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“Coming,” I gasped. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m coming.”
“I know.” His hand sped up, and I was lost to him. The spill was hot, heavy, and thick. I couldn’t see, but I felt my cock pulsing. One of his hands curled into my hip and forced me against him, the last vestiges of my pleasure chased as I humped his soiled crotch.
I collapsed in a heap and caught my breath as he stroked fingers through my hair. “Holy fuck. I’m dead. I’ve died of orgasm.”
“Close, but no. I’m not letting you check out this early.”
Rolling my head to the side, I stared up at him. “You didn’t finish.”
He shook his head. “No. I wasn’t going to. Not tonight. So much of it is mental for me, and I wasn’t there.”
“I’m sorry. Was it me?”
He smiled gently and leaned in to press a kiss to my forehead. “My darling. No. And honestly, seeing you fall apart all over me like that is better than anything my body will feel.”
I didn’t know if that was a lie to make me feel better, but I wasn’t about to call him on it. I pulled away, then looked down and grimaced. His sweats were filthy—a dark patch right over his dick. He followed my line of sight and rubbed his finger against it.
“I should change.”
“Can I help?” My legs were still a little wobbly, but I climbed to my feet and stretched my arms above my head.
“Top drawer for new sweats. Cloths in the bathroom, second drawer on the right.”
I used the bathroom first, taking a long piss after peeling away all my clothes besides my boxers. Washing my hands, I stole some of his mouthwash and bent over the very short sink as I wet a cloth for him. I spit foamy liquid out into the basin, then sauntered into the bedroom and saw him sitting on theedge of the bed, smirking. He’d gotten his soiled pants off, and he was fully naked from the waist down.
I caught a glimpse of his soft dick, of the catheter inserted, and the bag strapped to his thigh that was empty. This time, he didn’t shy away from me.
“You look so good like that,” he murmured, his gaze on my naked chest.
I didn’t answer right away. I grabbed a pair of sweats from his dresser, then walked over and dropped to my knees in front of him. He let out the smallest gasp.
“Better like this, right?”
“Mm.” His finger traced my jawline, then over my warm ear. “I like you all the ways you come, Aleric. So to speak.”
I scoffed as I ran my hand from his knee to his ankle, and then I squeezed. I knew he couldn’t feel it, but he was watching. “May I?”
He was silent for a beat, and then he nodded. “Thank you.” I knew this was a level of trust he didn’t give to most people, so I was careful. I didn’t hold him like he was made of glass. I held him like he was the most precious thing to me.
“Grab my shoulders,” I instructed. He did, and I lifted him gently to pull the sweats over the globes of his ass before easing him back down.
The spot beside him on the bed was still open, but there was something wholly soothing about kneeling between his legs and resting my cheek on his thigh. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me as he stared, and I loved the way he traced my features like he couldn’t keep his hands off me.
“How was it?”
“Mm?” I wasn’t sure what he meant? The orgasm?
“Work.”
Oh. Yeah, that. The last thing I wanted was to disturb the calm we’d both worked so fucking hard for. I needed to tell him,but it would wait until morning and reality crept in. “Can we talk tomorrow? A lot happened, and I think we might have a problem, but I need this.”
“Aleric.”
“Please.Sir.”
He sucked in a breath, then finally nodded and pushed his fingers into my hair. “I can’t sit up for much longer, so for now, we can let it rest.”
I turned my face and rubbed it against his thigh. “Thank you.”