Page 29 of Drifting Hearts
I started to pull away, withholding the touch he wanted so desperately. “I think you can.”
Clay shook his head, but started talking a mile a minute. “It had been so long since I got hard that I thought it was broken, you know. Even before—” He cut himself off and started again. “When you enter a room that I’m in, it feels like my body wakes up from a fucking coma.” He moaned as I tightened my grip, rewarding his honesty.
“Tell me how you get off. Do you think about me?”
Clay nodded. “You’re—I lie on my bed, okay. And I think of you and how you could just pin me down under you and do anything you wanted to me, and how I’d let you.”
My dick twitched at the way his voice caught on his confession, like it took all his strength to speak the words, but he did it anyway.
“Is that what you want?” Changing my grip, I slid my palm down his cock and let my fingers brush over his balls. I liked that he left his body hair alone. It was easy to imagine me burying my face between his legs and eating him until he sobbed and came, and maybe came again.
Clay was beyond words now. Reduced to noises and heavy breaths, he writhed under my touch, chased the palm of my hand as it slid over his cock. Without lube it couldn’t have been the most comfortable hand job on the planet, but the way his chest heaved I was under the impression that he might kill me if I stopped.
Clay reached up with his left hand and dug his fingers into my arm. I slowed my pace again, purposely backing off so he wouldn’t come so fast. My own cock throbbed in sympathy and I had half a mind to flip him over and pin him down and rut against him until we both came with our limbs and tongues tangled together.
Turning his head, he looked up at me and I craned my head to meet him in an awkward kiss. Our tongues touched and Clay shivered. I tasted his relief when he came. If I thought he’d melted into me before, I was mistaken, because now he was practically liquid in my arms.
“Can I—what about you?” Clay asked, wriggling around somewhat clumsily as he tried to roll over to return the favor.
“You don’t have to.”
He scoffed at me. “I know that, but I really fucking want to.” Clay’s voice was husky and deep, the sharp edge of arousal now dulled into something calmer. He managed to turn enough to look me straight in the eyes. The fingers of his right hand plucked at the sleeve of my shirt. “Please.”
“Get on your back. Get comfortable.” I didn’t want him straining anything or hurting himself to pleasure me. I slid out of the way so he could lie down. His eyes widened when I took my shirt off over my head and cast it aside. Hunger flashed in his eyes, pleasing me down to my bones. He stretched his arms out like a starfish and I raked my gaze down his body.
I wanted to believe that everything that happened in this room was a bad idea. That it was a symptom of stress and two people blowing off steam, but I knew that wasn’t true. There was nothing bad about the way Clay made me feel when I touched him, or when he looked at me like that.
“Don’t keep me waiting, Kieran.” A smile tugged at his mouth and I crossed the room, compelled to close the distance and kiss it off his lips.
Chapter 15
Clayton
The room spun whenKieran bent to kiss me. How was this my life right now? I’d done nothing but fuck up and yet the universe saw fit to give me this glorious gift. Kieran straddled me, taking care to not jostle or bump my leg. He stopped kissing to unzip his pants and pull his cock out. His movements were slow and deliberate, like he was making a show of it for me.
It was insane to me that we still had any clothes on at all, but maybe it was for the best. It provided a barrier that prevented us from going too far, too fast. It wasn’t all bad, though. Kieran looming over me, fully dressed, with just his cock hanging out was absurdly hot. His dick was a thing of beauty too. I didn’t have to be an artist to see how pretty it was. Thick too, and long. Jesus, Kieran was packing.
He stroked his dick and I watched, unable to look away. My mouth watered and I flicked my gaze up to catch him looking at me. Something electric passed between us. It was undeniable now. I was absolutely fucked.
“Don’t make me beg.” My voice shook. It wasn’t likely that he’d reject me now, not when his dick was mere inches from my face, but the fear still uncurled in my stomach, becoming little ping pong balls of insecurity that knocked around inside me, making me shake.
Carefully, he inched forward. Maybe one day he wouldn’t have to be so cautious with me. The thought filled every crack in my broken body.
He shimmied close enough to guide the tip of his cock across my waiting lips. Salt, with a tinge of bitterness, lingered on my lips and I licked the taste of him off. Kieran did it again and rather than stare at his cock, though it was magnificent, I lifted my eyes to his face. I’d never seen someone look at me with so much want. The look of desire on Kieran’s face, his hooded eyes, his parted lips, the fire I saw in his gaze… I melted under the heat of it.
“Open for me,” Kieran said.
Of course I listened. He hadn’t finished saying the words and my mouth had opened wide, anticipating his cock.
Kieran didn’t make me wait. He dragged his cock across my protruding tongue, then slid his dick into my mouth. I held his gaze as I closed my lips around him. He reached for the headboard and gripped onto it to steady himself.
“Fucking look at you.” His already deep voice was thick and husky.
My already spent dick came to life again at the sound of it, rising to half-mast just at the sound of it.
My eyelids fluttered shut as Kieran rocked back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth at his own pace while I sucked and licked and caressed his cock with my tongue.
“Look at me, Clay.” Kieran sounded raw and ruined, and my eyes shot open.
