Page 18 of Up All Night
“Nah. Appreciated.” I opened the bag and spied two large cinnamon streusel muffins. Their sugary, spicy scent was almost enough to make me want to delay the sex. Almost. “And I don’t do beer. No alcohol these days.”
“Noted.” Thankfully, Sean didn’t make a big deal out of my non-drinking or ask for my whole story like some might. Instead, he kicked off his shoes, lining them up next to mine by the shoe tree before stalking toward the nook with my queen-size bed.
After setting the muffins on the counter, I followed him, shaking a playful finger at his eagerness. “You’re awfully cocky for a guy who likes following orders.”
“You said I needed to be in a bed to get my mouth on your dick again.” He stepped away from the bed to place both hands on my shoulders, smiling at me. “I’m just expediting the process.”
“Are you?” Spinning us, I pinned him against the nearby wall. I enjoyed how easily he let me move him because he undoubtedly had the training and skill to resist me despite our size difference. “And did I say that?”
“You did.” He tilted his head accommodatingly, clearly angling for a kiss. And I should have kept him waiting, but I wanted it too. Sean had far more power over me than he realized, and I used the kiss to reassert my dominance.
Or at least that was my aim, but our combustible connection mocked my attempts to keep control. Heat licked up my spine, more sparks than Wren’s ill-fated barbecue experiment, each meeting of our mouths a fresh explosion of pleasure. I’d started off wanting to show him who was in control, but I ended up merely hanging on, a happy prisoner to Sean. I might be the one leading, tongue delving deep, but he had all the power, a fact made clear as he pulled back to wink at me.
“Bed seems awfully far away.”
“It does.” I held his gaze, slightly gratified by how glassy and pleasure-drunk his blue eyes seemed. Other than his eyes and flushed skin, he was amazingly cocky for someone with so little experience. “You have a solution, Captain?”
“Eh. I’m not captain here. But I might have an idea.” He smiled wider as he reversed our position with the sort of skill I’d suspected he might have. Before I had a chance to make a wisecrack about it, he sank to his knees far smoother than any forty-something had a right to.
“You’re in a bold mood.”
“Complaining?”
“You get me off first, and I’m gonna make you wait for yours until I can go again.” I made my tone as stern as I could, given that Sean was busy pulling my dick out. “Prepare to beg. Fair warning: I’m not as young as I used to be.”
“Neither of us are.” He gave me a devilish wink. If anyone was going to be begging, chances were alarmingly high it might be me. “And that sounds more like a promise than a threat.”
“You’re asking for it.”
“Yep.” Sean didn’t waste any more time before sucking my cockhead into his waiting mouth. Whatever he lacked in experience, he more than made up for with enthusiasm and willingness to experiment. In fact, it was almost…fun. A word I didn’t generally associate with getting blown. Hot, erotic, pleasurable, sure, but fun was something new. But accurate as Sean tried out different tricks—licking the tip, teasing with different grips, and varying his rhythm and depth, all with undeniable glee. Fun.
And then he discovered how to go deep and milk the shaft with the flat of his tongue.
“Oh, hell yes.” My breath practically sizzled out of me, my entire body a fucking inferno. And the only firefighter in sight seemed determined to make it worse, not better. He upped the tempo but kept the tongue action going, and my vision fucking blurred. “Damn. Your mouth is something else.”
He paused, but his smile was surprisingly shy as he gazed at me. “Do it like last time?”
“Last time?”Fuck.The only thing better than Sean in playful mode was Sean wanting,craving,me in charge. Heady damn stuff. “You want me to own your mouth again?”
I dropped a hand to his jaw, and he hummed his agreement.
“Open wider,” I commanded, more to assert control than because Sean needed tips. Using my hand, I guided him into a deeper, faster fuck, but he stayed far tenser than last time. “Relax, baby. I’ve got you.”
“Not nervous,” he gritted out the words. “Trying not to come.”
I pursed my lips to avoid chuckling, instead going for a stern, “Try harder.”
That must have been the response he needed because he visibly relaxed, brow creasing with concentration as he gave himself over to following my lead, going pliant in my grip. Damn. Nothing better than a powerful man willingly turning himself to putty for our mutual pleasure. And devious, devious man, he quickly figured out how to let me fuck his face while doing more of that tongue action.
“Fuck.” I drew the word out, low and urgent. “More. More of that.”
I barely had the order out before he doubled down on the suction and friction, meeting my every thrust with the absolutely perfect marriage of submission and active effort to get me off. And said efforts were working even faster than I’d predicted, my balls lifting and hamstrings burning.
“Good. So good.” I pressed my shoulders hard against the wall. No use. My body kept climbing, every muscle tensing, and any attempt by my brain to slow this down was overridden by my cock.Faster. Faster.And the faster I went, the more Sean seemed to love it, need it, moaning his enjoyment, moving in concert with me until only one thing mattered. “Fuck. Fuck. Gonna.”
Inevitable infinity.Bad poetry spiraled through my head, snippets of lyrics from my years on rock tours. My ears rang from the roar of an invisible crowd, and my vision shorted like a strobe light. I felt like a fucking rock god for an instant that dragged on and on, a rush unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
“Mmm.” Sean moaned louder than me, drinking down my come with an eagerness that coaxed a few more spurts loose from my cock.