His grin was wide. “How can I argue with that?”
Smirking, I winked. “You can’t, so remove these pesky jeans and sit on the bed.”
“Yes, sir.” He dipped to brush his lips against mine.
“Oh, pet, I like hearing sir from your mouth way too much.” He made me happy, lighter than I had ever felt. I would never get enough of him.
Josh chuckled as he walked over to the bed. I stood back and watched when he faced me and undid the top button. He paused.
“Don’t be a tease now. My mouth is already watering from thinking of having a taste of you,” I told him, my tone huskier than normal, driven by lust.
Josh’s eyes heated, his nostrils flaring, desire riding him. Quickly, he slid the zipper down before he pushed his jeans and boxers low and kicked them off. His cock bounced free, already hard and ready for me. I bit my bottom lip, my body heating even more when he pulled his tee from his body.
God, he was beautiful.
Josh sat on the edge of the bed and spread his legs with a wicked grin on his lips.
My heart beat wildly in my chest as I undid the buttons of my shirt while I stepped over to the bedside table and took out the lube, placing it in the pocket of my pants. Josh watched me but said nothing, though I could see the pulse at his throat beat crazily.
I stepped in front of him and bent to capture his lips. His fingers threaded into my hair and gripped. Our mouths attacked, our tongues tangled, and I ran both hands over his warm back, shoulders, then arms. Josh tried to drag me down on top of him, but I broke the kiss and shook my head. Instead, I dropped to my knees between his legs.
My eyes drank him in as I reached out to palm his dick, drawing out a groan and pre-cum at the tip. I licked the latter away and caught Josh’s hands clutching the sheets.
“Taro,” he uttered.
Peering up at him, I cupped his balls and gently rolled them around before I dipped in and sucked his dick down to the base.
“Fuck,” Josh clipped low. He dropped back to an elbow and used his other hand to touch my face, my neck, my hair. Slowly, I grazed my lips up while swirling my tongue around him.
“Christ, Taro. Fuckin’ perfect,” he muttered, watching me bob up and down on his dick. His stomach muscles contracted and loosened as I went. His hand didn’t let up touching me. A moment later, his head dropped back, eyes squeezed tight, as if feeling, enjoying, getting lost in the moment.
Gorgeous.
While sucking him, I took out the tube of lube, opened it, and squirted some onto two fingers. I dropped the tube and touched the slicked-up fingers to Josh’s hole. He sucked in a breath and lifted his head, eyes narrowed.
His dick fell free, and I kissed the base as I ran my fingers over his entrance. “Do you trust me?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said instantly, which surprised me enough to freeze. He snorted out a hesitant laugh. “You’re surprised?” I nodded. “Babe, if I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t be here.”
My chest expanded at the knowledge. I kissed his inner thigh, his dick, his hip and then sucked his dick back into my mouth while I gently applied pressure against his hole. Another harsh breath dropped from Josh, and his brows dipped.
“Relax,” I said before taking him back into my mouth. I sucked, licked, and ran my mouth up and over him as I edged in some more. He was tight. So fucking tight. I was never used to this much tightness, but I knew I could blow his mind when I reached the right spot.
He tensed, so I made sure to spend more attention on his dick, and soon, he was holding the back of my head, moaning my name.
I pushed in further, and when he cursed, hips near lifting off the bed, I knew I was in the right area.
“What the fuck?” Josh panted.
I licked up his dick and smirked. “Josh, I’d like you to meet your prostate.”
When I rubbed over it again, he clamped his top teeth over his bottom lip before groaning, “Holy fuck.”
My dick throbbed. Watching him was… such a turn-on. I would be a few pumps from coming.
“Taro,” Josh muttered, spreading his legs wider. I withdrew my finger and pushed back in, hitting it again and again. His balls drew up, and he cried, “Fuck. Fucking hell.”
Before I could take him in my mouth again, Josh’s body tensed. “More,” he bit out. I rubbed over the sensitive area, and Josh reached out to snag his hand in my hair as his cum shot out over his stomach. “K-Keep going,” he pleaded. I did, and he kept coming.
As soon as his body shuddered with the last drop, I removed my finger and stood. “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen,” I told him. Besides myself, no one I had been with before had been able to come from just prostate play—they needed the dick action along with it—but Josh was as sensitive as I was, and I fucking loved it.
As he tried to catch his breath, Josh’s arm was thrown over his eyes. I laughed when he gave me a thumbs up.
“I’m going to wash—” Josh sat suddenly, wincing a little, but in the next second, his hands were in my pants, undoing them. “Josh, you don’t—”
“Shut it,” he ordered and pushed my pants down to the floor. Next, his mouth was on my dick, and he lapped at my pre-cum before drinking me in, taking my dick all the way in his mouth. I grunted around a moan, watching him take me in and out of his luscious lips.
“I’m close,” I warned. Josh didn’t stop fucking my dick with his mouth. He used his tongue to tease, to drag along all sides of my cock.
“Josh,” I cried before I felt my release explode into his mouth. It didn’t stop him though. He took it, sucked it down, and searched for more. Josh even used his hand to drag out the last drop before he licked it away.
My chest rose and fell rapidly, both from the sudden orgasm and that it’d been Josh who gave it to me.
“That was quick,” he teased with a cheeky smile before kissing my stomach.
I swatted his arm. “Watching you was foreplay for me. I was ready to come in my pants.” I gripped the hair on the top of his head and forced his head back. “Did you like it?”
“The arse play or suckin’ you off?”
I grinned. “Both?”
His eyes darkened. “Loved it.” He dragged me down into a kiss.
I wasn’t giving him up.
No matter what, I wanted him by my side, always. I didn’t care that it hadn’t been long. I knew he was mine.
Chapter Sixteen
Ruin
The funeral had come and gone. I had been with Taro the whole time, while Cowboy also stayed in Melbourne and hadn’t left Mimi’s side since arriving. Mimi didn’t seem to mind one bit. They looked at each other with stars in their eyes—when Mimi wasn’t dragged under by painful thoughts. She seemed to be handling it better than I’d thought she would. It probably had a lot to do with her father being a bastard.
A couple of days after the funeral, Taro and I sat early one morning in the kitchen. It was one of the rare moments he’d sent the guards away. They seemed to be more present than they had been. Them doing so had concern sinking into my gut.
“Taro.”
He lifted his eyes from his phone and smiled warmly. “Yes, pet,” he purred.