Page 40 of Up In Flames
He met my stare, and I could swear that I saw the smile in his eyes when he stroked his finger over my fucking prostate. His other hand slid up my thigh and was now making its way up my shirt. Nimble fingers brushed against my nipple. There was noway I wasn’t going to come in the next three seconds if he didn’t stop.
“Oren—shit. Fuck. I’m so close.”
He didn’t stop. His eyes fluttered closed, dark lashes fanning against his cheeks. His finger continued to nail my prostate, gently stroking it in tandem with the motion of his mouth, the movements of his tongue.
Coming was inevitable. I’d warned him, but he hadn’t pulled away like I’d expected him to. Instead, he gave himself over to me, which felt like a stupid thought when my dick was in his mouth, but he was on his knees for me like he belonged there. Like he’d thought about all the places in the world that he could be and had chosen the space at my feet.
Maybe he was sucking my brains out of my cock because I was sure it wasn’t that profound. It was sex. But it was so much more. I’d ignored him and he’d chased me down, and I knew, deep in my bones, that if I did something stupid like that again that I’d lose him.
Oren moaned again, and my universe imploded. Every muscle in my body clenched tight, and I unloaded down Oren’s throat. I did my best not to choke him with my cock, but my body had a mind of its own. My hips thrust and jerked as I spilled into his mouth. He looked up at me, his gaze more intense than I’d ever seen it. Intense, but unreadable. Had he hated it? Had he loved it? Would he walk out of here and never look back?
The minute his finger slid free from my ass it was like the strength went out of my legs. My knees wobbled. My cock slid from Oren’s mouth, and I dropped to my knees in front of him, my hands still clinging to him with renewed desperation as I crashed my mouth into his and licked the residual cum off his tongue.
I wasn’t a stranger to tasting myself on other people, but knowing it was Oren made my insides shiver and my cock twitchwith renewed interest. I fumbled with his fly, my shaking hands bumping into his cock, straining against his pants. He laughed into my mouth, finding my lack of coordination funny enough to break the kiss.
“Need help?” He batted my hands away and popped the button of his pants. “See, easy enough.”
“Asshole,” I said without malice. My gaze fell to Oren’s long, slender fingers as he freed his erection then shoved his pants out of the way. His left hand reached for me, sinking into my hair as he pulled me into a ferocious kiss. Teeth scraped against my lip, and he consumed me again.
Then as abruptly as it started, he ended it, pulling away panting, his face flushed with lust. My own cock stirred when he looked at me like that. Like he wanted to ruin me for anyone else. As if he hadn’t done that already.
Pressure had me leaning forward and Oren guided me down to his cock. His other hand was wrapped around the base, but he moved it when I reached for him.
Whereas I had simply held him while he sucked me, content to let him lead, he pushed me down onto his waiting cock. It wasn’t forceful or harsh, but he did it like he’d somehow learned all the ways I wanted him like this.
Men had a habit of clocking me as a top. They saw the fit firefighter and slotted me firmly into a role that suited them best. For the most part, I was happy to let them have their way. Before now, hookups had been transactional. A means to an end.
Oren took what he wanted from me, but in return he gave me so much more than I’d thought to ask for. He looked down at me, and in that moment he was god-like. All powerful, benevolently letting me suck his cock. His gaze was as soft as his grip was rough. I melted like butter under his touch.
Every thought that had swirled around in my tornado of a brain vanished. There was nothing but him. The sting of myscalp where he tugged at my hair. The scent of him, sex and soap. The sound of his breathing as it sped up and the sudden jerking motion of his hips as he fucked my face. I could’ve cried from the relief of it all, but crying during sex might put a damper on things so I let that urge fall away too.
Oren warned me that he was close, but I made no move to escape. My cock was hard again, swinging heavy and eager underneath me, but I ignored that and let him take his pleasure from me. He came and an abundance of tangy cum flooded my mouth. I did my best to swallow it all, but some dribbled out, running down his cock. He pulled me off him—I’d have been content to stay there longer—and I used my tongue to clean the cum from his cock.
His fingers carded through my hair, and he flopped down onto his ass. I used his lap for a pillow, closing my eyes, not caring that my dick was out, and hard, or that my knees were going to kill me when I finally got up off the floor. Nothing mattered other than the steady, but too fast, pounding of my heart and the gentle touch, ruffling through my hair. A fingertip traced the shell of my ear.
“I thought you were straight?” I asked. I wouldn’t have, but my brain hadn’t fully come back online yet. My ass, though not sore by any stretch, could still feel the phantom touch of his finger. My scalp tingled from where he’d pulled my hair.
Oren smoothed his fingers down my cheeks. “I’m a lawyer, Will. Research is my thing.”
I opened an eye to look up at him. “Research? What kind of research?”
“Porn. Lots and lots of porn. And some short stories. The internet is a wealth of information.”
“You did research? For sex? With me?”
Something uncomfortable skittered through his gaze. “I had two days to dedicate to it, after all. Which we need to talk about.”
I closed my eyes and barely prevented a sigh from erupting out of me. “I know.”
That’s what I was afraid of.
CHAPTER 19
Oren
Will lay in a spent and crumpled heap, half in my lap. I needed to move and right my clothing, put my cock away, and have a proper adult conversation. The problem was that Will looked so serene that I was loath to disturb him.
With a sigh, I poked him in the arm. “Up you get.”
