Page 13 of Tempted to Touch

His voice is somehow even lower than usual, which I didn't know was possible. "And where would you like to go?"

"Fuck, I don't know. Your bed. Your couch. The kitchen floor. Take me right here if you want to." Yeah, I didn't plan on sayinganyof that out loud. Clearly I'm not in control anymore. Of anything.

The smirk he sends me is fucking devious. "I don't hate the sound of that." He slowly pushes off the door and strolls around me. As he passes me, he leans down to my ear and adds, "Eager little thing."

I all but stumble over, my hand flying to my right, hoping I can somehowgraba wall again.

What is even happening right now? All of this should feel...off. I'm a man. I'm usually the dominant one. I'm fucking two years older than he is, if his Grindr tag is honest. Yet hereI am, regaining my balance and followinga manlike I'm a dog and he's a bone, a treat and my master combined.

My peripheral vision catches spaces, but my gaze is fixed on his back. I just can't look away from the way his muscles move under his tight skin, muscles I didn't know belonged in humans.

We walk down a long hallway, then something that's probably a living room. Probably, because my eyes are currently glued to his ass. Curvy. Perky. Solid. Another living room, apparently. I wonder if his thighs are as muscular as the rest of him. They must be. A third living room because why the fuck not at this point, and just as I move to contemplate his calves, I slam face-first into something solid and it fucking hurts.

I gasp and back away from where I just collided with Hayden's back as he's stopped by the foot of the stairs.

He looks at me over his shoulder. "You really do fall for me, don't you?"

I don't answer. I don't trust what might come out of my mouth, and instead, go back to ogling his ass as he leads me up the stairs, then left and through a door.

As he closes it behind us, I close my eyes and spin on my heel to face him, sighing. "Okay. I can't be sure, but I think I just saw a bed and—"

"Mmhmm?" he interjects and my eyes open on their own accord.

"And honestly, I'm not sure what to do with that information." My voice comes out less steady now as Hayden steps closer.

"Mmhmm?"

God, why does he sound so good? Why does he look so good? "And I just..." As he steps even closer, his body now aninch away from mine, my knees bend slightly, my eyelids fall halfway and I forget what I was rambling on about. "You smell good," I whisper. "Different than before."

"Mmmm."

Speak caveman to me all night. I don't mind.

I close my eyes, tilt my head back, and wait. Enjoying, cherishing every hot breath that lands on my face, I wait for scruff against my cheek. I wait to lose my breath. I wait for a kiss.

Large palms take me by surprise as Hayden puts them on my hips and slides them up, under my tight shirt and pulls it up, exposing my skin, slowly and greedily at the same time.

I open my eyes and moan, straight up fucking moan the moment I see his face, more focused than I've ever seen it, his lower lip trapped between his teeth, brows furrowed, eyes following the hem of my shirt as it keeps moving up.

Lifting my arms, I let him peel it off me. Once he's done, he holds my shirt in one hand and brushes the pads of his fingers over my stomach.

"Mmm. I like these abs. I like them a lot." The way his eyes devour me lets me know he's telling the truth.

"T—Thanks. I've built them myself." I don't even care anymore how dumb I sound.

Apparently, I don't care what I'm doing either, because the next thing I know, my hands are on his ass—no preamble, no hesitation, because I'm subtle like that.

I squeeze. Exactly as solid as I thought. Maybe even more. Inhuman.

Hayden lets out a grunt that shoots straight to my balls, and even if I tried, I couldn't stop my hand from sliding aroundhis hip and then straight to his cock like it's as natural as a handshake. We both make a sound at the same time. Hayden because I'm touching his dick, probably. Me, because that fucking thing is filling most of my palm, girthier than I've ever thought a cock could be, putting mine to shame even though I've always considered myself big.

How will— Where— Oh fuck, I'm not even gonna think about that right now.

I hold my breath and grab it the best I can over the thick fabric.

None of this feels real. It's like I'm a guest star in someone else's movie, no longer the main character of my own. I've never held a dick before, other than mine. It was never in my script. And when Hayden flexes his, making it jump against my palm and lets out a low, whispery chuckle at the same time, one thing becomes clear—I fucking love this role.

I suck in my lips, because I don't trust the types of sounds that threaten to come out of me as I move my hand to his balls and blindly squeeze my other hand under his waistband. There's nothing else there—no boxers, no briefs, no unnecessary layers for me to get out of the way. Just his cock, massive and hard. Hardfor me.Because of me.

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