Mr. Beautiful (Up in the Air #4)(17)

"I'm not sure," I said, trying hard to take exception to the way he was staring at me.  He was just so brazen.

I should call him out on that, I thought, but I didn't.

I watched his hand move to my arm, gripping as though to test my muscle.  "What are you doing?" I asked him, my voice hard with tension.

"You don't get arms like this by skipping the gym.  I think you're going to go, but you just don't want to go with me.  What have you heard about me?"  As he spoke, his hand moved to my abs, skimming over the taut ridges under my shirt.

I didn't react right away, genuinely shocked at his nerve.

Finally, my free hand shot to his, gripping it hard enough to make his eyes water with pain.

"What have you heard about me that makes you think I want you touching me?"  Each word came through my clenched teeth.

"Nothing," he said, pulling on his hand.

I let it go, and he shook it, as though to shake away the pain.  "I've only heard how hot you are and that you're with that girl."

"Bianca."

"Yeah.  Her."

"Why did you touch my stomach?"

"I was just making conversation.  I . . . wanted to feel your six pack, since I could tell that you had one.  You can't tell me you aren't working out tomorrow.  I won't believe you.  I was just trying to prove my point."

"You shouldn't grab people like that without their permission.  What the hell is wrong with you?"

Javier didn't answer, his gaze arrested, pointed at my crotch.  I'd grown hard at his first touch, and I couldn't hide it, even in my work slacks.

He swallowed hard, staring.  And staring.

Great, I thought, this one is sure to tell the world my secret.  And on the tail of that thought:  Well, now that he knows, the harm is already done . . .

That was a dangerous line of thought.

As though he hadn't heard my last sentence, as though my anger scared him not at all, he reached for me, stroking me through my pants.

My free hand gripped the counter behind me for support.

"Stop that," I told him gruffly, but there was no heat in it.

All of my heat had pooled below my waist.

"Let me take care of this.  You don't have to do anything for me.  I just want to suck you off."  His lovely black eyes looked up at me so sweetly that I felt captured by them.

I shook my head, but could not find the will to make it convincing.

He moved until his chest touched mine, still working me with his hand.  I hadn't had anyone touch me like this in so long.  It was hard not to let it cloud my senses.

He kissed me, his mouth coaxing mine open.

I set my coffee down very carefully, before grabbing his hair, pulling his face away from mine.

"What are you doing?"

"Kissing you.  I've wanted to kiss you since the moment I laid eyes on you.  Please, let me kiss you."

"I don't do this.  I don't do this casual thing.  I'm not like you."

"What am I like?"

"Easy.  Promiscuous.  I don't do sex unless I have feelings for a person."

He smiled huge.  "You are a different one, aren't you?  So have feelings for me, and kiss me."

"Don't make fun of me.  I don't find this funny at all."

"I wasn't.  I meant it.  I'm putting myself out here for your enjoyment.  What do I need to do to be with you?  Because that's what I want."

I didn't believe him, but I kissed him for that, for the way his words made my heart race and my breath catch.  We didn't pull back for a very long time, and when we did, I felt out of control.

"Come to the bathroom with me.  Fuck my mouth, Stephan.  I want you to do whatever you want to me with this big c**k of yours.  Anything."

"You never get to f**k me, you understand?" I growled at him, gripping his hair to the point of pain.  "I don't do that.  Not ever.  I won't even consider it."

"That's fine.  That's fine."

He sounded like he meant it, and I let him tug me into the bathroom.

I had a brief moment of lucid thought, as he sat on the closed toilet in the tiny confined space, frantically undoing my pants, that in all my life I'd never done a thing so sordid, even when I'd traded my body for shelter.  But I quickly lost all lucidity as I sprang into his eager hands, and he went to work on me with his mouth.

I hadn't had a lot of partners, and I'd never had a b**w j*b like the one Javier performed on me.

He deep-throated me, sucking until my vision blurred.

I didn't last thirty seconds.

I bit my lip not to shout as I came, my tip deep in his throat.  I felt his muscles work as he swallowed every drop.

Perhaps there is some advantage to hooking up with a slut, I thought.

He was talented.

He stood up to kiss me when he'd sucked out every drop, still stroking me with his hand.

I flushed hotly when he pulled back.  "I usually last longer than that."

He just smiled, looking happy to the point of joyful.  "It was a BJ.  You aren't supposed to last long, if I'm doing it right."