Tenny reached to trace his lower lip with a thumb, his touch gentle, his own lower lip caught between his teeth a moment. “Why were you jealous?” he asked. “Did you wish it was you sitting there between those girls?”
“No.”
“No?” Tenny pressed at the center of his lip, pulled it down a fraction. “What didn’t you like?”
He swallowed, and felt his pulse flutter. “I didn’t like them touching you…when I couldn’t.”
Tenny stilled a moment – and then pressed the pad of his thumb to the edge of Reese’s teeth. He wet his own lips, until they shone in the lamplight. “I want to try something. Hold still.”
He pulled back farther, and shifted down Reese’s body.
Reese tried to sit up–
And a hand landed in the center of his chest, and pressed him back. Tenny’s gaze sharpened. “Lie still, or I’ll stop.”
Reese lied back, swallowing again. He didn’t know what it was that would stop, but the idea of Tenny running off and retreating from him again filled him with dread. He held still.
Tenny moved downward, until he was at his waist, and then pushed the hem of Reese’s shirt up – all the way up, until it was gathered beneath his arms. He hummed, and stroked a hand down Reese’s chest, his stomach. Reese shivered, goosebumps breaking out all over his skin, and Tenny’s mouth curved up in a small smile.
His hand shifted lower, until it was cupped over Reese’s cock, soft again, but twitching with immediate interest.
“What are you doing?” Reese asked.
Tenny massaged at him, through his jeans, and stroked patterns across his belly with the fingers of his other hand. His gaze flicked up, bright blue through dark lashes. “Does it bother you?”
Reese thought the way he was hardening was proof that it didn’t, but he said, “No.”
“Do you wish it was one of the girls instead?”
“No.”
The smile got a fraction wider, and Tenny’s gaze dropped again. He stopped petting him long enough to open his belt, and then his jeans. He gave a little cluck when he started to tug them down, and Reese lifted his hips enough to help.
“Good boy,” Tenny murmured, and Reese couldseehis own cock twitch inside his boxers.
Tenny hummed another little note, amusement this time, definitely. He left Reese’s jeans bunched down around his thighs, and then pushed his boxers down, letting his cock spring free.
It wasn’t the first time he’d taken it into his hand, stroked it – but it was the first time he’d done it without a woman in the room with them.
Itwasthe first time that, after a moment, he leaned down and put his mouth on Reese.
It was hard, during sex, to keep his breathing regulated, but Reese didn’t make noise. He didn’t talk, didn’t express the way he felt, not like Stephanie did, didn’t curse the way Tenny sometimes did, when pleasure left him looking almost angry.
But he gasped, now, because there was a warm, wet, expert mouth drawing him in, inch by inch, and it wasTenny’smouth, and that knowledge coupled with the sensation had his eyes closing, and his head kicking back. He gripped the comforter in both fists because he had to touchsomething.
Tenny pulled off long enough to say, “You can pull my hair.” Then he swallowed him all the way down to the root.
Reese let out another sound, a half-choked moan over which he had no control. He opened his eyes, and lifted his head, because he wanted to see. Because Tenny was beautiful, and this was…he had no words for this. He did grip his hair, but he didn’t pull. He petted through it, felt its softness slide between his fingers, and watched the stretch of Tenny’s lips, and felt the movement of his throat as he swallowed.
It was overwhelming.
Tenny didn’t tease and alternate his technique like Stephanie sometimes did. He brought him off quickly, efficiently, and Reese had to let his head fall back after he came, stars bursting black and white across his field of vision. He was panting, sore all over from the strain of holding still when his hips had wanted to kick. He felt wrung-out like a dishrag, and just as limp.
Tenny sat up and wiped his mouth; licked the corners of it. His smirk was smug – but his gaze was guarded again, glittering and uncertain.
Reese was too spent to feel guarded. To move with any grace. He lifted an unsteady hand and beckoned.
“What?” Tenny asked, brows drawing together.
