Page 40 of The Swap After Hours

Exhausted and sated, I’d barely been able to keep my eyes open. He’d dried me off with a warm, fluffy towel and helped me brush my teeth then led me to his bed and tucked me in. I’d fallen asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, but as I drifted off, I wondered if anyone else in the world knew what a sweet man Donovan was underneath those power suits and stern looks. I felt privileged to be able to see that side of him.

I rolled over, anxious to see him, but he was still fast asleep. My heart lurched when I saw him. He looked peaceful, his jaw relaxed and forehead smoothed out, and I wanted nothing more than to keep him that way—to ease his worries and help shoulder his burdens.

My eyes traveled over the rest of him. The sheets were bunched around his waist, leaving miles and miles of smooth skin on display. His body was a work of art, with a dark smattering of hair on his chest, a trim, flat waist, and firm abs that led to a perfect V. My cock, which had already been half-hard due to it being morning, began to harden to its full length.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we’ll never make it out of this bed.”

I startled at the sound of his deep voice, raspy from sleep. My eyes shot to his and I felt myself blush at having been caught. “Why would we want to?”

The eyebrow over his left eye arched high. “Our plane doesn’t leave for several more hours. Don’t you want to explore more of Paris?”

“I already saw everything I wanted and besides, I’d rather explore you. Especially, certain parts of you.” Feeling bold, I reached out a hand to cup the obvious erection he had going beneath the sheet.

He moved like lightning, his hand snaking out to grab onto my wrist before I could touch him. The next thing I knew, I was on my back with Donovan over the top me, both of my wrists locked firmly in his grasp.

He raised my arms so they were over my head. I attempted a weak struggle, testing him, but his long fingers only tightened around my wrists. My cock jerked against his belly, desire pulsing through me at the thought of being overpowered by him, of being totally at his mercy.

I swallowed hard as he stared down at me, eyes flashing with excitement and a devious grin on his face. I suddenly remembered I hadn’t brushed my teeth yet, but he didn’t seem to mind at all as he bent down and kissed me.

Goose bumps broke out across my skin as his tongue delved inside my mouth, warm and wet, and playfully teasing mine. We both were panting when we finally broke for air. “You want to explore me, huh?”

“Yes! You got to taste me last night. It’s only fair that I should get to taste you right now.”

The green of his eyes darkened with lust, his eyelids going to half-mast. Pride filled me at his reaction. I did that to him! Me!

With a low growl, he let go of my wrists and moved next to me on the bed. I started to argue until he said, “Taste whatever you want. I’m all yours.”

My heart kicked against my ribs at his words, wishing they were true even though I knew he hadn’t meant it that way. But I suppose he was, in a way. At least while we were in this bed, and I intended to make the most of it.

I quickly climbed over him, straddling his hips and gazing down at him. The muscles in his biceps rounded as he slipped his hands behind his head. We shared a smile. “Whatever will you do with me?” he teased.

My smile faltered as I was hit with a sudden wave of nerves. “I…I don’t know.”

“Do whatever you want, whatever feels good to you,” he offered gently.

I gnawed on the inside of my lip. “But what if I’m bad at it?”

Donovan sat up, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. He pressed several soft kisses along my collarbone then looked at me. “I have dreamed of having your hands and mouth on me. I promise, I will like anything you do, Trevor.”

His words bolstered my confidence, and I bent my head to kiss him. His lips were soft and warm against my own as I breathed him in. He smelled like spice and sleep-warmed skin, and just a hint of clean sweat.

I kissed a path across his jawline. “Mmm. I like this,” I whispered in his ear as I rubbed my cheek against his in a cat-like fashion, relishing the scratch of his morning stubble against my own. A contented sound rumbled in his chest, making me smile.

He shivered as I blew warm air in his ear then gently nibbled on the delicate lobe. He growled as I sat up and my brief-covered ass shifted against his groin. Through the thin layer of cotton, I could feel his erection, long, thick, and hard as steel. Curious, I rocked my hips, my breath stuttering as his cock rubbed along my crease, waking up nerves I never knew existed there.

Donovan’s eyes narrowed and his voice pitched lower than I’d ever heard. “Are you trying to test me?”

“No! I just, um…I had no idea.”

“No idea about what?”

“I didn’t know it could feel so good…down…there.”

His lips turned up in a wicked grin. “Baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

I shivered at the endearment and the promise in his words. “If it’s anything like this, I can’t wait.” I moaned as I rocked my hips again, waves of pleasure washing over me as the head of his cock brushed against my hole.

It wasn’t enough. I wanted him closer. I was suddenly desperate to feel his skin against mine with nothing in between us. I quickly lifted myself up, sliding my underwear down my legs and tossing them onto the floor. However, before I could settle back down on him, he stopped me.

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