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Curses and unintelligible words fly from my mouth, and Nandy pumps even harder.
I turn my head again. “Kiss me, please.” It comes out as a whimper. “I can’t get enough.”
He smiles and grabs my chin with his free hand. His other hand has a death grip on my cock as he pumps his own mercilessly in and out of me.
How the hell am I even standing right now?
“Damn, you’re tight,” he hisses. “So perfectly tight. You are so damn perfect in every way. How I ever thought I could resist you… I never stood a chance.”
To hear him say that. I smile and exhale again as he fills me up with another thrust. Each invasion more beautiful than the last. The burning long gone. Now it just feels so…just…perfect. So perfect. So everything I never knew I needed in my life.
I meet each of his thrusts. Giving him my ass and all of me. My hands press firmly against the shower tiles. I look down to watch his long fingers continue to stroke and tug at my cock. His fingers glisten with lube and pre-cum. The steam still flows around us and gives the room a dreamlike feel. Maybe this is a dream. But I recall those fingers. I’ve watched those fingers float across the strings of his violin. And now those fingers are playing me.
“Is this everything you imagined it would be?” he asks as he places his teeth along my shoulder.
I shake my head. “I could never have imagined anything so fantastic.”
Nandy bites down on my shoulder and increases the pace. I feel the vibrations of his groans against my skin. His strokes along my dick are growing sloppier and faster. He’s about to come. I shove my ass out more. Giving it to him. Begging him with it.
He responds and with a pair of violent thrusts that nearly push me into the wall he comes. The cry of release loud in my ear and with that I come too. His hand stills along my cock as all he seems to be able to focus on is my ass. When he stops, I feel his hot skin cover my back. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close. I melt into him.
I’m only still standing because he is holding me. He’s still inside of me, but I feel him slipping out. I let out a little whimper at the loss of it. Nandy waits another moment. Makes sure I am steady on my feet before he turns and throws away the condom and turns the shower back on.
Then those arms are back around me. His lips kiss along my neck where he bit down hard before. I sink back into him. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know if I’m supposed to say anything. I know he’s going to ask if I’m okay. Am I?
There aren’t words for this. For him. For how glorious that felt. How glorious I feel right now. I just melt into him. I let him hold him. I let the water increase to scalding and embrace this feeling of sated bliss I’ve never felt before.
Chapter twenty-eight
There is a man in my bed. A tall, strong, gorgeous, muscle-bound man in my bed.
Curled up against me. A heavy leg is draped across mine. A hand rests on my stomach. I stare at the ceiling and realize I’m smiling. This used to feel suffocating to me. Anyone touching me, holding me, cuddling with me. It’s one reason I take the controlling role in my sex play at the club and I don’t have sex at home. Cuddling, lingering, tangling up like this…it leads to feelings. It’s more intimate than sex. Sex is just sex.
Last night…last night was way more than sex.
It was perfect from beginning to end. But now I feel things. I let myself get caught up in the entire evening and I feel things. Things for this gorgeous straight man who I fucked last night. I’ve been feeling things for him for a long time though, haven’t I? Possibly from the second I laid eyes on him. I flirted with Davey that night. But only because I knew flirting with TJ wasn’t an option. Looking at him was, though. And look at him, I definitely did. He didn’t even notice. He accused me of wanting Davey. Of preferring Davey.
My fingers stroke his hair absent-mindedly and I let my eyes drift closed again, relishing this feeling. This quiet contentedness. TJ stirs slightly and presses himself even closer to me.
“What happens now?” TJ mumbles softly against my shoulder.
“What usually happens when you wake up with one of your conquests?”
“Conquest?” he chuckles. “Is that what you think you are?”
I don’t respond. Do I feel like that? Maybe.
“Well, first of all, I usually struggle to remember the name of whoever I went to bed with. Then I wonder why I spent the entire night with her. I have the excuse that I need to get going to practice, the plane, whatever…I give her a kiss, grab my clothes and leave. Unsatisfied and pissed at myself and wondering when I’m going to wake up with someone who matters to me.
“Today is that day. Now, this morning…you matter to me.”
I clear my throat. How is it so easy for him to say that?
“That makes you nervous, doesn’t it?”
“Breakfast?”
I feel his lips curve into a smile against my skin.
