The Spiral Down (The Fall Up #2)(37)

It didn’t take long before his hips were bucking into my mouth. His hand remained in my hair, pumping my head into a rhythm I could tell he both loved and hated.

Loved because it guided him to release.

Hated because it guided him toward the end.

“Wait, Henry. Stop. I’m gonna…” He trailed off, but when I didn’t let up, he finished the sentence in my mouth. His cock twitched violently as he painted my tongue white.

Squirming under me, he cussed as I milked him with my hand and my mouth, sucking and squeezing until I was positive he had nothing left to give.

And then I swallowed every last drop.

Usually, one of two things happened after a man came in another man’s mouth for the first time: His entire body would go limp as he basked in the glory of an in-f*cking-sane orgasm. Feeling as though his very life had been sucked out of him through his dick.

Or…

Without the sexual need calling the shots, he’d fly from the couch in absolute horror at the realization of what he’d done.

And, as I sat between Evan’s legs, his breathing still labored from the simple yet overwhelming exertion of coming, I’d never been more afraid of a reaction in my life.

“Henry,” he rasped, his voice thick.

I kept my eyes aimed at the floor as I rocked back onto my heels, allowing him space to make his getaway.

My heart thundered in my chest.

“Henry,” he repeated a little louder.

I couldn’t do it though. I couldn’t look up. I couldn’t handle the or. Not from him.

He pressed two of his fingers under my chin, stripping me of my choice while guiding my gaze to his.

Soft, blue eyes searched my face. They were pensive. Nervous, even. But they weren’t angry or filled with disgust. And, most importantly, they held not a single ounce of regret. My heart soared to altitudes that had never before been reached.

“We’re gonna need to take care of that,” he said.

The high was still so intoxicating that I barely understood him. My mind was spinning. I had no idea what “that” he was referring to, but I didn’t actually care either. Not when he was still staring at me from a cool cruising altitude—the spiral down nowhere in sight.

“Henry. ” He snapped his fingers.

“Huh?” I said, shaking my stupor off.

He chuckled then repeated, “We’re gonna to need to take care of that.”

This time, I followed the direction of his finger as he pointed down at my erection, which was still throbbing between my legs.

“Oh,” I breathed, but little homemade paper banners dropped in my mind. They all read: O-motherf*cking-h.

“No f*cking me,” he reminded.

The celebratory banners in my head rolled back up.

I nodded and waved him off. “No. I understand. Don’t worry about…that.”

He tilted his head and leveled me with a don’t-be-a-dumbass glare.

I quickly corrected. “I mean…uh… Worry about it, then.”

That.

Fucking.

Lip.

Twitch.

He bent down, removing his jeans and his boxer briefs from around his ankles, and then unfolded from the couch. “Shower,” he grunted as he strode past me.

I blatantly ogled his round ass as he padded away.

Shower? I’m sorry. Say what?

Was that an invitation or an informative statement of his activity?

I blinked at the bedroom door when I heard the faucet squeak and the water begin falling. Was I supposed to follow him? It was going to be awkward as hell if I strolled up on him, offering to wash his unreachables, only for him to kick me out.

On the other hand, I sure as shit didn’t want to miss the opportunity of a lifetime for him to take care of “that” in the shower if that was what he meant.

I was torn. Caught between an embarrassing rock and a soapy hand job.

“Hurry up and get your ass in here. I need to get to bed. I have a plane to fly tomorrow,” he shouted.

Oh.

My.

God.

I didn’t say that though.

What I did do was jump to my feet and sprint my ass to that shower.




The moment I rounded the corner and entered the bathroom, our bodies collided. Evan roughly took my mouth in a scorching kiss while dragging me into the shower. Water rained down on our faces, to the point that it was difficult to breathe, but I was willing to drown before I’d break that kiss.

His hands roamed freely over my chest and my shoulders, exploring every curve before drifting down to my ass. Fire shot down my back when he gripped both cheeks and pulled them slightly apart before massaging them back together. A deep rumble rolled from his throat.

In a flash, his hands were gone, and so was his mouth.

I reached for his hip, desperate to keep the momentum going, but he shook his head, which forced me to still.

Don’t stop now. Please not f*cking now.

“Evan,” I whispered, cautiously lifting a hand to the back of his neck. “Stop overthinking it.”

He stared blankly. But he didn’t move away, so I pressed my luck.

Dropping my other hand between us, I found his thickening cock. Breath hissed from between his teeth when I gently stroked down his length and back again.

His eyes fluttered closed and his head lolled on his shoulders. “Christ, that feels good, Henry.”