Page 40 of The Question of Us
A tiny notch formed between his brows, quickly replaced by the biggest smile I’d seen in a long while. He bit his lip and fisted my shirt, coyly drawing my lips to his as he whispered, “You’re wearing too many clothes, Mister Fisher. I think we should rectify that.”
He didn’t need to convince me except—“You first, Mister Church.” I started on his clothes before he could protest, making sure to take my time—jeans, briefs, shirt—every item carefully unwrapped from his body and dropped to the floor until he stood naked before me.
“You are so damn beautiful.” I lifted his hand into the air, gesturing for him to do a twirl.
His cheeks flushed red and he grinned. “You’re an idiot.” But he did the twirl anyway and I salivated at the sight of his hardcock bobbing free. When he was done, I gathered him into my arms and kissed him thoroughly, the sensual feel of his bare skin under my hands and against my still clothed body, ridiculously hot.
Way too soon, Mads pushed me away. “My turn, I believe.” His eyes blazed, all trace of self-consciousness gone. Just like that, he morphed into the confident bossy fucker with exhibitionist tendencies I’d met in the shower just days before. The one who was about to blow my mind.
When he’d pulled my shirt over my head, I leaned in and ran my tongue up the side of his face. He shot me an amused look.
“What?” I eyed him hungrily. “You taste too damn good to wait.”
“Just behave yourself.” He smacked my hand away from my jeans so he could finish depositing both them and my briefs onto the floor, which left us both naked. But when I leaned in to kiss him, he wagged a finger between us.
“Last warning.” He narrowed his eyes.
“Or what?” I grabbed his hand and brought those tempting fingers to my lips. “You gonna punish me, mister book conservator? You gonna bind me?” I started sucking on his fingers one at a time. “Maybe you’ll press me between those stiff boards you have?”
Mads snorted. “That’s not even remotely sexy.” But his widening pupils told another story.
I stepped closer and his breath quickened. “Maybe you’ll re-punch my hole. Make it ready for that fat cock of yours.” I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his dick, giving it a rough tug that elicited a rumbling growl from the depths of his throat. “I’ll need a bit of stretching after all this time.”
He shivered; his eyes locked on mine.
I slid my lips next to his ear. “Or maybe you’ll tie me in leather and tape while you vacuum my gutter and adjust my end notes.” I pulled back and looked him in the eye. “One can only hope.”
“Fuck me,” he breathed, the words shaky, like a prayer.
I smiled and shook my head. “No. Not tonight, baby.” I pushed him backwards onto the bed and crawled up his body until I covered him. “Tonight, you’re gonna fuck me.”
His legs fell apart and I slipped between them. He grinned up at me. “You’ve been Googling, haven’t you?”
“Maybe,” I admitted, popping a kiss on his lips before pulling up to hover just out of reach. “I like to know myquarry.” I let my weight fall through my hips onto his, squeezing our cocks between us.
“Oh, god.” His eyes rolled back in his head. “And still sounding like a bossy bottom.” His ankles crossed around my back, forcing me down, his thick cock pressing into my belly, demanding attention. “Or maybe you’ve changed your mind, cos it sure feels likeyou’reaiming to fuckme.” He pulled my head down and thrust his tongue into my ear. In and out. In and out.
“Fuuuck.” Heat rocketed through my balls, and I knew whatever we did, it wasn’t gonna last long. I was too far gone for this man.
Mads arched his back, increasing the friction to almost painful. In response, I slid a hand under his arse to lift his buttocks off the bed, sandwiching our cocks between us.
“Lube,” he gasped, fumbling for the tube and missing it by miles.
I shoved it in his hand, then got to my knees so he could slick us both up. When he was done, Mads dragged me down onto my side so that we were facing each other. He wrapped a hand around both our cocks, then hesitated, his gaze fixed on mine. “You’re sure about this? All of it?”
I nodded. “Absolutely fucking positive.”
He watched me a moment longer, then nodded. “We stop the second it becomes too much for you, or weird, or whatever. I’m trusting you to tell me. Nothing is more important than this going the way you want it to. The way webothwant it to. This isn’t a deal breaker, Nick. It’s just a stepping stone, and there are plenty of other stepping stones if we need to take another route, understood?”
My heart squeezed because what the fuck did you say to something like that? The man was gonna kill me. “Understood. Now, can we please get to the fun part?” I drew him close and kissed him with everything I had, hoping he’d feel all the gratitude for his understanding that I couldn’t put into words.
Before we’d even finished the kiss, Mads began to stroke us off and I came so embarrassingly close to emptying my load in the first minute that I had to pull off and bury my face in his shoulder, biting my cheek to keep the pleasure at bay. The man had skills, practised and perfected over his fifty-five years. He was good. Really good.
“Not your first rodeo, I see,” I ground out. It had been a long, long time since I’d been touched like he was doing. A husband and what felt like a whole lifetime ago.
I managed to somehow stave the orgasm off and get back on an even keel, determined to enjoy Mads’ ministrations for as long as I could.
“You okay there?” he whispered against my hair.
