Page 99 of The Score

I breathe fast. I blink a few times. My muscles still clench, but some clarity returns to me.

Until Bear pulls from the hand nestled under my clothes.

"Pen."

Without any other words, he brings my hand all the way to his mouth and he… and he…

Still rubbing himself on me, Leon sucks my fingers clean. His tongue makes passes around my fingers. Between them. Like he wants every last drop of my wetness for himself.

He grunts once. Twice. His rhythm becomes erratic.

"Damn," I whisper.

My taste made him come.

Just a few seconds later, he breathes as fast as I do, but he brings my hand down to my shoulder, where he holds it tight.

We lay still. Nothing but the sound of blood rushing in my ears reaches me. I've recovered from my climax, but not from what we just did.

Oh my God. What did we just do?

I twitch and find a way to stare at him. In this position it's difficult to do, but it's the darkness that hides most of what he feels.

I don't know how I'm feeling, either.

"Tonight." The word comes out gravelly out of him. "After the club. We'll talk."

"Yeah… of course. Yes. We're running late now."

"Tonight," he repeats in the same tone.

He lets go of both my hands, but I don't move. It's a shock to realize I still want more of this closeness with him.

"Take the shower," he adds. "I'll… I will change and get ready at TD."

He pushes back and, this time, I let him go.

"Tonight, then," I say.

I feel more than I see his nod. He gets off the bed and makes for his closet. He closes the door before turning on the light, like he would rather I not see him.

Fuck. What did we just do?