“Oh,fuck…” Dropping his head on my shoulder, he grabs ahold of my forearm pressed against his chest, his nails digging in as he whimpers.
“Is this what you were thinkin’ about earlier at the dinner table?” I ask, my voice throaty and dripping with lust. “Fantasizin’ about me filling this needy hole with my cock?” I hum as he nods feverishly. Heat spreads from the base of my spine all through my body, pressure building. “And ya just don’t know how to quit, do ya? Comin’ over here unannounced, beggin’ for me to fuck you. Is this what you needed, boy?”
“Yes… Oh fuck, yes!”
“You gonna come for me?”
“Yes,” he gasps. “I’m so fuckin’ close. Don’t stop!”
I moan at his desperation, fire swimming through my veins as I inch near the edge too. Hollis turns to me, his dark, heated gaze on mine. He looks as gone as I feel, and it steals the breath right out of my lungs. Brows drawn together and his jaw slack, his eyes flutter closed as his release hits him. His whole face twists up beautifully, raspy moans falling from his lips, and it’s impossible to hold back with the way he pulsates around my cock. Balls drawn up tight, I throw my head back and groan gutturally as I spill into the condom, wishing it was his tight ass I was making a mess of instead.
After I pull out, Hollis rolls onto his back, catching his breath while I pad into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and find a towel to clean up with. It takes no time at all for the haze from my orgasm to fade and reality to crash back into me.Holy shit, that really just happened.Stopping in the kitchen, I grab two bottles of water before heading back to the room. Handing him one, I sit on the edge of the bed, knowing I probably should get dressed, but not wanting to yet.
I crack open the bottle and guzzle some down before glancing over my shoulder at Hollis doing the same. “Ground rules,” I mutter, knowing there needs to be, at least, a few in place to keep this from getting out of control, since clearlycontrolis something I lack around Hollis.
Shaking his head, Hollis chuckles. “Wow, you really don’t waste any time, do ya?”
Ignoring him, I say, “I was serious before… Nobody can know about this.”
“Yeah, I was too, Cap. Don’t worry.” Grabbing me by the shoulder, he spins me around. The sight of his flushed cheeks and disheveled hair sends heat down my spine all over again. “But you just fucked me so good, my legs are wobbly, so no…we are not discussing ‘ground rules’ right now. Nice try.”
In the far back of my mind, I know I should push the subject, insist we lay out some boundaries, but I…don’t. For whatever reason, I just don’t.
Letting it go, I grab a pair of shorts from the closet, pulling them on as Hollis walks out of the room, ass naked. Assuming he’s going to find his discarded clothes in my living room so he can leave, I’m surprised to find him standing in front of the fridge when I follow him out a minute later—still naked.
“What’re ya doin’?” I ask, rubbing my hand over the back of my neck.
The freezer’s wide open, and he doesn’t reply right away. Finally, swiping a bag of pizza rolls out of the door, he glances at me and says, “Want some?”
“Sorry?”
What is going on here?
“I’m fuckin’ starvin’ after that,” he says plainly with a shrug. “Aren’t you?”
“Uh, yeah. But what happened to this just bein’ fun? You have your own house, with your own food. Go eat there.”
Hollis throws his head back and laughs as he tosses the bag on the counter. “Don’t be fuckin’ weird, Cap. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with eating a midnight snack together after the dickin’ ya just gave me.”
Standing in the entrance of the kitchen, I watch, beside myself, as Hollis makes himself at home, sifting through the cabinets in search of a cookie sheet. Once he’s got them in the oven and the timer set, he hoists himself onto the counter by the sink.
“Turn on some music,” he says.
“Your asshole is on my counter…” I can only blink at the sight before me. My mind can’t seem to comprehend what’s going on.
“And? It was on your cock ten minutes ago. What’s your point?” Chuckling, he adds, “You gonna turn on some music or what, Cap?”
“I don’t recall signing up for this,” I grumble as I, in fact,doturn on some music, though I’m not sure why.
“Don’t be so clinical,” he drawls. “Havin’ fun doesn’t have to meanjustsex and run. I happen to be a very fun person to be around. Honestly, you should be thankin’ me for stayin’ and makin’ us food.”
“Oh, right.” I roll my eyes. “I’ll be sure to get right on that.”
Beaming at me, he says, “That’s more like it.”
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
And why couldn’t I just…stay away?
