Tonight, I’d be the jockey of all jockeys.
His grip on my hair tightens, and he shudders, and I brace myself.
“I’m going to come.” He moans, “Grumps.” He’s giving me an out if I don’t want to swallow.
To hell with the rules. I’m in bed with a sex god. Where the rules are, there are no rules.
“Do it,” I dare him.
Fire flares in his eyes, and he spreads his legs wider and holds himself deep. He comes in a rush down my throat.
Oh . . . god . . . I forgot this part . . . aah.
Ugh . . .
Stop it.
I let myself go and drink him down, taking my time. I lick him up. With my eyes locked on his, I lick my own fingers that still have him on them.
He stares at me. His brow is creased, and as his chest rises and falls as he struggles for air, I’m not sure if he’s impressed or horrified.
Maybe a little of both.
I kiss his dick and crawl up his body and snuggle up into his chest.
He lies still, so still that I look up at him. “What?”
He puffs air into his cheeks as if surprised. “That was . . . fucking good.”
I kiss his chest beneath me.
It was.
I smile sleepily in his arms, cradled in his warmth, and the key sounds in the door.
Oh crap, it’s Basil.
“Fuck,” Christopher whispers. “What’s he doing home so early?”
I sit up and grab both of our pajamas from the floor and get back under the covers just as the door opens.
“Hey,” Basil says casually as he walks in. He doesn’t even look down at us.
“Hi,” we both reply. My heart is still racing.
“You wouldn’t believe what happened today.” He begins to chat away, and we lie and listen, but with every word he says, I can feel Christopher pull away, although I’m not sure if it’s Basil or me that he’s trying to escape.
“I’m having a shower,” Basil eventually says.
The minute the door closes, Christopher dives out of bed and pulls his boxer shorts on. “Get dressed,” he whispers as he throws my pajamas at me. “Quick. He can’t know.”
I frown. Huh?
Why can’t he know?
“I’m going to take a quick shower.” He rushes out of the room, and I stare at the back of the door, dumbfounded.
We’ve been dancing around this for months. Why can’t Basil know? I would have thought that this was something worth screaming out to the world.
Maybe not.
I get dressed and go to the bathroom, and with every minute that passes, a sense of dread creeps in. Does he regret it? He’s not acting like I thought he would.
This could be one big disaster.
I come back to the room to find Christopher back in my bed. He gives me a soft smile and flicks back the covers.
Relief fills me.
Okay, everything is fine. I’m imagining things that aren’t there.
I crawl in, and he wraps his arm around me, and I put my head onto his chest. He kisses my temple as he holds me close. “Good night, my sexy Grumps.”
I trail my fingers through the scattering of his dark chest hair. It feels so good to finally be able to touch him like this. “Good night.”