Boy Issues - Morticia Knight Page 0,39

miss out on a morning hand job with Silver after all they’d been through already.

“Shush. Don’t knock yourself down like that.” Silver bit Donovan’s shoulder a tad harder this time. “Keep your focus on now, on me, and how you feel with my hand on your cock.”

Silver pulled away and Donovan forced himself not to protest. Instead, he made himself obey. He heard Silver spit twice, then his palm was once again wrapped around Donovan’s stiff length. Silver picked up the pace of the strokes, tugging and twisting, his expert fingers swiftly driving Donovan to the edge. Silver pressed his thumb into Donovan’s slit and he gasped, his orgasm tearing through him as he erupted over Silver’s hand.

Silver gentled his touch then rubbed Donovan’s abdomen, spreading his cum and playing with Donovan’s treasure trail. Silver poked a finger into Donovan’s navel, and he barked out a laugh.

“Ticklish?”

Donovan choke-snorted as he tried to pull himself together. He covered Silver’s hand with his own and entwined their fingers while Silver nuzzled his neck in-between pressing soft kisses on Donovan’s shoulders. Donovan thought that might be his new favorite thing. He attempted to turn in Silver’s embrace so he could return the favor. Actually, he’d rather get his mouth on that big cock. He imagined Silver tasted even better than he looked.

The moment Donovan tried to move, Silver’s embrace tightened. “Be in the moment.” He rubbed his nose against Donovan’s skin. He chuckled. “Unless you have to pee.”

Donovan chuckled back. “It can wait. And trust me, I am.” He angled his head to peer over his shoulder. “I was hoping I could have a moment with your cock.”

“Such a brat.” Silver didn’t loosen his grip. “I’m taking care of you right now. If I want something from you, I’ll tell you know.”

Donovan sighed. The suspense was killing him.

“Silver?”

“Yes, mijo?”

“I’m officially rested. I’ll call in to work, take you out to a nice breakfast, then I’ll beg if I have to. What is it you want to explain to me, about you and how you operate? I have an idea, but I need to make sure I’m not way off.”

Donovan’s touch turned gentle again. “And if it’s something you can handle. Could be a deal-breaker, so you’re right. We need to talk.”

Silver pulled away and Donovan regretted that he hadn’t just kept his mouth shut. It had been nice to be held.

Silver gave him a tap on his rear. “Go take care of what you need to, and I’ll meet you downstairs. I have more towels in the closet, and if you need to borrow a T-shirt or anything, help yourself.”

As Silver rose from the bed, Donovan rolled onto his back. He stared up at Silver who gazed down on him fondly. He ignored the whispers in his head that warned him it would be too easy to become addicted to Silver and his ways.

“That’s all right. I always keep a change of underwear and fresh shirt in an overnight bag in my car.” Silver arched his eyebrows and Donovan winced. “It would probably be pointless for me to insist that I’m not truly a man whore?”

Silver snorted. “Probably.”

Donovan scratched his beard. “I don’t want to be, you know. Not anymore.”

Silver gave him a nod. “I’ll hold you to that. Once you’re ready, I’ll take you to breakfast. Someplace with home cooking and paper mats.”

Donovan laughed. “It’s a deal if I pick up the tab this time.”

Silver frowned. “Donovan…”

He reluctantly rose from bed, a part of him wishing they could stay in bed all day and have the breakfast delivered to them instead of leaving. No, Silver’s place wasn’t gold star accommodations, but it felt oddly like home.

“It’s only fair. You got dinner last night.” Donovan shrugged. “And anyway, how expensive could a place with paper mats be?”

Silver grabbed his wrist and tugged him close. He smashed their lips together, then shoved his tongue inside Donovan’s mouth before he’d had the chance to protest. But then he found he didn’t care. Morning breath be damned, he’d wanted this kiss from Silver since almost the moment he’d met him.

Silver cupped Donovan’s nape, holding him fast in his strong grip as he took what he wanted, commanded the kiss so that all Donovan could do was submit to his will. This was what he’d wanted, what he’d ached for since he’d first known that his only attraction was for men. But how many years had gone by with only the cold and indifferent touch of casual