time.”
I strove for a playful tone, but it didn’t quite land. He pulled back, looking at me with his brow furrowed. “Everything okay?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Because you look like you don’t know whether you want to fuck me or fight me, Foss.”
That was… pretty fucking accurate. “It’s nothing you need to worry about.”
“Look, if you had a bad day, or you’re not in the mood for this date, we can—”
“It’s not date,” I said, working his zipper down. “Dating would imply that we’re something serious, and this was just supposed to be a summer thing, right?”
He frowned but didn’t stop me from pushing his pants and boxers down around his knees. “It certainly started that way, but—”
I cut him off with a kiss, my mouth demanding and aggressive on his. From the way he nipped at my bottom lip, I could tell he was irritated. Luckily I knew how to get him going in no time at all. I broke the kiss and dropped to my knees. Neither one of us spoke. He looked down at me, those golden lion eyes half-mast and glittering with annoyance. I raised an eyebrow and gestured for him to turn around with a spin of my finger. He huffed, not moving a muscle, and I did the motion again.
He didn’t stand a chance.
When he finally complied, like I knew he would, I wasted no time spreading his cheeks. His breath hitched and that was before I licked my way down the length of his crease. He quivered but didn’t make a sound. I chuckled because that was the most hilarious thing I’d seen all damn day. Did he think he was going to be able to stay silent through one of his favorite activities? Hope truly does spring eternal.
I slowed things down, licking at his rim and then dipping my tongue inside—just the tip. He widened his stance, his breathing a little choppy. He started to stroke his dick, and I batted his hand away. He made a sound of protest. And then, I was burying my tongue in his ass as far as I could.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed, bracing his hands against the wall. His forehead joined them a few moments later as he muttered curses. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
“Gotta get you ready,” I said, my voice low. “Wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
I tunneled my tongue inside him again and again, taking the time to turn him into a writhing, sweaty mess right here in my foyer. Then I took him against the wall, hard and fast, like I could fuck away my fears. I didn’t let up until I came, so hard that I nearly saw stars. I stayed inside him for a few moments, trying to catch my breath, kissing his neck and behind his ear—any part of him I could reach, really. After I finally slipped out, I turned him around so I could take his mouth fully.
I pushed him against the wall and kissed him, only to find he was still hard… which was fucking perfect. I reached out and stroked him a couple times a little roughly, root to tip, just like he liked. He groaned, his hips jutting forward to meet my movements.
“Now,” I said simply, knowing he’d know exactly what I was talking about. “I don’t care if you’ve never topped before. No more stalling.”
His mouth quirked. “How did you know?”
“Just had a feeling.”
I turned, pressing my hands and upper chest against the wall. There were a few moments of breathless silence, and then his hands were on my shoulders. His hands mapped my back slowly, down to my waist and then skirting over my ass before he gripped it reverently. He fitted his front against my back, pressing me further against the wall.
“I didn’t want to share this with anyone else,” he said, his words a whisper across my skin. “I know it’s stupid, but I just—”
“It’s far from stupid, JJ.”
He prepared me almost reverently, taking his time even after I told him I was ready. Repeatedly. And then he entered me on a curse, breathing heavily against my back. Even as I struggled to adjust to his girth, I regretted making him fuck me at all. Not because of the burn, which was just about the best feeling in the world, but because of the emotion that came with it. The feelings were too big; the love I had for him was too fucking much.
“You okay?” He asked