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Hendrix huffed out a laugh, resting his head against my shoulder. “Damn. I love how sensitive you are. If we don’t move somewhere else, I think we’re both gonna make messes of our suits.”

That was probably true. I was already on edge and I couldn’t seem to stop my movements against his thigh. But I was too lost in what was happening to figure out where to go. Hendrix’schuckle made me shiver, and he captured my lips roughly for a moment before he spoke again.

“Couch it is then.”

That was all the warning I got before he lifted me off my feet. A startled sound escaped me and I wrapped my legs around his hips automatically. We didn’t have to go far, but it was a few seconds too long for me and the second he dropped us both onto the couch, I dragged his lips back to mine. It was the most forward I’d been so far, and it seemed like he liked it. He groaned into my mouth, rewarding me with his tongue tangled with mine.

The new position was better, in my opinion. Hendrix’s weight pinned me to the couch, his erection pressed tightly against mine. When he rolled his hips, pleasure danced up my spine, and I moaned loudly. Maybe too loudly. I froze, pulling away long enough to listen for Sophie.

Hendrix shook his head. “Don’t worry. I’ll be able to hear if she wakes up. We’re okay.”

I trusted him not to lie to me, and when his mouth met mine, my lips parted eagerly. Each time he rolled his hips, his tongue mimicked the action. It made me feel a little wild, and I clutched at his back almost desperately, only ripping my mouth away when I felt like I was going to explode.

“Hendrix…”

He didn’t acknowledge me at first, his mouth moving back to my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately trying to hold back my release. I’d never been this needy in my life, and holding back was almost painful.

When Hendrix did pull away, I wasn’t sure if I should be grateful or disappointed. At least until I felt my shirt part. I hadn’t even noticed him unbuttoning it or undoing my tie, too focused on the feel of his erection grinding against mine. He pushed up the undershirt underneath, and when his warmhands ran over my skin, I shivered. He shifted to his knees, making quick work of his own buttons. Unlike me, he didn’t have an undershirt underneath, and the lean muscle he exposed was immediately the subject of my full focus. I reached for him tentatively, running careful fingers over his crimson skin. He caught my hand with a chuckle, shaking his head.

“That tickles.”

Embarrassed, I grimaced. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. But if you’re going to touch me, don’t be so hesitant about it.” He pressed my hand more firmly against him. “I want you to touch me, Art.”

Art. I’d never heard that nickname before. A few people had tried using Artie, the band included, but I didn’t enjoy it. Art, though, sounded better in my head. It made me sound refined and a little poetic. I liked it.

Since he wasn’t upset about my blunder, I tried again to touch him, this time not as gently. My touches were smoother, my palm tracing over his muscles and up his chest. His smile was gentle, but the fire behind his eyes was exhilarating, and when I tipped my head up for another kiss, he didn’t fight me. He tangled his tongue with mine, groaning when my hands moved south to cup his erection.

I kept waiting for my mind to rebel, to get uncomfortable with the idea of touching another man. It never happened. The feel of his erection against my palm was thrilling, and I was eager for more. He thrust against my palm a few times, pulling away with a shake of his head, his breath unsteady.

“You’re gonna make me come in my pants. Take my cock out, Art. I’d rather come on you.”

My mouth fell open at his sultry demand and I stalled out for a second, staring up at him with wide eyes. He smirked, making my stomach clench, my erection twitching in response.

“No?”

“Y-Yes,” I stuttered, fumbling to do as he asked. My hands trembled both from nerves and from excitement, and when his slacks parted and I slipped my hand into his boxers, I almost came on the spot. I was holding his cock in my hand. The thought alone was thrilling, but the sounds he made as I pulled him out and stroked him set me on fire. I knew without a shadow of a doubt listening to him was going to get me off. To save myself the dry cleaning costs, I pleaded with him. “M-Me too. Please?”

“Hell yes,” he growled. He was a lot smoother than I was, no hint of a tremble as he pulled my boxers down. My erection bounced back up with the motion, slapping me in the stomach, the head already leaking precum. I nearly swallowed my tongue when Hendrix touched me, fisting my erection just rough enough to make me throw back my head on a groan. I tightened my grip automatically and Hendrix thrust his hips, burying his face against my neck to muffle his moan. He matched the pace of my hand, jerking me off slowly. I wanted to speed up, to get us both off quickly, but I also wasn’t ready for this to end.

I was getting close when he nudged my hand out of the way. He wrapped his fist around the both of us, jerking us together, and my whole body almost arched off the couch. I thought his hand on me was good, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of his cock against mine. He thrust lightly into his fist, his cockhead rubbing against mine, and my eyes nearly crossed from the pleasure.

“H-Hendrix!”

He shushed me lightly, his face a mask of pleasure. I knew I had to be quiet, but I had never experienced this kind of pleasure before. When his hand twisted over the heads, smearing our precum down our lengths, I had to bite back a shout. As much as I wanted to keep this going, my release was barreling down on me, and I was helpless to stop it. I dragged Hendrix closer,fusing my mouth to his, and when he tightened his grip on the next stroke, that was it. He swallowed my shout as colorful explosions wracked my entire body. I felt it from my toes, the base of my spine, my chest, all the way to the top of my head. It dragged on and on, until Hendrix groaned through his own release, his head dropping with relief.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ARTHUR

We wereboth breathless and panting, smothering each other with desperate kisses. My stomach and chest were a mess, and I had to be careful not to move to keep the puddles of cum off my clothes, but I didn’t care. I would ruin every item of clothing I owned just to do that again.

Hendrix’s kisses slowed, shifting to something more sweet. Almost like a thank you, which was insane since he was the one who rocked my entire existence. I cupped his face, trying to say without words how much it meant to me. He leaned into it, drawing it out for a second before pulling away.

“I’m gonna get something to clean you up. Don’t move.”

I didn’t want him to walk away, but he had a point. Without moving too much, I pointed towards the hallway. “There’s a half bath under the stairs. There should be a box of tissues in there.”