Page 24 of The Swap Masquerade
His smile warmed. “You’re smart and funny and incredibly sexy. Did you see the way the other men were looking at you at the last party? I could see it in their eyes. They wished they could trade in the keys they had for yours instead, but I get the feeling you didn’t notice any of that. You don’t seem to realize how desirable you are. You’re this big, strong man and yet, there’s a vulnerability, a sweetness about you that pulled me in from the second I laid eyes on you. So, please, don’t ever doubt how much I want you because I would love nothing more than to strip you down right now and taste every single delicious inch of you.” A shiver racked my body, but I didn’t even try to hide it from him. His words lit a fire inside me and I feared I’d incinerate the moment he touched me. This man got to me like no one else ever had.
“Second, the same rules apply here as they do at the parties. Nothing will happen unless you want it to. If you want to try a few things and decide later that you want to stop, then we’ll stop. I will never force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“But what if I do?” My voice sounded ragged to my own ears as my desire nearly choked me.
“What if you do what?”
I leaned in, switching so that my hands were wrapped around his wrists, my lips a breath apart from his as I looked into his eyes. “What if I want you too? What if I want you to touch me, to taste me? What if I want it all?” A new, powerful feeling swept over me as his eyes suddenly darkened, his eyelids lowering to half-mast. His breath came out in ragged bursts, fanning across my face in minty waves. I was the reason he was so turned on. I’d caused that reaction in him. Me, Elliott Stone.
“Are you sure? I need you to be one hundred percent sure. You’ve waited a long time and you won’t ever be able to get this moment back.”
A warm, fuzzy feeling started in the center of my chest and spread out to my limbs. If I’d been harboring any doubts before then, his words had wiped them away completely. I couldn’t imagine a kinder, more thoughtful man to share this moment with. I glanced down at his lips and then back to his eyes. “I’m sure.”
He searched my face, but if he was looking for signs of hesitancy, he wasn’t going to find any. He didn’t know me well enough to know this, but once I made my mind up about something, there was rarely any going back. In fact, my mom liked to joke that it was my stubbornness alone that had kept me from being born until nearly two weeks after my due date. Oh, God! Don’t think about Mom right now.
Thankfully, all coherent thoughts disappeared from my mind as I closed the gap between us and sealed my mouth over his. He didn’t seem to mind me taking the initiative, in fact, he seemed to like it if the growl that tore from his chest was any indication. I wasn’t sure if he pulled me or if I pushed him, but the next thing I knew, he was settling back against the arm of the loveseat and I was stretching out on top of him.
His scent was all around me, filling my senses and making my head spin as our tongues dueled for dominance. His hands gripped my waist, urging me to move my hips. I rocked tentatively, not wanting to crush him with my weight, but the moment our erections brushed against each other, I lost control. My movements lacked any finesse as my hips swiveled and thrusted, seeking relief in the form of friction.
His hands slid under my shirt, callused fingertips sending shivers skittering up my spine as he caressed me all over. Pulling away from his mouth, I buried my nose in his neck and inhaled deeply. I loved his masculine scent, the feel of his hard body against mine and his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close. This was what I’d been missing all these years, what I’d been hoping for all my life. To finally have it, to finally be in this moment with another man and have it feel this perfect; it was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
He pulled back, his eyes holding a look of gentle understanding. “Hey, are you okay?”
His lips were red and swollen from my kisses, his hair a mess from where my fingers had run through it. I wondered if I looked the same and the thought made me smile. “I’m great.”
He smiled back. “Would you like to move over to the bed? It might be a little more comfortable.” He gave a pointed look at where our legs were hanging off the loveseat and I chuckled.
“Okay.” I stood up and offered him a hand to help him to his feet, but I didn’t bother to let go as I walked with him over to the bed. I pulled him in, bending my head for another kiss as my hands slid around his waist. Now, I’d made my mind up about having sex, I didn’t want to waste any more time. “May I?”
He glanced down at where my fingers were gripping the hem of his shirt then looked back at me, a devious glint in his eyes. “You may, but only if I get to go next. I’m dying to get my hands on that smooth, tanned skin again.” He ran his hands up and over my chest as if to emphasize his point.
“Deal.” I bit my lip as I slowly slid his shirt off over his head then stepped back so I could take him all in. I’d seen him shirtless before. Hell, I’d seen a lot more than his chest, but my memories clearly couldn’t compare to having all that creamy flesh right there in front of me. The fact that I was allowed to touch him, that he actually wanted me to, was enough to make my head spin.
Arousal, rather than nerves, made my hand tremble as I reached out and brushed the back of my finger over the ridges of his abs. I stared, transfixed as his muscles bunched and relaxed under my touch. Working my way upward, I flattened my hand, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my palm. “You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” I whispered as my hands moved over the dark hair covering his chest. It’s soft.
His fingers made quick work of the buttons on my shirt and then he slid the material off my shoulders and down my arms. It fell to the floor carelessly as he sucked in a breath. “My God, your body is insane.” I’d never been more thankful for all the hours I’d spent in the gym and out on the field as I was right then.
My jaw clenched and my fingers itched to grab him, but somehow, I managed to stand still as his fingertips traced every line of muscle along my torso. His hands smoothed over my ribcage and the pads of his thumbs circled over my nipples once, twice. Shit! I gasped as his thumbnails flicked over the sensitive buds, teasing them into sharp points.
“So responsive. You and I could have a lot of fun together.” I held my breath, watching as his index finger traced a line from the middle of my breastbone all the way down to my navel. He circled it once, making my stomach twitch in response and then he continued on, following the path of my treasure trail until it disappeared into the waistband of my jeans. His hands lingered over the button and he looked up as if asking for permission.
“Please,” I whispered. My breaths came out in embarrassingly loud pants as he popped the button on my jeans and slowly slid the zipper down. His hand dipped inside my underwear and I fought back a cry as his fingers curled around my length.
His voice shook with his own, barely restrained desire. “I want to taste you. Will you let me taste you?”
In the back of mind, I wondered how this could even possibly be a question. What man in his right mind would ever say no to that? Especially, knowing how talented his mouth was by the way he kissed me. “Yes,” I hissed, barely hanging on.
A wicked smile spread across his face and then he sank down to his knees. The image of him kneeling there, his lips dark from my kisses and his eyes staring at me hungrily was almost enough to send me teetering over the edge. I screwed my eyes shut, trying to think unpleasant thoughts, like the smell of the locker room after a game and the flavor of Brussels sprouts. It worked too. Until I felt a wet heat engulf the head of my dick.
My eyes sprang open, and I watched in amazement as those beautiful full lips of his stretched around my cock. The tip of his tongue teased over the bundle of nerves right under the crown, making precome dribble from the slit. A moan rang out through the quiet room as he sucked my flavor into his mouth, but I couldn’t be sure if it had been him or me that made the noise. His hand wrapped around the base of my cock, stroking upward as his mouth lowered further down my shaft.
My hips punched forward of their own accord and he gagged. “Sorry, sorry.”
He popped his mouth off, his lips glistening with saliva as he grinned up at me. His gaze scorching as he peered at me from behind his mask. “It’s okay. I liked it. Do it again. Use my mouth to get yourself off.”
“Fuck!” His filthy words flipped a switch inside me and as soon as his mouth closed around me, I shoved forward, stretching his lips and burying myself down his throat.
My hands landed in his hair, fingers gripping the soft strands as I thrust in and out of his mouth. The wet suction, the feel of his tongue on my skin, and the hungry sounds he made as he lapped my juices, all combined to make the most incredible experience of my life. My head dropped back and my eyes fluttered closed as I rode the waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
