Page 29 of Blackmail
“Tell me to stop,” I remind him.
But he doesn’t tell me to stop. He just squirms and pants as I slide my thumb inside him, his hands pressed to the mattress, fingers flexing.
“No fucking way. Oh fuck,” he repeats.
My thumb is inside him now. “There we go.”
His hole is dilated, but he still squeezes his muscles. I could almost pass out from the pleasure. I’m fuzzy and euphoric the way I feel when I’ve had a couple of glasses of champagne. If I could stay inside him like this all the time, I’d never drink again.
“Holy shit. Is this what doubling feels like? I bet it’s close. Oh, Jesus. You’ve got to fuck me. Please, Sebastian. Please move. Please, please, please.”
“I do love hearing you beg.” I slide out of him, partway, and then push back in. “Stroke your cock, Simon.”
His hand flies over his angry, reddened erection, and I begin to fuck him again with every ounce of enthusiasm in me. Seeing him spread out before me is almost too much to take. Combined with his tight heat and my thumb rubbing against my cock, it isn’t long before I’m exploding inside him.
Also not long before, with a harsh shout, he’s painting his chest and stomach.
We kiss, messy and rough, before I pull myself out of him, and then we slowly roll apart. I realize I’m reluctant to let go. I don’t know when I last enjoyed kissing and touching someone like this.
“We should shower,” I say. The one we took together last night hasn’t left my mind.
“Give me a minute. I think you fucked my brains out.” His eyelids are drooping, and a yawn escapes his mouth.
“Tired?”
“I’m fine. I just… Twelve-hour shifts, you know? Plus, all of this. It’s a lot, sometimes.”
So I clean him off with the corner of a black satin sheet and pull him toward me. It’s been a while since I’ve held anyone. Long before I caught Tony cheating. Maybe that should’ve been a warning sign. Anyway, this feels nice right now.
It’s the middle of the day on a Saturday. Lehman’s been on me to take a break. I think I will.
“That was hot today.” He yawns again, and his eyes drift closed. “The way you fucked up Donny. It shouldn’t have been. But it was.”
I stroke a hand along his arm. “I would fuck up anyone who tried to hurt you,” I whisper.
I’m shocked by the words as they leave my mouth, but there’s no way to call them back. Shouldn’t I know better, after what just happened with Tony? There’s no room in my life for anything beyond this moment Simon and I have right now.
It doesn’t matter anyway. Simon’s eyelids flutter, and his breathing evens out.
He’s already asleep.
Chapter
Eleven
SEBASTIAN
I wake up alone. Simon isn’t the only one who’s been working too many hours.
A quick check of the clock tells me it’s around dinner time. The surrounding quiet tells me I’m alone. Fine. I guess Simon decided to save us the drama of an awkward exit.
Except he left his suit over the back of a chair next to the dresser. And there’s a set of keys I don’t recognize on the kitchen counter. Then there’s the front door, which is standing wide open.
“Motherfucker! I will kill you. I will take your fucking head off.”
That voice sounds like Simon’s, coming from down the hall. I find the neighbor’s front door open too, and inside on the sofa are Simon and the neighbor’s step kid, Jacob, with their backs to me. They’re playing some sort of video game that appears to involve sword fighting, which explains all the yelling.
Jacob cackles, shoving at Simon’s shoulder. “Haha, I got you! Did you see that? I got you good.”
