Strange Medicine (Dr. Maxwell Thornton Murder Mysteries #1)(22)

He swam a little closer, and he looked nervous. His eyes glittered salaciously in the night, but he kept three or so feet between us. When he paddled even closer, my cock hardened with a lusty surge. I knew he wasn’t trying to tease me; he was simply watching me and trying to figure the situation out. But my body didn’t quite get that, and so my cock was stiff and aching.

He licked his lips, looking uncertain. “What do you expect from me?”

His question took me completely by surprise. “What do you mean?”

He swallowed hard. “I like to think several steps ahead.” He frowned. “I find that difficult with you.”

“Why?”

“I’m not exactly sure,” he murmured, his gaze on my lips.

I cleared my throat. “I don’t expect anything.”

“A lot of times people say things like that, but in the end, they really did have expectations.”

“Has that happened to you a lot?” I arched one brow, not making any move toward him.

He cocked his head. “Not often. I don’t find people very interesting usually, and so I don’t get involved.” He paddled closer and his cologne met my flared nostrils. “Are you a relationship type of person?”

I laughed awkwardly. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” He frowned. “You either are or you’re not.”

“That’s not true. It depends on the person I’m involved with.”

He nodded. “Okay. I’ll give you that.” He bit his lower lip, his gaze roving my naked chest.

This weird conversation should have turned me off, but my cock was harder than ever. He intrigued me and I wanted to get closer, even as I knew that would probably turn out to be a clusterfuck of epic proportions. It was obvious he wasn’t normal emotionally. He had definite hang-ups and issues. But I wanted him all the same. I guess I had issues all of my own.

When he reached out and touched my cheek, my heart started banging against my ribs. “What if I told you I’m not a relationship kind of guy?” he whispered.

“I’d say that doesn’t surprise me.”

He chuckled softly. “I like that you didn’t try to seduce me tonight.”

“Yeah?”

He trailed his fingers down my cheek, to my jaw and then to my throat. “I prefer to lead.”

I can tell.

“I like to be in control.”

No kidding.

When he tightened his hand on my throat, I stiffened and grabbed his wrist. He smiled. “You like control too, I suspect.” His tone was husky.

I’d never felt so uncertain of the guy I wanted to have sex with. My heart slammed hard, and my cock throbbed against my abs. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted him to fuck me. I really didn’t care who topped or bottomed so long as we fucked. But at the same time, his oddness put me on edge. It made me nervous.

“I’m not into choking or shit like that.” My voice was gruff.

“Me neither. I was just testing you.”

I frowned. “Why?”

“You seemed really passive tonight. I suspected it was an act.”

“I was trying to be respectful.” I snaked my arm out and wound it around his waist. “Maybe that’s not necessary with you.”

He gasped in surprise, but he didn’t fight me. “What are you doing?”

I tugged him closer, and he let me. Our cocks pressed together, and he let a soft groan from his lips. “I’m taking what I want.”

He shivered and pressed closer. “Is that right?”

Our lips were only inches apart, and his warm, hoppy breath was sweet. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?” I smiled. “You want to let go of the control for once, don’t you?”

He nodded slowly, his body trembling against mine. “Sometimes I just don’t want to think so much. I just want to feel.”

“Okay.” I pressed my mouth to his, and I could have come just from that I was so turned on. His lips opened and our tongues tangled with a desperation I’d never felt before. We shared hot, lusty breaths as we pushed together with need. When I lifted my head, his black pupils were blown with lust. “Let’s go upstairs. Let’s go to your bed.”

“Wha… what?” His voice shook.

“I don’t want frottage or a hand job.” I leaned harder into him. “I want to be inside you.”

“Oh, fuck.” He shuddered.

“You want that too. I know you do.” I squeezed his thick, swollen dick through his trunks. He was as into this as I was, and there was no turning back.

“Yeah, I want you inside me.” He wound his legs around me and rolled his hips, dragging our cloth-covered cocks together. We kissed again, and I had to control myself from just giving into the need to come. I hadn’t felt like this since I was a teenager when just the swipe of my hand and a dirty magazine could make me shoot.

He pulled his mouth away, breathing hard. “Wait here.”

“What?” I laughed.

“I have rubbers and lube packets in my office downstairs.”

I frowned and looked around. “You want to have sex out here?”

He nodded. “I hate that little cramped bedroom. It’s depressing. Let’s fuck out here in the pool.”