Page 47 of Nightcrawler
“Okay, I wasn’t thinking about that, but it’s not why I asked. What happened with Ned? I thought he’d been with you a long time.”
“We’ve had other nurses from time to time, but he’s been the most consistent caregiver over the last two years.” I sighed. “As for the reason…well, I’ll just leave it at the fact that he’s gotten way too familiar with me and thought he had a right to take liberties.”
He lowered his wineglass, frowning deeply. “Liberties? What kinds of liberties?”
“He came on to me several times and after the scene he made this morning, it just got to me.”
He cleared his throat. “Did he…was there a reason he—”
“Oh, did I encourage the flirting?” I shook my head. “No.” The idea of it sounded distasteful even to myownears. “Trust me when I tell you, Ned is most definitely not my taste in men.”
He relaxed a little, then smiled before taking another sip of his wine. “Bitchy, little queens don’t do it for you?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Whiny, little twinks who are over the top and dress like whores do absolutely nothing at all for me.”
He laughed then sipped more wine, sliding his arm across the back of the couch. His smile was flirty as he caressed the fabric. “Oh, yeah, what kind of men do you like, Raven?”
“I suppose I have a thing for the big, beautiful, bodyguard type,” I said, moving my hand until mine was covering his.
“The bodyguard type,huh?” He drained his glass and then leaned forward, setting it on the coffee table before sitting back and moving in even closer. “Is that right?”
I set my own glass down, then leaned toward him. “Yes,” I whispered. There wasn’t much space between us now, but even that distance was too far. I lifted both arms and twined them around his neck, toying with the short hair at his nape, before looking at his mouth under my lashes. “I’m going to kiss you again. Would that be okay?”
He slid both arms around my midsection, making sure he kept away from my wounds, leaned in and whispered against my lips, “That would be perfect.”
This time, his kisses started out slow and languid, teasing my mouth open until I was sure he was tasting the wine on my tongue. I could certainly taste it on his. He didn’t rush the kiss, just let it build, like…a fine wine, if I had to be honest. When he made the tiniest of growly sounds at the back of his throat, I felt my dick growing hard. Miguel always seemed to have that effect on me. I deepened the kiss, returning the earnestness I felt in his. Soon, I was panting, feeling almost desperate.
Miguel moved slowly, pushing me back until I was lying on the couch. He rolled until he lay beside me on the wide cushions, always cognizant of keeping any weight off my midsection as he started kissing me again. This first date thing was doing it for me in only the best way. When he slid his knee over mine, I widenedmy legs, feeling the stony ridge of his cock against my thigh. I was equally as hard, excited, and practically breathless.
He released my lips and kissed across my jaw as I lifted my chin. My neck was an erogenous zone and when his lips trailed from my ear downward, I felt myself growing crazy with lust for him.
He was careful with me, cautious of my wounds to a fault as he slowly kissed lower, running a hand over my chest, tweaking my nipples through the fabric of my T-shirt. He leaned back for a moment, met my gaze with a smoldering one of his own, before smiling playfully. He pushed my T-shirt up and kissed down my chest, toying with each of my nipples with the tip of a pink tongue and for just a moment, I regretted removing the nipple bars which I normally kept there. He reached for the fastenings of my bulging slacks, slowly lowering the zipper. When he tugged a bit, I lifted my butt off the couch, and he pushed them down just enough to see him staring at my erection. It was already leaking through my boxer briefs. He glanced back up at me and gave me a wicked smile before lowering his mouth and kissing over a wet spot.
I groaned and slid my hands into his silky, brown hair as I looked up at the ceiling. When his hot mouth opened and sucked the tip of my cock right through my briefs, I almost went off. It had been a long time for me, months in fact, since picking up a man in a bar for a quickie in a nameless motel.
I hadn’t had a long-term relationship since college and that one had lasted less than a year, ending when I’d found out he’d cheated not once, but apparently had been the whole time we’d been together. It’s one of the reasons I stuck with meaningless hookups. Even those had begun to bore the hell out of me. When Miguel suddenly reached for the waistband of my briefs andpulled them down to let my cock pop out, I looked back down, tightening my fingers in his hair.
The moment he took me into his mouth, I was lost. The sensations of a hot mouth on me were far from novel but the feelings that had my emotions raw, were new to me. I’d never wanted a man as badly as this one, and the fact that Miguel was the guy with my cock in his mouth, made me crazy with lust.
He teased and licked and sucked the tip of my cock with his lips, teeth, and tongue. He tickled the sensitive frenulum on the underside of my cock, spending an inordinate amount of time on the tip and my slit, before sucking me halfway down. I must have wiggled because a moment later, he glanced up at me, his lips still wrapped around my dick. The very sight of my cock in his mouth, his lips stretched sweetly around it, had my balls pulling up tight. The last thing I wanted to do was to come in his mouth, finishing way too soon, but there wasn’t much else I could do with the fucking gunshot wounds.
He seemed to understand because he smiled around my dick as saliva slid out the sides of his mouth. He sucked harder, lifting a hand, and reaching for my sensitive balls. I was proud of my grooming, keeping myself trimmed super short down there, so when he found my sac and began rolling them in his hand, experimenting with pressure to see what I liked, and watching my face, I nodded. He was doing it just the way I wanted, and I let him know so. He rewarded me with another suck and I bucked off the couch, feeling the wounds tug, but so lost in what he was doing, the twinge was negligible. I was close…so close.
“Miguel!” I cried. “Can’t stop…gonna…gonna—” He sucked hard and that was it. With a cry, I was emptying my balls down the back of his throat. He sucked and swallowed around me as my body convulsed and gave up everything. It was a full minute later that he let my cock slide from his mouth. He looked up atme and smiled a wolf’s smile, completely and utterly proud of himself and what he’d done.
MIGUEL
Raven’s flushed cheeks were the sexiest things I’d ever seen. The way his chest heaved, sucking in breath after breath as he came down from his climax was sexy too, and I realized that he’d enjoyed every moment of what I’d done to him. His cock was special. I’d given my share of head to men I’d picked up over the years, but I’d never enjoyed anyone like this man. His prick was perfect, long and thick, with a fat head that blushed bright red when aroused. I’d enjoyed sucking him off, more than I could say for a lot of the guys I’d gone down on over the years.
There was something unique about this man who didn’t fit into the same category asthosenameless, faceless men because I was finding feelings I’d never had with them. I genuinely liked Raven Mathis who was one of the nicest people I’d ever met. If the sweat which still shone on his skin and the lazy smile he wore on his lips was anything to measure the others by, I would’ve laid odds he liked me too.
I hadn’t come here with this in mind but watching him smile that sweet half smile he’d worn when he’d sat on the couch flirting with me, had been too much of an invitation to ignore. I watched him come back into himself slowly, before he brushed long fingers through my hair. I leaned in and kissed him, ignoring my own need which was currently pounding against the zip of my jeans. And I tried my best to give him what he wanted, which at this moment, was to explore my mouth the way I’d explored his. When I finally broke the kiss, he was panting, and my heart was pounding.
He smiled almost shyly as he reached for the button on my waistband. I stopped his hands, shaking my head. “It’s not necessary, Raven, you’re hurt.” He smirked at me as he popped the button open and reached for my zipper.
“My mouth isn’t hurt.”
He sent me the sexiest leer which made me laugh. “Fine.”