WHEN I STEPOUT of the bathroom, Sean is sitting on the bed, a towel knotted at his waist, his hands resting back on the mattress, his arms tensed. I move over to the bed, wearing just a towel myself, and stop in front of him. Sean lets his gaze trail across my wet skin, setting it alight with words and sighs that I want to feel directly on me. He gets up then and moves on the bed, shifting to sit right at the edge. He unwraps my towel and lets it fall to the floor, his eyes on my erection, straining towards him. His hands are on my arse; the pressure in his fingertips, the heat of his breath.
“What… Er… What do you…?” He lifts his eyes to mine and pulls me to the bed, making me fall onto the mattress.
I lift onto my elbows to see what’s happening, and Sean drops to the floor, kneeling in front of me. His hand is on my erection, warm and inviting. His eyes are full of lust, watching his movements.
“Mr. Quinn.” My voice escapes me, begging.
He leans forward just enough to slide me into his mouth.
“Jesus!” I sit up, my fingers weaving into his hair. “God, Sean… God…” I pull at his hair instinctively as soon as I feel my dick in his throat. I watch him, kneeling in front of me, his head moving, my erection blanketed in his warmth. It’s a dangerous sight, as devastating as my memories from our shower. Slowly, these images push me to the edge of oblivion.
“God, you’re so…” He lifts up, his hand moving onto my erection as his thumb plays with the tip. “You’re so damn sexy, Mr. Quinn. So fucking sexy.”
Sean smiles slyly, then parts his lips around my dick, his tongue circling me slowly, exhausting. I feel as if I’m about to die at the hands – well, at the mouth – of my fake boyfriend.
“Mr. Quinn.” My voice is hungry, bouncing from the walls of the room. “Take me again. I want to see it in your mouth.”
Sean grabs hold of me, bringing me to his mouth and sliding in only halfway. He pulls me slowly back out, granting me another lustful gaze, and a choked groan escapes me. I feel as if tonight has knocked a few years off my life.
“God, Sean, you’re…” He looks at me, and I bring his face to mine and kiss him. “You’re sexy, exciting, and… You’re…”
Real. Fuck, you’re real.
None of this can be pretend.
The way I want you, the way you want me. Everything I feel… It’s so real that it’s terrifyingly electrifying.
And you, Mr. Quinn: you’re just one step away from really being mine.
36Sean
Islip on a T-shirt and head into the kitchen. I can hear noises, smell an inebriating scent.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
Eric glances at me from over his shoulder. “Making breakfast.”
He turns away again, pouring something into a pan on the hob.
“I snuck into Granny’s house for pancake ingredients.”
I look at the clock on the wall. “It’s not even sunrise.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
I walk slowly over and sit at the counter behind him. “You were up early.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Did you not… Er… Sleep well?” I ask cautiously, a little anxious.
Last night we… How do I put this? Took a brief break from pretending. And we got to know each other on a more personal level. After exchanging a few sexual favours, we fell asleep in the same bed. I offered to sleep on the sofa, in case he didn’t want anyone to share with him, but he said he didn’t see why I should. He just rolled onto his back, his arm behind his head, his gaze turned to the ceiling. I wanted to reach out and touch him, maybe wrap my arms around his waist, but it seemed too much. From his body language I realised that Eric’s not the type to cuddle in bed.
“What’s that smell?”
“Oh, right.” He pulls on an oven glove and bends down to open the door, grabbing a tray and bringing it over to me. He places it down on the counter and the smell from before floats straight up into my nostrils.
“What have you…? What’s…?”
