Page 36 of Lustful Nights

Since I don’t know his thoughts on PDA, I do the next best thing. I stride up next to him, sliding my hand in his. His gaze drops to our intertwined hands, and then he squeezes them, smiling at me. The hostess sits us at a booth where we sit across from one another. The server comes over, taking our order and leaves us with some chips and salsa.

“I think out of all the food I’ve ever tried. Mexican is my favorite. Italian is a close second. Okay. Question 15. What’s your favorite go to dish?” Lennox asks, taking a chip and dipping it into the salsa. There’s a hint of some left on the side and I want to lean across and lick it off. I’m still so damn horny, wanting to get my hands all over his body.

“I like all kinds of food. But if I had to pick something, I’d probably pick chicken. There’s so much you can do with it. Fried, grilled, baked. All the different spices and sauces. Yeah, I’d definitely pick chicken.”

Lennox laughs, looking at me with bright eyes. “Are you turned on right now, Jensen? ’Cause you’re speaking normal words, but they’re tinted with a hint of hunger. And not hunger for the food.”

“Of course I’m turned on Lennox. You teased me about bringing over that sexy plaid skirt and now all I can do is imagine you in it. The picture this morning wasn’t enough,” I growl, locking my eyes on him.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get to see me all up close and personal later. I promise,” he purrs, giggling when he sees me squirming in my seat. “You’re so easy to rile up. I love it. The way your eyes always smolder with heat for me, or how jealous you are. I saw the way you looked at the hostess when she touched my arm. It’s okay, I’m the same way. No one will be allowed to touch you. Ever. You’re mine now.”

“Aren’t those supposed to be my words?” I ask gruffly, leaning over the table.

“What words?” Lennox breathes, his chest rising rapidly.

“You’re mine Lennox. No one else gets to touch you. Ever.”

“Say it again,” he murmurs, closing his eyes.

“You’re mine, Lennox.Mine.”

15

LENNOX

We crash through the doorway,a mess of limbs and teeth, grunts and groans. It’s been so damn hard to keep my hands to myself the entire way home. While attempting to tease Jensen at the restaurant, I only ended up tormenting myself even more. Plus, it didn’t help that for the whole ride home, my dick was rubbing against Jensen’s back with every movement the bike made. I’m honestly surprised we made it into the house before he attacked me. He could have easily stripped me down as soon as we pulled into the driveway, but luckily, he was thinking of his neighbors and how they probably wouldn’t want to see that.

I turn my head, giving Jensen more access to my neck. He sucks on my pulse point, a shiver working its way through my body.Ecstasy. That’s what it feels like to have his mouth on mine. A firm set of lips that were made to mix with mine. One of his hands flicks open the button on my jeans, and I gasp, looking down at him.

“Why the hell was that so sexy? And where did you learn that? Did you do that with bras? Oh yuck, no. Forget I said that. Kiss me again.”

Jensen laughs loudly, pulling his head away from the crook of my neck to look at me. “God, you’re so damn adorable.”

He continues kissing up my throat, and my eyes close at the sensation. “Question number 16?” I moan, arching my back into his body. Fuck, I don’t know how I’m supposed to think about anything when he keeps caressing me. “J-Jensen,” I stutter, pushing at his chest to get his attention.

“Hmm?” he rumbles, not releasing his hold on me. He seizes my jaw, turning my face to him. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, kissing me roughly at the same time his fingers pull down my zipper. His hand rubs the outside of my jeans, caressing my hard cock. “Were you saying something?” he asks, dipping his hand into my panties and rubbing at the sensitive skin. Not able to take anymore, I drop my hands to my pants, shoving them further down my legs and letting my shaft spring free. “So needy,” he murmurs, his lips finding my neck again.

I close my eyes, allowing my head to fall back against the wall. God, I could live the rest of my life like this. With Jensen’s tough hands all over me, caressing me, making me experience things no other man has ever made me feel. I’m falling in love with him. It was inevitable the moment his lips touched mine. I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried. Which, hell no, I wouldn’t want to stop this. Being with Jensen allows me to be free, to be myself. He doesn’t question my every decision or make me feel insignificant, as though I’m nothing. He builds me up and lets me be who I’m meant to be. Myself.

“Jensen, question number 16?”

“Ask away, sweetheart.” He drops to his knees, coming face to face with my dick. How the hell does he expect me to have a conversation with him when his mouth is so close to my shaft? My eyes widen when Jensen licks his lips and then sucks on the head of my dick.

“Jesus. For someone who didn’t realize he was attracted to guys until a few weeks ago, you sure are hungry for my cock.” My chuckle turns into a long groan when he licks a strip from base to tip. “How the hell are you so good as this? I’m jealous…well, no, I’m fucking ecstatic that I’m on the other end of this, but jealous that you won’t get to experience it yourself…because oh my god, Jensen, your mouth is fucking amazing. The way you—” I moan loudly, cutting off my rambling, when he sucks me into the back of his throat. “Yes, that. I love when you do that. No damn gag reflex. I love it.”

Jensen snickers, pulling off my dick, the motion vibrating against my shaft. “I thought you had a question to ask,” he taunts, his fingers running up and down the length of my dick.

“Did I? What was I about to ask? Hmm, can you imagine what it’ll be like once we have penetrative sex? You make me so damn speechless with just your tongue. I can only picture what it’ll be like once you’re inside me. I’ve thought about it a lot. Like every day, if I’m being honest.”

Jensen stops his touching to stare at me. “Do you think about it? Us having anal sex? ’Cause you know I’d be okay without that, right? What we’ve done so far is more than enough.”

I offer him a soft smile, my heart fluttering at how amazing this man is. Not once has he complained about the lack of sex we have. Sure, we have other types of sex, but it wasn’t enough for other men. I should have known Jensen would be the opposite. From the start, he’s different from the guys I’m used to. The patience he’s given me, the care and love he’s shown me. I’m ready to give my body to him. But I want the moment to be right. Not something fast and quick, which is what would probably happen if I tried to do anything tonight. Two margaritas at dinner, and while I’m not drunk, Iambuzzed, and I know Jensen wouldn’t let things get that far since I had some alcohol.

“Thank you for that.” Jensen tilts his head, and I clarify. “For reassuring me you’re okay with what we’ve done. But since we’re on the subject of that. My question. Do you know what frotting is?”

“Frogging? Like something to do with frogs? I don’t know if I’m into something like that.”

I push at his shoulder, laughing loudly. “Oh my god. Frotting. T-T, not G-G. It’s us rubbing our dicks together,” I tell him, snickering again when his eyes widen comically.

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