Page 54 of Rock Bottom

He shuddered. “I don’t…It’s not…on purpose.”

“Really? Because I think you want me to look at you.” I leaned down and whispered next to his ear. “And I like watching. It makes my dick so hard.”

He made a strangled sound.

“Arms up.” I pushed his arms above his head. “Hold on to the sofa for me, kitten.”

“What for?” he asked, frowning.

I grinned as Church did what he was told, even as he questioned it. “I want to see if I can make you come just by playing with your nipples.”

I closed my lips around his other nipple and circled it with my tongue. He let out a low whine and his muscles flexed as he struggled with himself not to pull his hands away from where he’d put them. I’d never seen a man so at war with himself over what to do, but it was hot as hell, especially knowing Church could break me in half if he wanted. Yet here he was, surrendering completely to me. I wanted to sear the image of that moment into my mind forever.

I licked and kissed and sucked his nipples, first one and then the other, for what felt like an hour. I could’ve done it for a day and it never would’ve gotten old. The small, whimpering sounds he made, the way his hips jerked up against mine, the way he turned his head and buried it against his biceps as if he could somehow hide how good it felt… Was there anything more perfect than that?

Sweat gathered on the back of my neck, so I paused to pull off my shirt. Church’s pretty blue eyes raked over my skin hungrily. I wasn’t built like him with stacks upon stacks of muscle. Hell, I didn’t even have abs. Not really. Too many months spent drinking my dinner instead of working out. But he looked at me like I did, like I was the sexiest thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

His throat worked, and he let out a shuddering breath. “Use your teeth.”

“You sure?”

He nodded. “Just…start gentle.”

I smiled and leaned forward to capture his lips again. “I’d never hurt you.”

Something in his eyes changed, the hard edges growing slightly softer. I wondered if I’d touched on a sensitive subject, but he didn’t say anything.

“You okay?” I asked, running my fingertips through the stubble on his chin.

“Yeah. Just really turned on right now.”

I smiled and kissed him again. “Well, let’s see what we can do about that.”

I started kissing my way down his chest again, pointedly ignoring his nipples at first. When I reached his ribs, I dragged my teeth over the skin there, testing the waters.

Church snorted. “I’ve survived torture. You can bite me harder than that.”

I moved up and repeated the same action, this time scraping my teeth over the sensitive skin of his nipple. He hissed and arched his back. I took that as a request for more and pinched the tender bud between my teeth until he was squirming and panting beneath me. Then I slid over to the other to repeat it.

“Dante! I can’t!” His eyes flared wide, and he finally lost the war against himself, letting his arms fall around me. One big hand closed around my right leg, which was dangling off the side of the sofa. “I can’t take it. I need more. Please.”

My mind immediately conjured an image of me being buried inside him while he was bent helplessly over the kitchen table, but I shook that away. He’d been apprehensive about penetrative sex, so suggesting it now might shut him down, and I didn’t want that. I wanted to make him feel comfortable, to enjoy this, which probably meant we weren’t going all the way there just yet. It was a little disappointing, but I had a feeling that the wait would be worth it.

I flicked my tongue over his nipple one more time. “You want to come?”

His fingers tightened around my leg. He nodded before adding quickly, “Yes,” and unbuckling his belt.

I helped him pull his jeans down, revealing a pair of gray boxers with a big, dark wet spot near where the head of his cock was pressed against them. All I wanted to do was bend down and taste him through the fabric, but I held off. He still hadn’t said what he wanted. I left the rest to him so I could pull down my pajama pants, thankful I’d decided to go commando earlier in the day.

Church hesitated halfway through pulling his boxers down. “Oh, uh…I…”

I frowned, having just dropped my pants on the floor. I was naked except for my socks. “What? What’s wrong? Did you not want me to take off my pants? I can put them back on.”

“No, no. It’s just…” His eyes fell to my cock jutting up between my legs and his face reddened. “I’m not…”

“Not what?” I tipped my head to the side, trying to figure out what he meant.

Church looked away, heaved a heavy sigh, and pulled his boxers down the rest of the way.

---