Page 24 of Tastes of Him

“Say it again,” he said, leaning his head back and giving me more skin to taste. “I love it when you call me pet names.”

I huffed a laugh against him before giving in to my need to brand myself on his skin. Hands gripped the back of my head, pressing me harder against him. I went easily, capturing his lips again at the same time that I pulled us away from the wall and back toward the bed. It was only a matter of time before my knees went fucking weak, and I was too old to be dropping to anyone’s floor.

Sean pulled his lips away and instead brushed them against my cheek as he spoke again. “So, how do you want to play this, doctor?”

I shivered, less about the word and more at the sensual tenor of his voice. “I want what you want. We can switch things up if that works?”

“That wasn’t what I asked,” he admonished.

“Me in you, you in me. I don’t fucking care how we do it as long as I have your skin against mine.”

I swallowed hard against the lump of emotion in my throat and instead pushed Sean down on the bed. He bounced slightly, making it creak, and I couldn’t help but smirk. I planned on making the bed do more than that.

“Such a fucking sap.” He smiled up at me as he pushed up on his elbows.

“You like it,” I replied confidently.

Sean snorted, but his eyes watched me as I pulled my shirt over my head. I never wanted those eyes to look anywhere else, especially not with the heat in them. I wanted that fire to only exist with me. The air in the room was chilly, and I shivered slightly, wanting nothing more than to sink back into Sean’s warmth.

“Don’t tell anyone. We don’t want to ruin my reputation,” he replied, reaching a hand toward me. It was a request I would never deny.

I walked slowly to the bed and slowly slid my pants off to hide the fact that my hands were trembling. This shouldn’t have felt so big, but even though we had spent the past few days getting to know one another carnally, this time felt different. The air was thicker, not with unresolved tension but with something almost waiting…hopeful.

Before I could second-guess things, I reached for his pants and slowly lowered myself to the floor. I knew my knees wouldn’t be happy with me later, but I needed to suck his dick, and I needed it now. I had been thinking about it since he decided fellating a banana was a good way to come onto me.

He wasn’t wrong. He rarely was about this, at least.

“Never thought I’d see you get on your knees for me,” he whispered soft enough that I could have ignored the words if I wanted, but something about them seemed off. I unzipped his pants and started pulling them down long legs that begged to be touched.

“Why not?”

Sean waved his hand. “Because.” He continued when I prompted him again. “You just never seemed the sort to want a dick in his mouth.”

I choked out a startled laugh as I pulled down his boxers. “I don’t even know what to do with that one.”

“Well, hopefully, you know what to do with this one,” he replied, lifting his hips and drawing attention to the prize I had been wanting. He was thick with a slight curve that I knew would feel so damn good.

His challenge had me forgetting his misconception of me altogether, and I leaned in to brush my lips over blood-hot skin. I pressed my tongue against him, enjoying the heat there before tracing along the vein up to the head of his dick. A pearl of slick was too enticing to resist, and I hummed at the flavor.

“Fuck, you really do like this.” Sean’s incredulous voice almost pulled my attention away, but when he lifted his hips again, I let it go in favor of getting as much of him in my mouth as I could. It had been a while since I sucked dick, so as much as I wanted to feel the patch of dark curls at the base of him tickle my nose, I covered what I couldn’t reach with my hands.

The wet sounds of my mouth and our groans were the sweetest fucking symphony, and even when my mouth grew tired, I didn’t want to stop. It wasn’t until hands reached down to pull me up that I relinquished him, letting Sean’s dick bounce back onto his stomach.

“God, get the fuck up here and fuck me,” he panted. “Jesus. I might’ve joked about your dick-sucking lips, but I didn’t think—” He cut himself off when he pressed a hard kiss against my mouth.

I pulled back with a grin and reached out to grab the lube and condoms I had left on the bedside table for easy access. I prepped him quickly, enjoying how easily two of my fingers sank into him. I would have stopped to make sure he wasn’t sore if not for the pleasurable sounds he was making and the fact that he kept trying to grab my dick.

“Hurry the fuck up,” Sean hissed, fixing me with a glare. I chuckled and shook my head.

“You want me to fuck you, we go at my pace.”

With a groan, he flopped back, never stopping the motions of his hips as he pushed himself onto my fingers. “I didn’t realize your pace was ‘slow and fucking slower.’ If I had known, I would have brought something to fuck myself with.”

I narrowed my eyes at him and curled my fingers up. Sean’s body jerked, and he glared at me again. When I repeated the motion, satisfaction spread through me at his groan and the fluttering of his eyelids.

“You shouldn’t sass the guy who’s about to dick you.”

“If I couldn’t sass you, then I wouldn’t let you dick me.” Sean’s grin was sharp, and I loved it. No one challenged me like he did, and I wouldn’t have it any other fucking way.

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