A Flighty Fake Boyfriend (Men of St. Nachos #2) - Z.A. Maxfield Page 0,42
him to speed up, suck harder, do more. Then he pressed into my hole with one finger, and I flew apart.
“Oh God…yes. Oh my God. Epic. I’m—”
He stayed where he was, swallowing my spend to the very last shiver.
“Epic.” I cradled his head between my hands in a tight grip. He rested his cheek on my thigh.
“Mmhmm?”
A polite knock at the door startled us both.
“Stay.” He put his hand on my chest. “I’ve got it.”
When Epic stood, the outline of his thick, erect cock showed clearly beneath the fabric of his jeans. He turned a terrific shade of pink while he adjusted himself. I couldn’t be seen from the door, but I slipped my shirt over my lap anyway.
“Back in a second.” He winked. I caught and held his hand. He turned back, one eyebrow lifted. “Something you need?”
“Thank you. I—”
The knock came again, slightly louder.
“Hold that thought.” Epic kissed the top of my head. “We’re not anywhere close to done.”
Chapter Fifteen
Epic expertly opened the champagne and poured two glasses. Dessert turned out to be banana pudding, lemon pot du creme, cheesecake, and a decadent chocolate layer cake with chocolate buttercream frosting.
Each dessert sat on a perfect plate accompanied by fruit, powdered sugar, raspberry sauce, or in the case of the pudding, a vanilla wafer crumble.
Because I’d ordered emotionally, all the lovely sweets left me feeling a little meh. I wanted a single bite of each and a glass of champagne but later.
Epic handed me a champagne flute. “What shall we drink to? New friends? Missed opportunities?”
“How about we drink to you? The best fake boyfriend and knight in shining armor a guy could have.”
“Shut up.” A pleased flush accompanied the slight shake of his head. “I’ll drink to the best fake boyfriend, though.”
I nodded and we touched our glasses together and drank.
Epic laid our desserts out on the coffee table. He arranged them with forks and napkins and placed the champagne in its ice bucket. Because he wasn’t wearing a shirt, it was pretty obvious he was still hard, especially since his cock had dampened his jeans.
“Oh, Jesus.” He reddened with embarrassment. “Sorry.”
“What do you have to be sorry for?” I took the glass from his hand, picked up my own, and stood. “Come with me.”
He raised his brows. “Where?”
“Bring the champagne, will you?” I left him for the bedroom where the sheets had been turned down invitingly and the maids had again left chocolate on our pillows.
He came in a few seconds later with the wine. “Oh, I see how this is going to go.”
I stretched out on the bed and put my hands behind my head. “I’m pretty sure you weren’t done with me. Or was that my imagination?”
“Oh no. I’m definitely not done with you.” He gave me a little peep show while he slid off his jeans. “In fact, I’m having trouble deciding which of my evil plans to undertake. What would you like to do?”
“Fielder’s choice. Fuck me, make me suck you. Take me any way you want.” My cock had already plumped up at the thought of him fucking me. At Epic’s age, he probably never even got soft. I hoped I could give as good as I got. “If you want me to fuck you—”
“Not tonight.” He came forward, cock standing proud in a nest of dark hair. “Tonight, I’m tapping your sweet ass, Ryan Winslow.”
I shivered. “It’s all yours.”
“Yeah?” He started from the bottom of the bed and crawled over to loom above me. “Whatever I want?”
“Anything.”
“Mm.” He swigged champagne straight from the bottle and leaned over to kiss me. When I opened my mouth, the crisp dry wine flooded in, bubbles bursting between our tongues.
“Warn a guy, will you?” I gave a little cough.
“You are so sweet.” He held the bottle for me to drink more. I sipped slowly; my head already swimming. When I was done, he licked stray droplets from my lips, then slid lower and lower still. He tongued my navel, which tickled, and lifted my knees over his shoulders to plunder my cock, balls, and taint where even his breath drove me crazy with lust.
I never expected Epic to be so…fearless, so confident and knowing, yet there we were. He licked over my hole a couple times and then his thumb followed, gently rubbing the rim.
“Lube and condoms are in the drawer there.”
Surprised, I rolled my torso to take a look. “Really?”
“I like to be prepared.”
“Pretty sure of yourself,” I muttered as I handed them over.