Hardwood - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,64

now there’s an idea,” he says, finally getting the door open.

We both kick off our shoes in a hurry, Watson turning toward me as soon as the door swings shut behind us. I’m not sure who moves first, but in an instant, we’re nothing but lips and tongues and groping hands, stumbling down the hallway to his bedroom.

I fumble with the buttons on his shirt while he unzips my pants. As soon as I have his shirt open, I run my hands over his soft, slightly round belly, his peppering of coarse hair tickling my palm. We hit the bed, and Watson topples backward. I’m right behind him, covering his body with mine and burying my face in the crook of his neck. I take a deep breath and my stomach flutters violently. Watson is all fucking man, and god damn I can’t believe how long it took me to get here.

“You’re so damn sexy,” I tell him as I make my way back to his mouth. He grabs the hem of my shirt, dragging it up and forcing me to break the kiss so he can get it over my head.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he teases, raking his eyes over my bare chest. Watson puts a hand on my belly, dragging his fingers along the crease between my abs. “God, that’s just stupid,” he groans. “But I am going to have to lick something off of you at some point so those abs don’t go to waste.”

I chuckle. “I can live with that.”

When he reaches my pants, he catches them and underwear and pushes them both down together, leaving me completely exposed, my cock swinging hard and heavy between my legs as I stare down at him.

“Holy hell,” he mutters, closing his eyes and biting his lip. “Okay, hold on one second.”

“What’s wrong?” I sit back, my mind racing as I try to think of how I could’ve fucked this up already.

“Nothing, I just should’ve waited a second to get you naked, because it’s really hard to think with your cock like right there,” he explains, his eyes still closed.

“What’s to think about?” I ask, absently stroking fingers over his chest, dragging them along his belly, and teasing the spot where his happy trail disappears under his pants.

“Safe sex, super important stuff,” he manages to say, peeking one eye open and then slamming it closed again. “I don’t know how far you want to go tonight, but I have condoms in the nightstand.” He waves absently at the table next to his bed. “And I’m on PrEP, so I’m safe if you want to suck me off without any protection.”

I’m glad he’s of sounder mind than I am, because safe sex was the last thing on my mind before he brought it up.

“Thanks for telling me. I’m not on anything. I didn’t even know that was a thing. But I haven’t been with anyone in almost nine years, and I was negative for everything at my last physical.”

“Okay, good, that part’s out of the way,” he says, finally opening his eyes again, groaning as soon as he looks at my cock. The sound tightens my balls and makes my cock jerk.

The butterflies in my stomach rage wildly as I hook my fingers in the waist of his pants and boxers and tug them down, exposing his cock for the first time. It slaps against his stomach, and I stare in awe for a few seconds. It’s thick but not overly long, throbbing veins wrapping around his length and begging to be mapped by my tongue. His body is breathtaking, and staring is all I’m capable of doing while I try to catch my breath. He squirms impatiently under my gaze.

“Sorry,” I murmur, putting my hands on his thick, hairy thighs and squeezing them as I push them open wider so I can fit between them.

“Look all you want,” he says breathlessly.

“You might regret that offer,” I warn, leaning forward and kissing his collar bone, savoring the quiet moan that falls from his lips. I can’t imagine I’ll ever get tired of looking at him, or touching him, or worshiping his body. I haven’t done a thing to him yet, and I already know it’ll never be enough.

I kiss my way down his body, growing more addicted by the second to the warm feeling of his skin against my lip, the gentle give of it under my touch. I fit myself between his legs as I move downward and