Leveled (Saints of Denver #0.5)(16)
“I’m on board. I shouldn’t be, but I am.” I blinked at him for a second and then shook my head ruefully. “If I put my hands on your dick you’re going to have to work with a different PT, Dom.”
His eyebrows shot up and a wicked grin pulled at his mouth. I wanted to kiss it off him. “Then find me another PT to work with and put your hands on my dick and come closer so I can put my mouth on yours.” I wasn’t really sure if he meant put his mouth on my dick or my mouth, but really I was okay with it being on either so I took a step forward.
It was a monumental step. I went from falling to actively leaping into the unknown with someone that scared the hell out of me and the thrill of it popped and zinged up and down my spine in a rush.
I reached the edge of the table and put a hand on his shoulder. I figured I could lead up to getting to the good stuff, but I already knew Dom was the impatient type, so it didn’t shock me at all when he took that hand off his shoulder and put it directly on his very eager and very erect cock. It jumped as soon as my fingers curled around the thickness and I let out a little moan as his hand slipped around the back of my head and pulled me down until our open mouths lined up. It was his turn to kiss me.
It was less desperate and frantic than the kiss I had laid on him in the parking lot. He was more in control than I had been and I liked the push and pull of us against each other. I also liked the way his entire body tensed up and moved towards mine as I started to move my hand up and down the turgid shaft. It made my own arousal tighten and pulse in time to his rapid heartbeat.
Our tongues tangled. Our chests pressed together. Our hands got anxious and grabby and our breath rushed in and out as we pressed closer and closer into one another. Dom’s hips kicked up off the massage table as the flat of my palm rolled over the sensitive tip of his cock. He was already leaking and quivering like it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge and I liked the shot of satisfaction that gave me. I was all about making people feel good and when it was someone I wanted naked and all over me then I took extra pride in their pleasure. And god damn, did pleasure look good on Dom.
It made him a little more rugged, a shade rougher, a hint more jagged than he already was and f*ck if it wasn’t sexy as all hell. I tightened my grip even harder around him and started to pump my fist in earnest as he pulled back from the ravenous kiss and watched me with widened eyes. I normally had a pretty delicate touch, but something about him brought out the more daring side of my nature. It was an unbelievable turn-on to watch my much paler fist work his hardened and straining flesh. We both seemed mesmerized by the motion and he made a strangled sound low in his throat as he started to reach for the very tented front of my shorts.
I shook my head at him and lowered my head a little so I could kiss him again. This time there was a little bite behind it. “Not yet. Just watch.”
He was panting now in short and choppy breaths as we both zeroed in on my hand moving on him, up and down, as his hips occasionally bucked up to meet the downward slide of my fist. He was damp and shiny from both the oil that was already on my hands and his own excitement. I couldn’t recall ever seeing anything sexier. I wanted him in my mouth and inside my body. I wasn’t so sure about his welcome inside my heart yet, considering we didn’t know each other that well, but I could feel him knocking on the door.
He muttered a few dirty words and wrapped his hand around my wrist and squeezed as I buried my nose in the curve of his neck. I could feel his pulse jumping and skittering erratically against the tip of my tongue as I licked the long vein that throbbed just under his skin.
“If you don’t want this to be a solo show you better let up and let me get my hands on the goods, Mr. Fancy-Pants.”
The nickname was ridiculous considering the compromising situation we were currently in with one another so I sank my teeth into the side of his neck in a little nip and shook his hold off so I could finish the job I started. His already tight abs turned rock hard and those thick thigh muscles started to shake a little. I used the pad of my thumb to rub circles under the edge of the very sensitive head of his cock and we both gasped a little when his body bowed up and stream upon stream of hot pleasure rushed out and coated both of us. It was brilliant and bright and even without letting him lay a hand on me I was more turned on then I could ever remember being. Dom took me out of my comfort zone, and I knew all about the benefits of stretching before getting down to any actual work.
I lifted my head up from where I was still nuzzling his neck and let go of his now softening member. I wanted to touch the evidence of how well I had handled him where it was dotting his delineated abs but before I could get a word out or make another move towards him he was using the edge of the sheet to clean himself off as he swung his legs to the side and got to his feet.
He loomed in front of me like a darkly satisfied warrior and started to advance on me. He was naked and loose from the orgasm, but the look in his eyes was focused and determined as he prowled towards me as I involuntarily took a step back. I took another and another until my back hit the door and Dom was right in front of me and in my face. His breath was hot as he leaned up until he could growl directly into my ear, “You always seem to be handling me, Orlando. In one way or another, you are the one calling the shots. I’ve got some shots of my own I want to take.”
I wasn’t going to argue, but I wouldn’t have gotten the chance even if I was. His mouth was back on mine and he was pulling my T-shirt up and over my head within the span of a second. His lips were hard and left little doubt that he was serious about getting more than his hands all over me for a change of pace. I sighed lightly into his mouth as our tongues twisted together and his hands started to roam over my now bare chest. As big and as forceful as he often came across, his touch was surprisingly light and way more reverent and delicate than mine had been with him. It took me a second to realize he was taking the time to brush his fingers over each and every single freckle that dotted my skin. There were a lot of them so by the time he got to the ones below my bellybutton I was kiss drunk and sex stupid.