“Common here,” Ricky said, running his hand over his face to wipe away the moisture covering it. Usually very put together, from his hair to his clean-shaven face, the disheveled look he had going stirred something within me. Strands of wet, golden hair ran diagonally across his forehead, and a sexy scruff suited him. “To watch,” he went on to say.
“To watch what?” Zoning out as I had meant I’d probably missed the beginning of that sentence.
“I said the storms over the ocean are spectacular to watch.” He motioned toward the glass wall just as a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky and into the ocean. “See?” Another bolt followed, contrasting against the charcoal horizon, along with a deafening clap of thunder.
“Oh, right.”
He glanced down at the puddle beneath my feet. “Don’t move.”
I watched as he removed his shoes and slipped down the hall barefoot, leaving a trail of water behind him. He reappeared a minute later with two large, fluffy towels.
“Here.”
“Thanks,” I said, taking one to rub away the moisture covering my body as he used the other to sop up the water on his wood floors. Between being wet and the chilled air, an involuntary shiver traveled through me, and he caught it.
Wordlessly, he disappeared down the hall for a second time. I tried to wick away the dampness on my jeans and the water that dripped from my soaked body. When he returned, he had changed into a white T-shirt and gray sweat pants. They molded over his muscular frame, the shirt revealing his biceps, the pants cuffed at his ankles, emphasizing his bare feet and the outline of his cock. “Here.”
My lingering gaze snapped up to his face and I accepted the folded garments, our hands brushing in the exchange. Again, I felt that damn pull toward him. I knew coming to his place would put us on a precipice, and he had made that clear during one of our late-night conversations. But being here now, facing that fork in the road, one that would take us in an entirely new direction, could no longer be ignored. It was now or never, and needing him to believe I was ready for this was what prompted me to put the clothes he gave me on the arm of a chair before dragging off my wet T-shirt.
Ricky’s ice-blue eyes blazed as they raked over my naked torso, and fuck if I didn’t feel my entire body quivering in anticipation. He then met my gaze again, and the struggle within him was clear as day. He wasn’t going to make this easy on me, not that I expected him to.
It was my job to open the door. It was up to me to walk through it.
This was my metamorphosis.
And I did so by stepping close enough to press my body against his, and then my lips. Although his mouth responded to mine, his arms hung limply at his sides.
Pulling away, I asked, “Do you need a formal invitation?”
“Is that what this is?” He nipped at my bottom lip and tugged before asking, “If so… there’s no turning back.”
“I know.”
“Say you want this. I need to hear it from your mouth, Cooper.”
Being the same height, it was easy to level him with my gaze. “I want this.”
Instantly, his hands gripped on to my ass before he tugged me closer. With a measured roll of his hips, he ground his cock against mine. The thin fabric covering him may as well have been nonexistent, and the wet heavy denim covering me intensified the friction. I felt every bit of him, hard and ready, the sensation causing my eyelids to slowly slide closed on their own accord.
“Open them,” he commanded, as he continued to torture me with his hard-on. Nose to nose, we swallowed each other’s panting breaths until I could no longer take the pressure building within me.
“Stop teasing me,” I barked, tormented with each stroke of his cock over mine. Nothing we’d done until now compared to this, and this wasn’t even anything significant. I was slowly losing control as all reservations I held on to were about to snap.
“As you wish. It’s time for me to sexually school the professor.” He pushed me hard enough to fall on the leather couch behind me and then dropped to his knees. While staring into my eyes, he wedged between my legs to swipe his tongue over my flat nipple. I had barely reacted to that when he sucked on it with such force I whimpered from the pressure. His lips trailed to my other nipple while he palmed my erection, still held prisoner in my damp jeans.
That hot mouth of his latched on to suck on a spot just below my pec, and that scruff of his scraped across my sensitive flesh, sending an unexpected jolt through me, ending in my cock. The animalistic sounds grew louder, and when he pulled away, I knew I’d been branded by the red angry bruise he’d left behind.
“Proud of yourself?”
“Almost.” While staring into my eyes, he unbuttoned and then unzipped my jeans. I wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear my heart, the way it pounded behind my chest wall. Slowly, he struggled to peel the uncooperative denim down my legs, and if the air between us hadn’t been so charged, I may have laughed. Finally, he was able to get them around my ankles. Leaving them there, he tucked his fingers into the sides of my briefs and paused. “Last chance.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were the one unsure.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” he countered, yanking them off my throbbing flesh, leaving me in a compromising situation—pants and briefs around my ankles as my dick saluted him.
Instantly his eyes focused on my tattoo before he ran the pad of his thumb over it repeatedly. He then traced the thin trail of hair from my navel to the trimmed patch framing my cock, wrapped one hand around it, and squeezed.
“Fuck…”
As I squirmed, his eyes alternated drilling into mine in some sort of a hypnotic state and watching himself tug on me with long, measured pulls. Every part of me pulsed as he continued to pump me through his fist. That same thumb that caressed my tat now skimmed over the tip, spreading the drop of precum and driving me insane in the process. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take without embarrassing myself, but Ricky was just getting started.
He lowered his head to resume flicking his hot tongue against my nipple, causing me to jerk and twitch in his hold. It felt like a live wire stretched from where his mouth was on me to where his hand was. Truth be told, I wanted his mouth where his hand was… no way would I ask for that. It was hard enough to process my reaction to a man jerking me off. Yet, in the way every muscle in my legs flexed, it was obvious my body did indeed respond, and holding back quickly became one of the hardest things I’d ever endured.
I could feel the build of my orgasm everywhere.
Everywhere.
He chose to ignore another growl from my lips. At that point, a fucking rocket protruded from my crotch. And like a rocket breaching the atmosphere, I was about to detonate with a million bursts of molten energy.
As his tugs grew faster and harder, I clutched the leather behind my head. It was obvious I was about to come, and he knew it too. But he still wasn’t done with me yet.
His drags slowed when he cupped my balls with his other hand. His thumb rested on my slit before skimming around my sensitive crown. His face came within a breath before he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip. His other hand was again on the move as it reached around to my ass, stopped, and slid over just enough to have his fingertips slip between my cheeks before coming back to my balls.