Melting - Sean Ashcroft Page 0,37

his chest, nuzzling his belly button once I got to it. His cock was still half-hard and tempting, but I had an important job to do.

“Okay.” I splayed my fingers over his stomach. “I feel like there’s one here,” I said, tracing a shape on his belly. “One here,” I added, tracing another. “And then two more, here and here.”

Hayden gasped as I ran my fingers over him, back arching as he squirmed under me.

“So that’s… four,” I said.

“Four?” Hayden raised an eyebrow.

“Listen, you’re maybe the sexiest man I’ve ever slept with, but you’re not exactly ripped,” I said, poking at Hayden’s stomach. I liked his body exactly the way it was, but washboard abs weren’t one of the features.

“Maybe the sexiest?” Hayden asked, eyebrow inching higher.

“Almost certainly the sexiest?” I tried.

“Really?” Hayden asked. “That’s as good as I’m getting?”

“There are ways to upgrade your rating,” I said, leaning into it now. I’d been afraid Hayden might be sensitive, considering everything, but I could see he was having fun.

“I’ll show you ways to upgrade my rating,” he said, going straight for my ribs with long, strong fingers and making me dissolve into giggles, helpless against being tickled.

“This is not one of the ways,” I gasped between fits of laughter, tears coming to my eyes as I bit down on my hand to stop myself from squealing loud enough for Mr. Lewis to hear.

Hayden took advantage, rolling me off him and onto my back, pinning me to the bed, one hand curled around my shoulder, the other hovering over my side, poised to strike.

“Sexiest man you’ve ever slept with,” he insisted.

“Are you sure you don’t want sexiest person? Because I’ve slept with people who aren’t men.”

“Good point,” Hayden agreed. “Sexiest person.”

I grinned up at him. “What do I get out of this deal?”

“I’ll forget I know you’re ticklish,” Hayden said, fingers trailing threateningly over my ribs.

I didn’t believe him for a second.

“I want something else if I’m gonna bestow an honor like that on you,” I said, although I was struggling to remember a partner who I actually thought was sexier than Hayden.

That didn’t mean I couldn’t get something out of admitting it.

Hayden hummed, looking me up and down, and then disappeared under the blanket that’d been draped over his shoulders a moment ago, mouthing at my ticklish sides and making me burst into giggles all over again.

“What’re you doing?” I asked, squirming under him as he kissed his way across my stomach.

“Counting your segments,” Hayden mumbled, muffled under the blanket.

“You can’t even see,” I objected.

“Yeah?” Hayden asked, and then licked a broad, lazy stripe up the underside of my cock, which made it hard to answer.

A needy sound escaped me instead, and then a moan as he swallowed me down, invisible under the blanket and twice as hot because of it. I couldn’t anticipate anything he was about to do, I was at his mercy.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, sliding my hand under the blanket to card through Hayden’s hair, hips rolling slowly to move with him, heartbeat pounding in my skull.

I loved when he did this. Not just because he was good, but because it didn’t take convincing or negotiation, he just did it, for me, because he wanted to.

It was nice to have someone who was on the same page as far as making their partner happy went. I knew how much he got off on watching me get off, and I couldn’t get enough of that.

Another moan scraped the back of my throat, thighs tense, toes curled as I closed my eyes to enjoy the heat of his mouth, the swirl of his tongue, the delicate pressure of those gorgeous lips and the faintest scrape of teeth. He was good. How could anyone let him go?

“Oh fuck, Hayden,” I said, breathless, tense, so close to coming I could feel it in the back of my throat. “You’re the sexiest person I’ve ever slept with, okay?”

Hayden hummed around me, and I was done for, the white-hot rush of my orgasm washing over me, dragging me under, leaving me panting for breath.

Oh, that was good. As soon as I caught my breath, he was getting the blowjob of his life.

“Hayden?” Mr. Lewis’s voice called through the door.

Shit.

“Are you watching porn?” he asked. “Because I can hear it out here.”

Hayden straightened up, the blanket falling off his sleep-ruffled head, blinking owlishly in the light after so long in the dark. His cheeks were still flushed and his eyes still glazed as