Page 6 of Hacker Beloved

"This feels different," CJ said.

"Maybe I just need a good night's sleep."

I gathered our dishes and placed them in the sink. “Let’s head to the bedroom and see if I can take your mind off things for a while.”

We grabbed our bags and took the primary bedroom close to where Zayla was sound asleep. The door had barely closed to the room, when CJ pulled his black t-shirt off over his head and let it fall to the floor. I looked at him, skin tingling at the sight of my boyfriend’s bare chest and the smattering of light freckles on the bridge of his nose like stars in a night sky. CJ's eyes met mine, and I knew my partner needed me as much as I needed him.

"Come here," I whispered, taking a step closer to CJ. He reached out and intertwined our fingers, our hands slowly coming together as I tugged him toward the bed. The leather straps connected to the headboard gave me an idea, but for now, I just needed to feel his touch.

CJ ran his hands along the bottom of my shirt and peeled it up my body. Every moment I spent with him, had me thinking back to the moment we’d met in my brother's office. It was the same day a friend I had lost years ago came back into my life. CJ's carefree attitude helped me through some dark times.

With our faces barely inches apart, I brought up a topic that had been on my mind since I laid eyes on Zayla. "I love you so much. Please don’t think the comments about Zayla mean I don’t care about you," I said, searching CJ's face for a hint of understanding.

CJ shifted slightly. "I know. Besides Tessa, it’s not like we haven’t added a woman into our play sessions at the club," he paused, his voice soft and guarded. “But I don’t know if I could open my heart to someone else permanently.”

I took a deep breath understanding his stance. "Then we don’t," I said. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t talk dirty about it during sex.”

He watched as CJ's expression changed, his eyebrows furrowing as if he was trying to figure out where I was going with this. “You play a dirty game, Master.”

My cock went instantly hard when he’d said the word, ‘Sir.’

"Unzip my pants," I instructed, the words coming out in a rush.

CJ’s lips parted, and his tongue darted out playfully. Immediately his fingers tugged at the zipper of my pants, and they fell down to the floor. My heartbeat was fast with desire. I wanted to reach out and wrap my fingers in his sandy blond hair. But I restrained myself, knowing that CJ needed something less rough tonight.

He leaned in, closing the distance between us. I felt his skin heat up as he brushed against my leg, and his scent filled my senses. I wanted to take him in my arms, but I knew I had to wait.

I watched as CJ's hands moved along my body, exploring and savoring every inch of me. His tongue darted out, teasing and tantalizing, and before I knew it, he’d taken me in his mouth completely. I felt his lips suckling me. His tongue lapped up every drop of pleasure. My body tensed as he increased the intensity of his movements, and I felt myself growing more and more aroused.

“Fuck,” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. With each moment that passed, I felt myself coming closer to the edge. But tonight, I wanted it to last. “Stop.”

Except CJ didn’t stop. A low hum vibrated from his throat as I ran my hands through his hair and tugged his head back.

CJ smiled at me. Then, his lips slowly turned up into a smile as he rose from the floor. My hands went to his belt. There were too many layers of clothes between us.

I leaned forward, capturing his soft lips. We explored each other's mouths as if we were lost in a dream. I felt a warmth spread within me, a feeling of contentment that I got each time we were together.

When we finally broke apart, CJ looked at me, his eyes soft and full of love. "I need you," he said, his voice low.

I nodded, not wanting to let go of the moment. But I knew that sleep would bring us both a fresh start, a chance to rebuild and re-establish our relationship.

We crawled into bed. His hands trailed down my stomach, and I groaned, knowing I had to go grab the lube. I placed a quick kiss on his lips before I rushed to my suitcase and got what I needed. “Roll over.”

CJ rolled onto his stomach. I placed soft kisses along his neck and continued down his spine. I felt myself becoming more and more aroused as I tasted the saltiness of his skin, the smell of his body and arousal making me even hungrier for him.

He trailed his hands down his stomach, feeling the muscles beneath his touch as they contracted and expanded with each movement. He continued his descent, his fingers dancing around the waistband of his trousers as he pulled them down. The breath hitched in my throat as his eyes feasted on his erection, hard and inviting.

CJ moaned as I dripped lube on his body. As I worked it in his rosebud, I reached around and stroked his hard cock. “Imagine if we had another person with us. While I’m deep inside of you, their lips could be wrapped around your hard cock.”

CJ pushed his ass back, taking more of my fingers. “I’m ready.”

I released his cock and brought my hand down hard on his ass, loving the way he tightened around my fingers. I needed him almost as much as my next breath. I kneeled behind him, and he pushed himself backward, taking me deep inside with one thrust. We both moaned with pleasure.

With the blow job, I was already on edge and wouldn’t last long. CJ’s moans got louder with each thrust. I reached around and grasped his cock in my hands. “Let go,” I whispered in his ear, and CJ moaned as he came, and I followed right behind him.

We stayed connected for a moment, both of us breathing heavily. I leaned backward, pulling away and went to the bathroom to clean up. CJ was still in the center of the bed when I came back with a washcloth. He sighed as I ran the warm cloth over his body and tossed it in the hamper.

CJ pulled me close, his heavy arm draped over my stomach and his head resting on my chest. I stared at the ceiling, my mind replaying the scene of Zayla tied to the medical table. From years of experience, I knew the killer would be pissed we had messed up his plan and could turn his sights on the people who’d helped Zayla, which put CJ in danger.

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