Page 69 of Close Quarters

There was another pause before he leaned closer, forcing me to look up at him. “So, you want to tell me what’s got you up?”

“Nothing much,” I lied.

“You know you’re bad at lying to me, right?”

“I don’t lie to you.”

“You just did.”

I took a deep breath, knowing full well what the truth was, but decided on a different type of truth instead. “I don’t want to go into it, okay?”

His eyes searched my face for a moment before giving a nod. “Alright, I won’t push you.”

I didn’t expect him to. He generally respected people’s privacy with the same determination that he protected his own. That didn’t prevent the low, sinking feeling in my chest that desperately wanted him to try to understand what was going on. To at least acknowledge that whatever was bothering me was important to him.

My thoughts stalled when he bent down, and I raised a brow. “What’re you doing?”

“Shut up,” he told me, his tone soft and without its typical roughness.

It was strange having him kiss me without any of our usual preamble or teasing that led to our moments of intense passion. Not that I was going to argue, it was nice to have the feel of his lips against mine, the press of his hand on the back of my head. It was comforting, in fact, not needing to have spent the day teasing him or to see the build-up of his arousal before he pounced.

Not that there wasn’t heat to the kiss, I could feel it in the way he slid himself closer, his fingers curling against the back of my head. Still, he remained patient and slow as he parted our lips, and I didn’t hesitate to allow the slide of his tongue past mine. In a rare moment, he gave a soft sigh. Whether it was of pleasure, relief, or simple comfort, I didn’t know, but I felt it deep in my core.

As he moved closer, I instinctively pushed against the floor, pushing my chair away from the desk to give him room. He slid off the desk, his legs straddling my lap as we continued to kiss. It had started slow and careful, but the heat was beginning to rise, not the inferno it usually was, but more than enough that I was steadily growing harder.

I didn’t need to pull away to know he was already primed and ready to go. I grabbed the band of his loose sleep pants and pulled them down. I felt his cock slap against my wrist when it bobbed free, and I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling his kiss grow a little firmer.

“Quit,” he told me, pulling my hand away.

“What?” I wondered, confused and a little stung by the denial. What was the point of this whole thing if he was just going to turn me down when I was getting a little bliss from my thoughts?

“Spread ‘em,” he grunted, pushing his knee between my legs.

Sheer habit made me open my legs as he stepped back, and I watched in surprise as he slid down, kneeling between my legs. It took only a moment, but he had me free from the confines of my pants, my dick sticking straight up between us. I couldn’t help but watch him intensely as he wrapped his hand around the base and leaned forward. It wasn’t like he hadn’t given me head before, but it was definitely the first time he’d put himself in such a blatantly ‘submissive’ position.

Any curiosity I had about the sudden change was wiped away as I watched the head of my cock disappear between his lips. Warm, wet heat surrounded me as he slowly slid down past the head and onto the shaft with a low, rumbling noise that could have been a growl or his version of a moan.

Once again, I was struck by how slow and careful he was taking things. Every other time he’d done this, it felt like he simply couldn’t go fast enough. Not because he wanted to get the whole thing over with, or at least that’s not how I’d taken it. No, I had always been struck by the idea that he needed to have me, take me in his mouth at that moment, to feel me writhe and squirm, to hear me moan as he sucked me greedily.

But this? This was something else entirely. He took his time, slurping me down and letting his muscles squeeze over my sensitive cock before easing back to nurse on the head. I was helpless, needing to watch him as he used his hand to jerk me off while bending down to suck on my balls gently. It wasn’t the overwhelming waves of crashing pleasure building up inside. It was the sensation of pleasure building up, carrying me gently but inevitably toward the end.

“Ohhhh,” I groaned as he took me into his throat again. I reached down to push my hands into his hair, loving the color of its fire in the moonlight. “Reno, holy shit. That feels?—”

Tender. Gentle. Almost soothing.

It was like the gentle kiss he’d given me, with a touch of earnest massage all thrown into one. I barely noticed the ache in my back from having been hunched over the desk or the slight numbness from sitting in the uncomfortable chair. My attention was locked on the feel of his mouth wrapping around me, his hands gripping my thighs, the softness of his hair from the shower he’d taken earlier.

It had been a few days since we’d touched one another, and I felt that absence. Usually, slow and easy had a way of backfiring on me whenever someone had tried it before. My attention could veer too often when someone wasn’t doing something impactful and intense to make the little gremlins in my brain focus.

I wasn’t having any trouble locking onto this, though. His sheer focus, his eyes flitting up to my face to watch me closely, and the way he took his time, not in a lazy way, but sensual, were holding my attention all too easily. I could practically feel every shift of his tongue when he took me deep and definitely when he was using it to swirl around and tease my head.

I didn’t need to ask. I knew it was the full extent of what he was aiming for. There was no need to warn him I was going to come. Plus, he’d made me get off enough times, I was sure he could read it happening as surely as I could. All I needed to do was sit there and let him have his way with me.

My body shuddered as I forced my hand into my mouth. The building waves of pleasure inside me crashed down, filling me as I finally came. His mouth never pulled from me, taking every last drop as he continued to suck until I squirmed from the intensity of my nerves. I was panting as I watched him slide his lips carefully off my cock, smirking when his tongue darted out to swipe over the sensitive head and make me groan in protest.

He barely had a chance to stand up before I pushed him against the desk. Reno grunted. “Elliot, you don’t have to?—”

“I know,” I told him. “I want to.”

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