Page 3 of If I See You Again
When my belt was undone, my pants and underwear sliding to the floor, Malcolm paused the teasing of his cock. He stared at me with wide eyes as I leaned over him on the bed. Our lips met once more, and that fine wire of restraint snapped.
I needed this man like I needed water and air.
The only reason I had to stand back up was to fetch the lube and condoms from my bag. Malcolm didn’t fight me when I ripped the foil package open and rolled the latex cover over my length. He only scooted further back onto the bed, spreading his legs in invitation. He didn’t need to tell me twice.
The bottle of lube bounced on the bed as I hooked my fingers into his underwear and dragged them down his legs. I took my time enjoying the feel of him. The light and lean muscles of his body, and the way he trembled at the smallest of touches.
God, I loved someone who was responsive.
I crawled back onto the bed and over his quivering body. Malcolm’s eyes pinched closed as he took quick, shallow breaths.
He was so damn stunning, and I almost felt bad that this wouldn’t be more than what it was. That there wouldn’t be anything past this night, but I’d given up hope of commitments long ago.
The bottle of lube was heavy in my hand as I opened the cap and poured a generous amount over my fingers. Those brilliant green eyes opened again as I lowered my hand between his legs to find his tight, puckered hole.
Keeping up the pretense of no more words, I quirked an eyebrow at him in question. Malcolm nodded, pinching those stunning eyes closed again before dropping his head onto the mattress.
Warm. So freaking warm.
A shudder raced down my spine at how welcoming Malcolm’s body was, inviting me in to stretch and prepare him for me. My mouth dropped open on a low moan as he tossed his head back and forth against the sheets, pushing against me as if asking me to give him more.
It didn’t take long to work a second and third finger inside of that clenching hole, fucking him open. Malcolm whimpered as I pegged his prostate over and over again, loving the way his back bowed off the bed every single time.
Watching him wasn’t the only thing I wanted to do. My dick ached to be inside him. To bury myself so deep that I didn’t know where he began and I ended.
When my eyes snagged on that scar again, my mind wandered. Why wouldn’t he tell me about it? It was obviously important. Maybe if we ever saw each other again… I needed to stop that train of thought. There couldn’t be a next time. I was here to talk to these companies about campaigns for my company, which had been a bust. I wouldn’t be back. My evening with Malcolm was a fleeting, spontaneous moment, and I needed to enjoy it.
My fingers retreated from Malcolm’s body. He whined, hips flexing and searching for any sort of pressure or friction. The bottle of lube was back in my hand as I worked the slick liquid over my cock, watching as those emerald-green eyes popped open, watching me.
Malcolm’s thighs dropped open wider, but it didn’t stop me from grabbing his knees and pushing his legs closer to his chest. Once my cock lined up with his opening, I pushed inside, both of us letting out a hiss at the contact.
His body gripped me and sucked me in. He was so tight and hot. I wanted to live there, comforted by the walls surrounding me. The second I bottomed out, there was no hope of holdingback. I needed to move. Desperate to feel this man who was making me feel things without even speaking.
What the hell was this?
The room grew humid as it filled with the sounds of our grunts and moans as our skin slapped together. Sweat trailed down both of our bodies, and my tongue licked up a salty trail that had blazed its way down Malcolm’s temple.
Everything about this man was delicious.
Malcolm cried out as his hand slid between our bodies, wrapping around his weeping length as he pumped in time with my thrusts.
Neither of us lasted long. He fell over the edge first, coating his hand and my stomach in his thick, sticky cum before he clamped down around me, dragging me into bliss with him.
It turned out there was no need to discuss with him about the expectation of what this was. When I awoke the next morning, it didn’t stop the weird feeling in my chest to find the other side of the bed empty.
This wasn’t more than a one-night stand, but a part of me suddenly wished it had been.
Chapter 3
Malcolm
“I’m sorry I’m late.” I held up a to-go cup of coffee in each hand, holding one out for my boss in hopes it would appease him, and he wouldn’t be too mad about me being twenty minutes late. Being late wasn’t my thing. I was always punctual. This was a rarity.
When I woke up sore and in a bed that wasn’t mine, I knew I needed to get home. It was too close for comfort to when I needed to be at work.
What had possessed me to do that? It shouldn’t have mattered how good-looking or how charming David had been. Okay, so the sex had been pretty fucking phenomenal as well. But that wasn’t the point. I had no clue who that man was. Climbing into bed with someone on the first date? That wasn’t like me at all.
If I’d learned anything over the last few years, it was that life was too short, and I needed to not overthink every single thing.
