“Wh-what do you mean?” His hands trembled against my ass and his eyes widened at my gruff response.
“Take me to your room, and I’ll show you.”
I wasn’t aware of my surroundings as Foster led me down the short hallway toward his room. I didn’t notice any décor, or if he lacked any. I didn’t look around to see his furnishings, or even what the wall color was. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if he had carpet or laminate flooring. I only cared about Foster’s firm grip on my hand and what would happen once we crossed the threshold of his room.
“This is it,” Foster said awkwardly after he let go of my hand to click on the lamp beside his bed.
But I wasn’t looking at the bedroom. The only thing I could focus on was the man who was standing in the middle of it, with a face that was unable to hide his emotions. Anticipation, nervousness, and a tiny bit of fear played out on his face like a movie, and I wanted to ease his worries.
I walked closer to him, only coming to a stop when our toes touched, and reached up to cup his face. As I stroked my thumb gently over his cheek, I leaned down and placed my lips gently against his in the briefest of kisses.
“Nervous?” I asked.
Foster nodded. “A little.”
“I never want to do anything that’ll make you uncomfortable. If you don’t want this, let me know, and we can watch a movie. Or I can even leave.”
Please don’t make me leave, I silently pleaded.
Foster’s eyes had closed as I stroked his face, but they flew open as he shook his head. “No, I don’t want you to leave. I want this. I want…I want us.”
“That’s something we need to discuss,” I reminded him.
“There’s plenty of time for that. Later…”
“Are you sure? What I have I have planned for you will go much farther than kissing and will involve a lot less clothing.”
His expressive eyes widened even more. “Are we…?”
I shook my head. “No, I still don’t think you’re ready for penetration just yet.”
“But—” he started to protest, and I cut him off with my lips.
“Tonight is all about you. I want to make you feel good.”
“You already make me feel good,” he said softly, and my heart beat a little faster at his admission.
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
“Of course I do,” he answered without hesitation.
“Then stop talking and get on the bed, Foster.”
17
Foster
Holy shit. I was in my room, with Stellan, who was currently looking at me like I was his prey and he was the predator. I wasn’t afraid of him or the expression his face, though. Instead, I was excited, and yes, a little bit nervous, as I waited in anticipation for him to pounce. Only, rather than coming to join me on the bed, he paused at the end and slowly ran his eyes over the length of my body.
“Do…do you need me to do anything?” I asked when he continued to look me over.
His gaze was penetrating, as if he could see through my protective layers all the way down to my soul. I was still fully clothed, yet I felt more exposed than ever, and as his eyes made their slow, torturous pass up my thighs and toward my chest, I shivered under his scrutiny.
“Stellan?” I asked when he slowly walked around to the right side of the bed.
I tracked his movement, wondering what he was thinking and questioning whether I should do anything other than sit there.
“Take off your shirt,” he finally said. His voice was gruff but not demanding.
With shaky fingers, I grasped the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head. I wasn’t overly muscular, leaner than anything else, and while I wasn’t ashamed of my body, I didn’t feel comfortable walking around without a shirt either. There was softness around my midsection, and I had never been able to grow chest hair, but I’d come to accept myself and my body over the years. Since I was unsure what to do next, I continued to sit there, with my T-shirt balled up on my lap, waiting for Stellan to direct my next move.
The deep rumble in his chest had my eyes shooting to his face, and I gasped when I saw his fiery stare directed at me. His nostrils were flared, his jaw clenched, and his pupils blown. I watched the rise of his chest as he took in a deep, ragged breath before slowly releasing it. Was he trying to keep himself under control? Did I even want him to?
“Give me your shirt,” he commanded and held out one of his large, tattooed hands toward me.
I handed the wadded-up shirt to him without any hesitation, and then watched in awe as he brought it up to his nose and inhaled deeply. He closed his eyes, as if the faint scents of my soap and laundry detergent were the best things he’d ever smelled.
“Lie down.” His voice was hoarse, thick, and a bit muffled since his face was still buried in my shirt. The rough growl he let out as he took another sniff went straight to my dick.
After bending my pillow in half to give it a bit more cushion, I lay down until my back hit the mattress and shifted around until I was settled. Then I waited to see what Stellan was going to do next.
After dropping my shirt to the floor, he moved again, making his way toward the other side of the bed as he kept his eyes on me. They roamed over my chest, taking in the barely there dips and valleys of my would-be abs, pausing on my nipples that beaded under his inspection, before coming to a rest on my face.
I squirmed as he traced my eyes, nose, jaw, and lips with his intense gaze. And forced myself to just lie there, allowing him to look all he wanted as my cheeks flamed. I wasn’t used to this since none of my past partners took the time to see what I wanted, and Stellan’s silent examination had a flush breaking out over my entire body. What if he didn’t like what he saw once the package had been unwrapped?
But before my mind could conjure up a million and one scenarios, Stellan was on me. His lips were sealed over mine, forcing them apart so his tongue could lick inside my mouth, and I was only happy to oblige. I groaned at the familiar taste that was all Stellan, and instantly plunged my fingers into his hair to grip the long strands. Acting on pure instinct, I bent my legs to cradle him between my thighs and moaned as his cock rubbed against mine. Even though it’d only been a day since the last time we were together, I realized I’d missed the weight of his big body against mine, and I relished the feeling of him pressing me into the mattress.
Stellan ripped his mouth from mine and licked his way down my jaw before pausing at my neck where my pulse was pounding wildly. When his teeth sank into the sensitive skin, my eyes rolled, and my back bowed as I let out a low moan. But Stellan moved lower, kissing down my throat and across my collarbone before closing his lips over my right nipple. The slight sting of his teeth piercing into the beaded tip brought me closer to exploding in my pants.
“Stellan,” I gasped when he released my nipple to pay attention to the left one.
His long hair grazed my highly sensitized skin, but rather than tickling me, it only amped up the stimulation I was feeling. As he continued to suck and bite, his hand snaked down my stomach, and my muscles fluttered at the brush of his fingers on my blazing skin.
Releasing my nipple, he looked up at me and my breath caught at the expression I saw in his eyes. Yes, they were filled with heat, but also understanding and a tiny bit of concern. “Let me know if you want me to stop at any time.”