“Hey,” Teagan murmured, rolling to his side. “Did I wake you?”
I nodded, reaching out to brush his hair from his forehead.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, Cailín.” He slid his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him, and tucking my head under his chin. “Go back to sleep.”
“I can’t.” Even though the feel of his fingers gliding up and down my spine had my eyes drifting close. “Not when I know you’re freaking out. Want to talk about it?”
He released a heavy sigh. “I’m not sure there’s anything to talk about. I’m nervous as fuck and feel like a right eejit over it.”
I pulled back to meet his gaze. “Walk me through it. I understand stage fright, because if you’d won the bet, I probably would have moved back to Texas to avoid cheering in front of a crowd. But you play on the field regularly and perform at Paddy’s often. What, specifically, scares you about this?”
“You mean other than being half naked, on a huge stage, with all the lights and actual drag queens watching me? Sure, there’s nothing remotely terrifying about that. Nothing frightening at all about feeling like an imposter who will, at anytime, do something that offends them.”
I pressed my lips together, attempting to stifle the laugh that’s trying to breakfree.
“Would it help to know that Norah talked to them beforehand to make sure they were okay with the fitting?”
Teagan’s eyes widened a fraction, but he shrugged his shoulders. “Aye, a little.”
“And you won’t be up there long at all,” I promised him. “It will take longer for me to do your makeup and get you dressed than it will to model it.”
Groaning, he rolled to his back, eyes going to the ceiling once more.
“Do you need me to help you sleep again?” I purred, running my hand down his bare chest and the planes of his stomach until I palmed his cock through his briefs.
His hips jerked at my touch and I could feel him harden under my hand. When I met his eyes, I slipped under the fabric to cup his balls. His head fell back into the pillow, exposing the column of his throat. He swallowed thickly as I began pumping my hand along his length.
“Bloody hell, you do things to me, Layla,” he bit out through clenched teeth.
“I’m about to,” I countered, raising myself with my other arm to flick my tongue over his nipple.
Suddenly I felt his fingers knot into the hair at the nape of my neck and yank my head back before his mouth crashed to mine, tongues twining and fighting for dominance. When his free hand slid into the front of my panties and a finger pressed my clit, I moaned into his mouth, but pulled away quickly.
“No,” I told him sternly, moving to the lower end of the bed, and straddling his legs. “I’m taking care of you, Papí, so be a good boy and let me.”
Teagan’s eyes darkened and his nostrils flared as he watched me bend to run my tongue along one side of his Adonis belt, and then the other. “Go on then, Cailín.”
In answer, I rolled the band of his briefs down before lowering my mouth to just above his cock. Brushing my lips over his warm skin, I lifted my eyes, peering at him through my lashes to make sure he watched as I sucked the skin roughly into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth, intent on marking him. A strangled sound fell from his lips, hips bucking against me.
“Layla,” Teagan gasped, hands fisting the sheets at his sides. “I need to touch you. Please let me touch you.”
“No,” I answered simply, undressing him fully. “You can touch me after I make you come.”
“Fuck, this is so hot.”
“Close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you to.” I’d never done this before, not once been the one to give orders in bed. It was exhilarating.
I teased him with my hands, my tongue, my lips, the tip of my nose, but waited to take him fully into my mouth until he was panting and begging to come. The moment my lips closed around him, a string of curses filled the air around us, getting louder the more of him I consumed. With hollowed cheeks, I withdrew slowly, making sure to flick the underside of the head of his cock with my tongue.
“Baby, please. Please let me come. I need to come.”
I lowered my mouth again, gaining speed, and wrapping my hand around his girth. His groans grew louder, my name mixed in. Finally, I cupped his balls with my other hand and applied slight pressure at the same time the tip of my tongue ran across that sensitive line under the head.
“Fuck!” Teagan yelled as he spilled his release down my throat.
He slept soundly after that.
“Layla, yoohoo!” Norah’s voice pulls me back to the present.
