Confetti Hearts (Confetti Hitched, #1)(7)

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you all night,” he says, finally pausing, his eyes blown dark.

“Try doing the same with your hands,” I demand.

He chuckles but obligingly cups my arse, pulling me closer. The pressure against my cock makes my eyes roll and my breath catch. My whole world is narrowed down to this intense feeling, and I groan when he moves away. “Where are you going?”

He chuckles. “Get your clothes off.”

I nod, tearing at my shirt, tie, and suit and throwing them cavalierly to the floor while watching him avidly. He’s a little less messy but just as focused as he kicks off his shoes and socks and then strips off his suit jacket and shirt, showing a tight muscular torso lightly dusted with black hair. Finally, he undoes his belt, nodding at my briefs that are doing a very poor job of keeping my cock contained.

“Get them off. I want to see what’s going in my mouth very soon.”

I swallow hard and mentally say a prayer. Please don’t let me come too soon. I’m pretty sure I was a good boy at some point in my life.

Lachlan unzips his trousers and pushes them down his long legs, rapidly followed by his boxer briefs, and I pause in the act of taking off my socks. “Jesus Christ,” I say.

His body is beautiful with taut muscles covered in olive skin, but it’s his cock that’s drawn my attention and made my mouth go dry.

“You’re bloody huge.”

I can’t stop gaping at the stiff appendage. It’s easily eight inches long with thick veins running down it. He’s circumcised, and the head is wet and juicy looking.

He fists it, and I wonder if I might come just from that image, but I manage to restrain myself.

“Do you mind?” His cheeks get ruddy.

“Why the hell would I?”

“We don’t have to fuck if you don’t fancy it. We can do other stuff,” he says quickly. “Some men find it uncomfortable.”

“I’m not most men. I’m ambitious and highly competitive, and that statement just pushed all my buttons.”

He narrows his eyes. “Somehow, I know you are neither of those things.”

I shrug. “I’m not, but I do love dick.”

“That’s such an appealing character trait.”

I strip off my briefs and chuck the red scrap of fabric at him. He catches it, and I watch, titillated, as he raises them to his nose and sniffs. “You smell amazing,” he growls. He comes towards me, and with us both naked, he seems much taller and bigger than me. I swallow hard as he pushes me gently.

“Lie on that,” he directs, pointing to a red velvet chaise lounge. It’s lit by the glow of a table lamp and looks like a stage setting. I obey, climbing on, feeling a little ridiculous as I arrange myself. “Are you going to paint me like one of your French ladies, Daddy?”

“No, I’m going to get my mouth on your body finally,” he growls. He grabs my hips and pulls me forward in one sharp jerk until my arse is on the lounge’s edge. Leaving me there, he pads over to his bedside table. Watching me, he opens the drawer and removes a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.

“Someone’s ambitious,” I say.

He gives me a wicked grin. “No, just very diligent and dedicated.”

“It’s good to be focused. Life holds fewer surprises that way.”

He looks me up and down, taking in my naked body sprawled on the chaise. “Oh, I don’t know about that.” He walks back to me, showing no embarrassment at being naked, but why would he? He’s gorgeous. His dick hasn’t flagged at all and my arse clenches involuntarily. Then I gulp as he lowers himself to his knees and spreads my legs. He takes my cock in his hand, holding it up in a firm grasp.

“Such a gorgeous sight,” he mutters, and I groan as he takes the head into his mouth. The heat is almost shocking as he suckles, getting the head wet before sliding his mouth down, deep throating me with ease.

“Oh god.” I instinctively thrust my hips at him, feeling the wet pressure against my entire length. He coughs, and I immediately pull back. “Sorry, sorry,” I babble.

He pulls off, his hand starting an almost idle twisting motion on my cock that makes it very difficult to pay attention, but I do my best. “Why?”

“Bad manners.”

He winks. “I like it. You can fuck my throat, Joe.” He bends back to what he was doing so well, and soon I’m lost. He’s a master at this, deep throating me for a few seconds and then pulling back and jacking me with the moisture from his mouth before licking up my length and then sucking hard on the head.

It’s a gigantic tease, and the sparkle in his eyes says he’s enjoying himself, and soon I’m moaning and holding his head in my hands, my fingers twisting in the thick strands. “Yes, take it,” I grunt, and he moans, sending vibrations down my cock and very nearly catapulting me into coming.

“Stop,” I gasp.

He pulls off with a pop. His mouth is swollen, and his lips are very red and wet. “What’s up?” he says, his voice low and wrecked.

Shivering, I fist my cock tight. “I’m close,” I pant.

“So? I bet you’ve got a couple of rounds in you.”

I shake my head, my eyes fixed on the thick club between his legs. “I want that inside me first.” I never knew I was a size queen, but life has many of these little lessons.