Page 16 of Ignite: Tony's Story
“It’s fine,” I say, laughing. “I didn’t take offense. I don’t come off as the computer nerd type, but I’ve got a few skills that extend beyond documents. I know my way around programming. Nothing like you and Mara, of course, but enough to be helpful. I suspect Mouse wants me for my connections. And my body, of course.”
He chuckles at my joke, but takes the opportunity to change the subject. “Did Mara seem… okay with what happened last night?”
“You mean when you finger fucked her until she came and then I sucked you off with her mouth?”
“Jesus,” he says, clearing his throat. “Uh, yeah. That.”
“Relax, man. I just wanted to see if I could make your dick hard without her here.” I wink, my eyes flitting down when I notice movement beneath the towel, slung low over his hips and just a tug away from…
He swallows, hard. “I’m gonna go get dressed. Make yourself comfortable.”
My eyebrow lifts.Challenge accepted.
Casually, I pull my shirt over my head. His eyes trace my abs the way the water droplets have been tracing his since I got here.
Moving slowly, I take a few steps towards him. It takes a little longer than necessary for his eyes to make it up to my face. Not able to hide my smirk, I just wait. For a reaction, for him to say something. For anything.
He clears his throat again, meeting my gaze with something that looks like arousal mixed with frustration. Or maybe disappointment?
“We shouldn’t get distracted,” he mutters.
“Distracted by what?”
He shakes his head and then tries to change the subject.
“Why are you on this… team?”
“Because Mara asked me to help,” I answer simply.
“And that’s it. You’re just all in because she asked you to?”
My lips quirk up. “You’ve spent one full day with her. Tell me what you wouldn’t do if she asked you to…”
He nods, knowing I have a point. Hell, I’m pretty sure he was enamored with her before he knew who she was. The look on his face when he figured it out was priceless.
“I’ve known her for about two years, even if we haven’t spoken much in the last year or so.”
“What happened?”
“There was an obvious attraction, like there is now. I pushed, and she ran. But I told her earlier, when I went to get her stuff− I’m letting her make the moves. She’s in charge. I don’t want her to run again.” I raise my gaze to hold his. “And I let her know I’m all in− with her, at least. And I’m willing to explore the unexpected connection she dragged with her.”
His eyes widen, but he doesn’t look put off. I didn’t expect Tony to be into me the way I’m into him, but there’s an intoxicating silence between us. The room becomes warm, the air thick with tension.
He watches, wide eyed and wary, as I take the last few steps between us. I stand so close I can feel the heat of his skin against mine. He swallows, and I watch the movement of his Adam’s apple. His interest is obvious enough, but I want consent.
Hesitant, his head dips in the briefest of nods, surprising me. It was barely noticeable, and he won’t quite look me in the eye, but I make a move, gently placing a hand on his waist. He flinches slightly, but leans into my hand. Slowly, I lean forward and press my lips to his.
At first, he freezes. But then he allows me to pull us closer together, chest to chest, and move my lips against his. His kiss is tentative at first, but then he opens his mouth further to let me in, tongues and teeth clashing against each other as the kiss grows deeper and more passionate.
Before I know it, I have him pressed against the wall of the hallway, just outside the makeshift office. With one hand at his waist, pulling me against him, the other trails down his chest and across the defined muscles of his lower stomach.
There’s almost no point in the towel anymore. The remaining water on his body has evaporated, and his erection is pushing the towel open, no longer covering anything important.
I run one finger under the edge of the towel, loosening it enough that it falls to the ground, leaving Tony completely naked. Reaching between us, I grab his big, thick cock, fisting it and spreading the leaking pre-cum over the tip.
“So thick,” I say breathlessly.
Letting go of his cock, I hold my hand out. “Spit,” I order him. His eyes widen, but he does what I tell him.
