Page 29 of Too Hostile

He can’t wrap it all the way around, but there’s enough friction there to send my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Nothing has ever felt this damn good, and I tell him so as I grip his wet hair and we kiss. I want to keep him here in this moment. Never let him go.

The head of his cock grazes the sensitive ridge of mine, and we both gasp, our hips moving together in tandem as we race toward release because there’s no stopping it now. We’re both too close to slow it down.

It’s too damn much, and when I feel that familiar tingle start to race down my back, I shout out in surprise, ripping my mouth from his just as my cum spurts all over his cock and lower stomach. He cries out a moment later, still stroking us both, and his cum hits my nearly spent dick, causing more cum to dribble from my tip. He strokes us both gently, wringing us out until we both become too sensitive.

We stare at each other. Both of us breathless and sated before his mouth crashes against mine, and we get lost in another heated kiss. It’s like we can’t get enough. The water starts to cool, and our kisses start to slow, but I don’t want to let him go.

“How about we get some lunch?” he asks, and oh my God, he’s not kicking me out. I nod my head, but I kiss him some more, unable to keep my lips off him. I nip and lick at his lips and a slow smile moves over his mouth. “Fletcher?”

“Oh, right,” I say, realizing my fingers are tangled in his hair. “Lunch.”

“First, let’s clean off.” He kisses my lips, then moves away from me a little bit. I miss his body instantly, but then he grabs some body wash and lathers it in his hands before moving his hands to my chest and sliding them all over me.

I tip my head back on a soft moan as he cleans me. I can’t seem to do anything else. I never want him to stop touching me. He quickly cleans himself and then grabs the shampoo and shocks the hell out of me when he washes my hair, his fingers like heaven on my scalp.

My eyes fall closed as I just feel—his fingers in my hair, him directing me under the water to rinse off. His body guides mine out of the stream of the water, so he can clean himself, and then his mouth is back on mine in a sweet, devastating kiss because I’ve never been cared for like that in my life.

And I could easily become addicted to it.

But he turns off the water, and we dry off before he wraps the towel around his trim waist. Holy shit, the guy is gorgeous. I knew he would be. He’s lean, no fat on him like I suspected, but a little more muscle than I expected.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, and I nod dumbly as he leaves the bathroom. I watch the way the white towel clings to his absolutely delectable ass as he leaves.

He comes back with a t-shirt and a pair of sweats for me and a set for himself too. While I’d rather remain naked, I relent and get dressed before we go out into his living room.

“You okay with sandwiches?” he asks me, and again I nod my head dumbly. I can’t seem to speak—which, let me tell you, is kind of new for me.

But I’m suddenly afraid to say or do the wrong thing. That was... that was just wow, and I want to do it again.

“Are you okay?” he asks me, coming closer and grasping my jaw in one of his big hands. “Fletcher, talk to me.”

“That was amazing,” I blurt out, and a cautious smile forms on his face.

“It was, but if you’re having second thoughts?—”

“Never,” I say quickly. “Oh God, no. No second thoughts. I want to do it again. And again. I want to do more. So much more.”

I swear I see a quick flush on his cheeks, but I can’t be sure. “Are you sure? It’s...”

“Perfect. More than I could have ever imagined,” I say quickly because the last thing I want for him to think is that I didn’t absolutely love what we did. “I’m just afraid of fucking it up,” I say honestly.

His smile fades, replaced by something sadder. “It can’t last, Fletcher. If we do this, you have to know exactly where we stand. We have to be on the same page, and we need to communicate. I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t...” He swallows hard and stops speaking, but I already know. I let that process for a moment.

“I know, and I understand. Your job is important to you.” He nods his head slowly. “And that’s okay with me.” I force a smile. “Summer loophole, right?”

He studies me closely for a moment and then gives a curt nod. “Summer. Yes.”

Something twists deep inside me, telling me to run and not be an idiot, but I can’t say no to this.

Our time being limited or not, it doesn’t matter.

I’ll take this chance to have him. Even if it’s only for a little while.

RONAN

The summer loophole.

This is so not smart. But I couldn’t say no. My God, I did so much more than kiss him this time, and I can’t regret it. His body is ridiculous.

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