kissed me, his hands dropping to my ass as his tongue danced with mine. I struggled to catch up as he kissed the daylights out of me. It took me a moment to realize I wasn’t on my feet anymore as he lifted me. My back thudded against the wall and my legs came up around his hips automatically.
“Too much?” He was a little breathless as he rutted against me.
Yeah, no. “You should show me your bedroom.” I nipped at his full lower lip. “I want to do things that require a flat surface.”
“Putting you down is pretty much the last thing I want to do right now.”
Before I could protest, he was striding across the living room. I blinked in surprise even as I tightened my hold around his neck. I may not be a towering tree like most of the men in my family, but I wasn’t exactly a small man.
“I can walk,” I said automatically.
“Yep, I’ve seen you do it,” he agreed, even as he made a beeline for the bedroom.
Hmph. I resigned myself to enjoying some primo He-Man tactics, but if he threw his back out before he threw my back out, I was gonna be pissed. I had a quick impression of a neat room with comfortable furniture and a beachy vibe, all done in gray and white. He deposited me on the bed, where I landed with a bounce. I didn’t know what had gotten into him, but I was going to find out. And bottle it for retail use.
I opened my mouth to say as much, only to find him whipping his shirt up and off over his head. His sweatpants were next, and he shucked them off with little ado. Then he was quite naked at the end of the bed, and I didn’t know where to look first. He was solidly built all-around with broad shoulders and well-defined legs. I’d felt that strength firsthand when he carted me to the room like a sack of potatoes.
My gaze got caught somewhere around his dick, which was already hard and thick, pointing in my direction. A bead of precum pearled at the top and started to slide off. His hand was there before it could get far, and he used it to slick his erection. I watched, a little slack-jawed, my dick doing its level best to join the party by punching a hole in my pants.
“Journey.”
“Huh?” I finally stopped watching long enough to travel my attention up that body to his face, only to find his eyes amused.
“I think you’re a little overdressed,” he said.
“Oh, right.” I made no moves to do anything about that, far too engrossed in watching him stroke his dick some more.
He chuckled. “Seriously?”
Yes, seriously. He doesn’t even know how hot he is. Poor bastard.
I huffed as I sat up on the bed, pulling my shirt over my head. When I stopped there, he gestured at my well-worn ripped jeans, and I lost those, too, tossing them unceremoniously onto the floor.
“I did your evil bidding,” I said, shifting to the end of the bed so that my feet were on the floor. “Now bring it over here, Foster. I want a taste.”
I didn’t have to ask twice. I watched his cock bob against his stomach as he walked over to me, not stopping until he was between my knees. And then I started my torture, stroking and pumping my hand down his length. I included his balls in my play, rubbing them and cupping them alternatively. I put my other hand against his stomach, and I could feel the muscles contracting beneath my palm.
“I thought you said you wanted a taste,” he said huskily. “Don’t tell me you’re all talk and no—”
Whatever smartass thing he was going to say was lost in a moan as I leaned forward and took his balls in my mouth. His hand sank into my hair, not directing my actions, but just cupping my skull. It was more intimate than I’d expected, but I didn’t call him on it. Instead, I teased him mercilessly, sucking his balls in my mouth and letting them slide out slowly. He growled and I looked up at him from beneath my lashes.
He let out a painful laugh. “I hate you so much right now.”
“No, you don’t.” I gave him a wicked smile right before I took him in my mouth. I took every inch, not stopping until my nose was buried in his pubes.
“Jesus,” he breathed as