster than Leon. “I don’t hate you.”
“No? We talked once, and now you won’t even look at me.” He listed to the left, and I reached out to steady him, dropping my empty drink onto the floor, which rolled away. He shrugged me off. “Don’t touch me unless you plan to take me into my room and ravage my arse.” He pressed his hands to his mouth as if those words were never meant to see the light of day. “Sorry,” he muttered, then tilted his chin. “No, not sorry, I meant that.” Then, he ruined the air of confidence with a hiccup.
All the oxygen left the second floor of Oliver’s huge house. The noise from the party vanished. The area around us seemed to shimmer with something that was either a cloud of purple lust—and why lust was purple, I don’t know, unless it had something to do with Prince, who was the king of passion and desire—or I’d knocked back way too many Blue Moons.
“Okay. I’ll ravage your arse,” I said softly, reaching for him, my fingers curling around the back of his neck to pull his mouth to mine.
He blinked in surprise, and I thought he might step back, but he came without any resistance, his lips so soft and warm and tasting of a top-shelf rye whiskey. The burst of cloves, black pepper, and cinnamon rushed in as his lips parted to allow me access. Our tongues tangled. His hands were everywhere. I cradled his skull in my palms. The few inches of height he had over me only added to the explosion of desire now flaming out of control in my veins. I loved being able to snuggle into a taller man. Not that I was super short, but in hockey, anyone under six feet was a hobbit.
His hands settled on my ass. I tipped his head to the left. He gave my cheeks a hard squeeze, moaned into my mouth, and then he dragged me up another flight of stairs and openeda door. Somehow, I’d credit it to my innate grace and athletics—not—we managed to stay on our feet as we stumbled through it. The room was a bit of a blur: windows, curtains, a dresser, a desk, and a big bed. The bed looked inviting, neatly made with rich blue coverings and fancy decorative round pillows. The room smelled of his cologne, a heady, clean citrus scent that enticed me. A small light on the bedstand was lit, casting our shadows over the wall as we bumbled around, unwilling to let go of the other to walk.
“God, you taste good,” I huffed over his puffy lips. The scratch of his stubble on my cheek as I tongued my way to his neck was gasoline to a fire already out of control. The door closed behind us with a click. My hands carded into his hair. My teeth worked at his throat, nipping sharply, each little bite making him groan in pleasure. “Like man and… uhm… fuck words.”
“Right, fuck words. Who needs words?” he huffed as he pulled at my belt, the brush of the back of his fingers over my erection sending hot spikes of want to my cock. “Words are for losers who use too many vocables to try to counter?—”
“You’re talking too much,” I snarled, sucking a hot path from his collarbone to his ear. God, I hoped two flights up was enough to stop anyone from hearing us, and I placed a hand over his mouth. “Shhh, everyone could hear.”
“No one can hear us up here,” he protested as I tugged in his earlobe with my teeth, my fingers keeping his head tilted just right for maximum neck ravaging. “I just talk a lot when I’m nervous or excited.”
“Which are you now?” I eased back, releasing his lobe to stare at him. His cheeks were rosy under those short whiskers, his pupils blown behind glasses askew on his perfect face. Seeing him all rumpled and knowing it had been my hands doing all the rumpling made my dick even harder. But, if he were nervous ornot feeling what seemed to be us falling into the nearest bed to fuck each other silly, then I’d back off.
“I’mincredibly excited.” He reached up to remove my hand from his hair and lead it to the bulge in his slacks. Fuck. He was rigid as a board. Was he cut or uncut? I couldn’t wait to find out.
“Cool.” I covered his mouth with mine.
He shuddered and sighed, then went back to getting me naked. My belt was ripped from the loops of my pants. I sucked on his tongue and then lapped deeply into his hot mouth. A wordy mouth. A mouth full of words that kept wanting to spill out of him like water from a fountain as he lowered my zipper. I rubbed the length of him with my palm. He began to melt into me, his knees buckling, and he went to his knees.
Feeling more than a little drunk and a lot worried about him passing out, I placed a finger under his chin. “Are you going to pass out?”
“Nope, I’m going to suck your cock.”
Ah, well, that was fine then. He wet his lips. I nearly came right then and there. I threw a hand out to the nearest wall as he stripped me from the waist down in a blur.
“And what a lovely cock you have,” he purred, taking my dick in hand and then gently rubbing his chin and cheek over the purplish head like a cat. The burn made me shiver, and my balls drew up.
“The things your mouth says,” I panted as he tongued at my slit.
His yummy sounds as his tongue cleaned up my slick cock just about did me in. I thrust forward, fingers cupping his chin. He opened wide, his glasses now dangling from one ear. I plucked them from his face and dropped them to a dresser on my right as I fed him my cock. He took it all. Right to the root. My eyes rolled back. His mouth was capable of more thanmaking words filled with intelligence and wit. His mouth could bring a grown man to his knees in seconds.
“Stop, I’m… fuck… too… close.”
He pulled off, eyes now on me as my cockhead lingered on his lower lip. “I’m glad you let me know. I want you to come inside me.”
“I… we should… I’m on PrEP and am negative and… Shit. Oh shit.” He tongued the slit again, teasing a small droplet to appear that he then licked off. “I just… right, tested.”
“Same.” He rose, saliva glistening his chin and lips, and I captured his mouth again.
We kissed our way to the bed. A bed that I hoped was his. “Is this your room?”
“Yes. Mine.” He then proceeded to strip off his clothes. His body was finely made and lithe, with some brown curls spattered over his chest, then thickening the farther down my eyes traveled. A thick uncut cock sprang free. I’d never been with an uncut man. I wanted to mouth his dick, taste and play with his foreskin, and get to know the feel of it between my lips. His hand wrapped around his prick. He eased the foreskin back and milked some pre-cum out. “Bed.”
He stumbled over his discarded clothing, sniggered madly, and fell on top of me. I laughed at his arrival, then all the laughter faded as he wiggled around, his lips brushing mine, his cock rutting into my belly.
“Ride me,” I grunted. “Ride me hard.”
“So lazy,” he replied as he settled on my thighs, his cock leaking over his fingers as he continued to stroke himself. “Making me do all the work.”
“You can handle it,” I countered.
