Page 36 of Declan
As Declan grinned and worked his pants down, I had flashes of a sex scene from one of his movies.
In it, he’d been the playboy who fucked a different girl every night. It’d been rated R, almost NC-17, and hadn’t been a frilly little romantic comedy whatsoever. The movie had revolved around the playboy and his struggle through addiction and failed relationships. It’d been sexually graphic and had shown his bare ass as he pumped into a chick.
And ah fuck, the sounds he’d made as he fucked her were my go-to for when I jerked off.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, titling his head as he studied me.
“You’ll laugh at me.”
“Probably,” he agreed as he got onto the bed. “You should tell me anyway.”
I came alive even more with him on top of me. The heat of his body tickled my skin in a delightful way, like when I stood beside a fire. I could feel the heat, but not the pain from the flames.
No. I suspected that the pain would come later.
“Was just remembering one of your movies,” I responded, unable to look away from his sexy lips as they hovered inches from mine.
“Which one?”
I swallowed. “If I tell you, will you reenact it on me?”
A raspy chuckle left him and he hung his head on my collarbone. “Depends on the movie.”
So, I told him about the movie I’d remembered, hoping he wouldn’t think I was some stupid fanboy. I explained how he’d pounded into that girl as they stood against the wall, and how he’d then flipped her around, grabbed her hair, and continued fucking her roughly.
“Absolutely not,” Declan said with a shake of his head. “I’m not gonna fuck you like that. Now…” he caressed my cheek as he looked down at me with heavy-lidded green eyes “If you were to refer to my Spartan movie…nowthatI could do.”
Shit. How could I have forgotten about thatsex scene?
It’d been both roughandsensual. His character had been about to go off to war, and he’d had sex with his wife before he went. There’d been a lot of biting, kissing, and passionate ass grabs.
“That works, too,” I said.
I was rewarded with his laugh.
“No more talking,” he said before kissing down my neck.
Fine with me.
I watched as he kissed down my chest and stopped at my nipples. His green eyes flickered up to me as he ever so slowly licked the bud with his tongue.
“Fuck.” I clutched the blanket beneath me as pleasure shot from my nipple and down to my dick. A guy had never really done that before and I hadn’t realized how great it could feel.
Declan’s hand slipped under the waistband of my boxers and he lightly glided his fingers along the base of my dick. The damn tease. I grew harder against his hand, and he smiled. His wicked tongue flicked my nipple again as he gripped my shaft.
I nearly shot off the bed.
Whether Declan was straight but curious, bisexual, or deep in the closet, I didn’t care right then. I just didn’t want him to stop touching me.
He tugged off my boxers before settling between my legs. My lungs refused to cooperate as I looked at his perfect mouth only inches from my dick. He slid his hand up and down my length as he licked his lips, getting them nice and wet.
The guy certainly knew how to put on a good show.
“I have to admit,” he said before running his tongue on the underside of my aching erection. “As much as I want to take my time with you, I won’t be able to. Not this time.”
Not this time. Did that mean he planned to have more times with me?
God, I hoped so.
