Page 74 of A Reluctant Boy Toy
“Stone.”He breathed my name with awe.
I returned a hand to his dick while I pressed kisses into his nape, his hairline, the soft, protected skin behind his ear. When I breathed in, I smelled the essence of him—salt sweet sweat and almonds and the raw, man-scent of him. The pure erotic perfume that was Sebastian’s DNA.
I nipped his neck. He punched his cock up into my fist.
I let the fingers of my other hand play over the contours of his body and found him far too lean. Despite the muscles that were the obvious result of gym time—swimming or running and weightlifting—I could almost count his ribs.
There were deep hollows between his hipbones. I made a mental note to explore those further with my tongue if this wasn’t a one-off.
If he allowed me to do this again.
Ifhe wanted me when he was whole and came to his senses and was ready to surround himself with the beautiful people of the world again.
For now, he was all mine. Literally in my hands.
I stroked his balls with one hand while keeping my hot tight grip on his cock with the other. The combination was tried and true. He mewled and moaned and turned to find my mouth, just before his whole body jerked and orgasm tore through him.
We kissed while he came and came and came.
I don’t know why it surprised me, but I gasped at the first touch of his lips on mine and opened to his plundering tongue more out of shock than desire. It only took a moment for desire to conquer the situation, though, and the next thing I knew, the chair had been pushed aside, and I was sitting on the floor of the shower with Sebastian astride me, until I came to my senses and gently pushed him back.
“Your arms.” They were still thankfully covered by the plastic sleeves.
He laid his head on my shoulder. “They’re fine.”
I gave into a temptation I’d had for a while and traced his lips with my fingers. They were swollen from kissing. Slightly damp. Warm to the touch. In a word, beautiful, like Sebastian was beautiful.
His breaths still came in rapid, uneven pants.
I gulped a breath of steamy air or two myself. “We should probably—”
His kiss stopped my words and then he rose to his feet with a feline sort of grace and said, “I’d help you up, but…”
I stood.
He bit his lip.
It wasn’t enough to rinse him off and help him into clothes and let him walk away. Not after what I’d shared with him. Not with what Ifeltfor him.
I dried him every bit as carefully, as thoroughly, as I’d drawn him toward the orgasm that shattered him in my arms. I smoothed the soft fabric of his nightclothes over his body with the same reverence I had employed to explore it. And then I lifted him in my arms and placed him gently in his bed.
Did I want to mark him? Suck up a bruise right there in the hollow of his throat where everyone would see it?
Yes.
Instead, I kissed his brow. “Sweet dreams, Sebastian.”
He licked his lips and swallowed, probably to moisten his mouth enough to answer.
Cravenly, I quickly turned out the lights and left the room.
I had no words yet for what we’d done.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear him out, not yet.
All I knew was I wanted more of Sebastian Keye. More time, more sex, more of the unexpected friendship that we’d eked out of a bad situation.
The thought frightened and exhilarated me at the same time.
