I can feel the little shit smile. It’s in his voice, in the way his body relaxes against mine. He’s happy, and that warms my heart despite everything.
Humming, I rub the outline of his erection with my fingers. When I reach the tip, I tighten my hold, making him groan and hiss. The sounds quicken my already elevated pulse, moving more of my blood south.
“I think the clothes are in the way,” he rasps, shaking his hips to get more friction.
I won’t give him the satisfaction of agreeing to that, even if I do. He might have me by the balls in a more literal sense now than before, but I won’t let this brat think he can boss me around just because I’ve humored him this far.
Then again, there is also something freeing about letting someone else be in charge. About letting go. I’m still not sure if I am doing the right thing, if there even is a right thing, but maybe getting it out of my system will help. Maybe once I’ve satiated that hunger in me for Hex, I will be able to go back to normal and be just his bodyguard again.
“Aran, please…” he whines, wiggling his ass against my dick. I bite down a moan. “Ooh.” I can hear the grin in his voice. “You liked that, didn’t you, huh?”
He shakes his hips again, chuckling. In that moment, I hate all the clothes between us as I crave to feel his skin against mine. I don’t think that’s smart right now—I fear I might not be able to restrain myself the moment we are both naked—so no matter what sweet promises he makes, I won’t give in.
But I also can’t deny myself what I want—it’s physically impossible. I need to make him feel good. Not because he asked or because he’s doing such a stellar job of seducing me. No, it’s not just that. I want to unravel him, to make him fall apart with my own hands, to show him how deep and bottomless my need for him is.
It’s an abyss that has almost consumed all of me.
Expertly, I undo his zipper and buttons and slide my hand inside his pants.
He keens, his entire body bucking, and digs his fingers into whichever part of me he can get to. “Oh fuuuck.”
I love that mouth. I’ve dreamed about it, and today it is mine.
Kissing the side of Hex’s forehead, I dip my hand under the hem of his boxers. His heated skin welcomes me, smooth and silky and wet. I swallow hard, my breathing kicking up a notch as I grasp his leaking cock. It’s hot and it’s hard, and, gods, I can’t believe I am doing this. But it’s too late, even as some deep, voiceless part of my brain tells me to stop. My hand moves on its own, needing to feel all of Hex as he writhes and whimpers and begs me to go harder.
He’s close, I can tell by the way his body tenses up. A few strokes from me is all it will take for him to climax, and the thought of it makes me impossibly aroused. It’s like tiny stars live under my skin, prickling and shocking me as I drive Hex closer to the edge.
Every pump of my hand rewards me with his lovely noises, and the more he makes them, the more I wish to be the only one to ever hear them. They are mine, just like he is. It’s wrong of me to think that, but I can’t deny what my heart craves now when all my walls have crumbled down.
I will do better tomorrow. I won’t be so weak, but for tonight, I can’t fight this anymore.
“Aran—” he cuts himself off, gasping. “I’m close.”
I quicken my strokes, kissing his cheek and neck as he tilts his head outward to give me more access. His body jerks a few seconds later, right at the brink.
“Come for me, Tien,” I urge, unable to stop the words from leaving my mouth.
That and a firm squeeze are all it takes for him to orgasm. The tremors of his body reverberate through mine, sending a delicious thrill down my spine that goes straight to my straining cock. To distract myself from the onslaught of pleasure, I angle Hex’s head and capture his mouth, kissing him as he keeps spilling in my hand.
I don’t know how long our kiss lasts, but by the time I end it, Hex is a boneless mess about to doze off with a huge grin on his face.
And if I am being honest, his smile infects me too as I clean him up and put him to bed. I take care of my raging hard-on in the shower, and as I get dressed, post-orgasm clarity hits me, bringing with it all the doubts I ignored.
Should I have done this or should I not? What does it mean that I did? Will we be able to go back to how things were before today? And we still need to talk about us, about this…
It’s too much, and it’s driving me crazy, so instead of tossing and turning on the couch all night, I simply watch Hex sleep while absentmindedly scrolling through all the information we’ve collected this far.
20
Hex
Iblamethemind-blowingorgasm Aran gave me for falling asleep before I could tell him about the progress I made at the Lynxes’ party. It’s a good problem to have, I suppose, and it’s made better by the fact that I find my dream man watching over me from a chair by the bed that he’s dragged over from the lounge.
If I had to guess, he didn’t or couldn’t sleep all because of me and how deeply he loves me.
I throw the blanket over my head and curl under it, muffling my giddy squeal.Holy shit, I can’t believe this.Aran and I kissed and jerked off together. He touched me and he made me come and it was the best thing ever.
My dick gives a twitch of approval, stirring in interest. Aran was so fucking hot, the way he manhandled me, the rumbly sounds he made, the intensity of his kiss. My hackles rise, my skin humming with pleasant shivers. Just remembering the dark look in his eyes is enough to ignite the fire in me anew. I want his hands on me again, I want his lips, his taste, the feel of his heated skin with no clothes between us.
