Page 10 of Challenge Me

“You want to touch me?” I said against his lips.

Letting go of his hair, I unbuttoned my flannel. As soon as it was open, he shoved it off of my shoulders. I let it fall to the floor, then pulled off my t-shirt.

He took me in, his mouth slightly open as he pulled in desperate breaths. Slowly, downright reverently, he ran his fingers along my tattoos—up my arms, over my shoulders, down my chest, across my abdomen. When he traced the one on my neck, nearly to my jaw, I gritted my teeth but didn’t stop him.

He touched the necklace resting against my collarbone, tracing the Fehu rune before he trailed his fingers up the leather cord that held it. Meeting my eyes, he rolled his lips. I didn’t really care what he had to say, so I kissed him again.

He hooked his fingers over the waistband of my jeans, holding me close. “Yeah,” he breathed. “This was the right move.”

His shirt came off, then he was on me again. Locking my hand around his throat, I angled him backward over the table. I held him there while my eyes roamed down his body. The way he was arched made his abs more prominent, and his hip bones protruded deliciously above his jeans. I popped the button as I stared at his hard dick through the denim.

I started to push his pants down, and he looked toward the window. “Should we do this here?”

“You can’t see anything from the outside,” I said. “Not even a silhouette.”

“Are you sure?”

“Believe me, I don’t want to expose the world to what I’m about to do to you.”

“What if I want to do it to you?”

“Do you?”

His eyes went to the left, then the ceiling. While he considered it, I pushed his pants down. He kicked them off, leaving him in only his briefs. I grabbed him behind the thighs and lifted him enough that he grabbed onto the edge of the table to steady himself. He pulled himself up the rest of the way so he was sitting on the edge. On somewhat shaky arms, he leaned back until he was propped on his elbows.

In this position, he was a work of art. I preferred words over the visual type, but as I traced every curve of him and listened to the soft sounds it drew out of him, I reconsidered my position on that.

Standing between his legs, I kissed his collarbone—not delicately, but with the desire to drive him mad with my touch. I held onto his hips and positioned my thumbs in the crease of his thighs. As I trailed open-mouth kisses down his abdomen, he groaned and arched upward.

I reached his dick and used my lips to trace the outline of it through his briefs. His fingers dug into the fabric of the table, and his legs shook as I applied pressure.

“Take these off while I grab lube.” I slapped the side of his bare thigh, which drew a sound from his throat. With a wink, I turned around and jogged into the back office.

It was a good thing everything I owned was in this place.

When I got back, he’d done exactly as I said. He was on the table, propped up on his elbows with his dick in his hand. I tossed the bottle beside him, then gripped both of his thighs before I leaned down to take him in my mouth. He swore and thrust upward, so I relaxed my throat to take all of him and groaned at how full he made me.

“You,” he said.

I met his eyes without pausing. He touched my cheek, then moved to my hair. When he gripped it hard, tipping my head back, desire surged more fiercely in my veins. As if he could tell exactly what I wanted, he tightened his hold. Despite the pressure on my scalp, I took all of him again, and this time, he held me there. My eyes watered, but I didn’t fight him.

“I want you to do it,” he went on.

My lips curved around him as my lungs burned. A moment later, he released me, allowing me to come up for air. I pulled back, and saliva poured out of my mouth while I caught my breath.

“Me it is,” I said before I kicked off my pants.

Without warning, he pushed my briefs down and went for my dick. His fingers wrapped around it, sending a jolt through me. With a tight grip, he stroked me from base to tip, then back down. His eyes were locked on the motion, and they widened like he was mesmerized.

“Been a while?” I teased.

“Something like that.”

“Mm.” I sank my fingers into his hair and brought him close to my lips. “I want you on your knees, Amir.” He started to scoot forward, but I stepped too close for him to move. “Right here. On the table.”

He sucked in a breath. For a second, he didn’t budge. His eyes were on me, then they moved anywhere else. When he finally turned over, his movements were shaky.

I came out of my lusty haze momentarily. “Are you uncomfortable?”