honey poured over the cliffs that plunged down to the beach. “You think it’s cute to sass me, huh?”
“I mean, yeah, but judging from the state your anatomy is currently in, I’d say you think it’s cute too.”
“Just for that, I’m not gonna let you touch me,” he said. “Tonight, I’ll do all the touching, and you’re just gonna have to take it.”
I whined in frustration, then gasped in pleasure as Holden reached down and gave my cock a tug.
“That’s what I thought,” he murmured.
Any annoyance I might have felt at him reading me so easily melted as he began to stroke me, his hand warm and firm.
“Christ, your dick is perfect,” he said, sending goosebumps along my arms as he kissed my shoulder. He brought my cock next to his and stroked us together. “Fits just right in my hand.”
I shivered again—the good kind of shiver. The fact that he didn’t mind that I was smaller than he was, the fact that he actually seemed to like it, made me feel safe, yet turned on, at the same time.
Maybe I should have worried about that. The fact that I felt so safe with Holden, and the fact that I was, inevitably, going to have to leave. But dammit, I didn’t want to worry about that, didn’t want to think about anything other than his magical hands running along my skin and stoking the fire that burned inside me.
Holden brought his other hand up to stroke my cheek, let it tangle in my hair. He wasn’t rough, just firm, and I whimpered in pleasure, loving the way I felt completely held by him. He was so, so careful to keep his hands away from my neck, but he didn’t shy away from kissing me there, and if that was the kind of exposure therapy I needed to get back on board with the whole neck-touching thing, sign me the fuck up.
The only problem was that he was too good at what he was doing. His hand was too firm, his speed and pressure and rhythm too sure, for me to last much longer.
“Fuck, Holden,” I whined, bucking up into his hand. “Oh, God, fuck.”
“That’s it,” he whispered, urging me on. “Let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good.”
He was doing more than that. He was making me come positively undone, and I couldn’t keep from moaning as my orgasm built inside me.
“Oh fuck,” I whimpered. “I’m gonna come, Holden, I’m gonna—”
He caught my lips with his before I could finish the sentence, his hand stroking me steadily, and I came with a groan, spilling into his fingers as the rest of my body floated away on a cloud of smoke and desire.
Damn, were all my orgasms this good, or was this just the result of a head injury and near-hypothermia? Worth it, if so. I’d have to post online about the lifehack I’d discovered.
I panted as I came down from that high, Holden’s hand still stroking my now-extremely-sensitive cock.
“Sorry,” I stammered. “I didn’t mean to—”
But I couldn’t get that sentence out either, because Holden slid down in bed, kissing my chest, then my stomach, then licking my cum up from where it had spilled across my hips. My dick did its level best to get hard again, especially when he swiped his tongue across the tip, wiping up the remaining droplets that clung to it.
When he slid back up in bed, he caught my eye and slowly brought his hand to his mouth, licking cum off his ring finger, then his pinky. I whimpered as he placed his middle and index fingers against my lips, opening my mouth so he could feed what remained to me.
A quiet, emphatic, “Fuck,” was all I could manage after that.
Holden laughed. “I see I finally found a way to get you to be quiet.”
“It’s not fair. You didn’t come, so you’re still able to talk. You don’t get to judge me.”
“Mmm, no. I don’t accept that rule. I’ll judge you whenever I want.” He brushed a kiss across my lips to take any sting away from the words.
“I didn’t mean to come so fast,” I said, my breath finally returning to normal. “Maybe it’s a side effect of the amnesia.”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe you need some amnesia yourself,” I said, stroking a hand down his chest, reaching for his cock. “Or maybe I could help you out.”
But Holden just took my hand and moved it to the side. “It’s okay.”
“But you didn’t come.”