Page 38 of Hollis (The Moore Men #2)

He leads the way, and as soon as we enter the dark space and I close the door, we’re back on each other like two magnets.

My back crashes against the heavy wood as his fingers quickly work open my belt, and then my pants before pulling me out.

He wraps his fingers around me, stroking from base to tip, his heated gaze holding mine.

“You give in so easy,” he rasps, voice barely above a whisper. “You want this as much as I do, don’t you?”

I grit my teeth, breathing harshly through my nose as he tucks his chin, letting a string of spit fall from his mouth onto my cock before he spreads it around with his hand.

His grip is just the right amount of firm, setting my body ablaze.

Needing to touch him, I shove him with a hand to the center of his chest.

“Get on the bed,” I order him.

I step out of my shoes before letting my pants fall to the floor.

Kicking them off, I watch Hollis do the same before reaching behind his head and ripping off his shirt.

He drops onto the bed, and I’m right behind him.

Our mouths meet again in a messy, frenzied kiss as our hands roam all over each other’s bodies, like we’re starving for one another despite me having just fucked him last night. It’s never enough.

“We have to be quick,” I say in between kisses.

He nods. “I know.”

“They won’t be gone long.”

“Don’t worry, this won’t take long.” Hollis slides down my body, tongue caressing my overheated flesh as he goes.

I’m already hard and ready to go, and the second I feel his hot breath against my swollen tip, I know he’s right…

This won’t take long at all. Closing his lips around me, I groan as he sucks me deep in his mouth.

His hands come to my balls, tugging and rolling on them as I touch the back of his throat.

I nearly come on the spot when he swallows around me.

“Fuck,” I grit out, threading my fingers through his sweaty, mess brown locks.

Hollis hums, sending vibrations through my cock as he bobs his head. Using his other hand, he spreads my thighs open wider, and before he even gets any further, I already know what he wants to do.

I don’t stop him, because I want it too.

Peering up at me from beneath his lashes, Hollis pulls off my cock, and sucks two fingers into his mouth, getting them dripping wet with his saliva.

The sight sends another powerful wave of arousal through my body, the feeling only intensifying as he brings them to my hole.

Taking me in his mouth again, Hollis circles me with the tip of his finger, and as soon as he feels my body relax, he applies a little bit of pressure as he sucks me deep.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had any ass play done to me.

Not because I don’t enjoy it, but because it wasn’t what my ex-husband preferred.

He liked me to fuck him, and it was rarely the other way around.

Which, for the most part, is fine. I do prefer to give rather than receive, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss it.

Hollis has joked about fucking me before, and I’ve been hesitant, simply because it has been so long, and it’s something I generally have to be pretty comfortable to do.

But that’s the thing… I do feel comfortable with Hollis.

I suck in a breath as he slips past the tight ring of muscle.

Pulling myself up on my forearms, I watch the way my cock disappears into his mouth, how his eyelashes flutter each time.

It’s not hard to tell that Hollis enjoys this, maybe as much as I do.

He takes his time, slowly easing more of his finger into me as he sucks my cock in tandem.

Since it’s been a while, it’s a little uncomfortable at first, but it doesn’t take for the burn of the stretch to turn into something much more pleasurable. It helps that Hollis isn’t rushing.

By the time he works a second finger in beside the first, my chest is heaving, and my heart is beating so hard, I can hear it in my ears.

He swirls his tongue around the tip as he curls his fingers in a come-hither motion, grazing over a spot inside of me that has a long, low moan tearing from my throat.

My balls are full, and they ache with a need for release as he sets a delicious pace, skillfully working me over with both his mouth and fingers.

“You like this, daddy?” he asks, mouth pulling off my cock as he strokes me with his free hand.

I nod as I drag my tongue across my lips, trying to bring back some moisture to my mouth.

“Tell me how much you like it,” he rasps.

“Fuck,” I gasp, throwing my head back as he massages my prostate over and over, applying the perfect amount of pressure. “It’s so…g-good. You feel so good.”

“You gonna come for me, daddy?”

“Mmhmm… Don’t stop.”

He sucks my cock back into his mouth again, swallowing it down like he’s starving.

My skin tingles with electricity buzzing just beneath the surface.

Pleasure swims through my veins, and I can hardly catch my breath.

He never once slows down. He’s giving his all to this right now, and I can’t get enough of it.

“Fuck, I’m close,” I grit out. My balls draw up to my body, pressure building until I can’t take it anymore. “Oh, fuck, Hollis…”

It hits me all at once—it consumes me. Starting at the base of my spine, it spreads like lava.

My head is foggy, and I slam my eyes shut as my cock pulsates on his tongue, thick ropes shooting down his throat while my ass clenches around his fingers.

He swallows every last drop, and then he’s on his knees, climbing up my body, with his fist wrapped around his stiff cock.

“Open up,” he growls. “Give me your tongue.”

Hollis grabs onto the headboard and slides the underside of his dick over my tongue.

Closing my lips around the tip, I lick and suck while he strokes his shaft at the same time.

His eyes bore into mine, nearly black and overflowing with lust, his jaw slack.

He’s close, I can taste it. I grab onto his ass with both hands, squeezing the plump cheeks as we work together to bring him to the edge.

“Fuck, your mouth feels good,” he groans. “Make me come, daddy.”

Moaning around his length, I hollow my cheeks as I suck him deeper until he removes his hand altogether, and it’s just me getting him there.

The salacious sounds of his grunts and moans fill the air, and his scent fills my nostrils, making me dizzy.

I want his release just as bad as I wanted my own.

I want to swallow him down, have his taste on my tongue.

I want to watch him fall apart as he lets go, see the bliss on his face as I make him come.

My nails bite into his flesh, forcing him deeper in my throat, and as I swallow around the tip, his muscles tense.

“Oh, fuck…” His orgasm has his eyes rolling back, taking control of his body as he cries out. He unloads in my mouth, and I gladly savor every last drop. Hollis is so goddamn beautiful as he rides the wave, the sight of him hitting me in the center of my chest like a dull ache.

Once he’s finished, he rolls onto the bed beside me to catch his breath while I do the same.

“That was fuckin’ hot,” he blurts out after a minute .

Then he presses his mouth to mine. Hollis licks into my mouth, groaning when he tastes himself.

I kiss him back, circling him with my arms and holding him tight.

I know we need to get dressed before the team comes back, but I don’t want to…

Not yet, at least. I want to stay right here with him and enjoy this moment.

My conversation with Chandler runs through my mind.

Maybe she’s right; maybe it’s not as complicated as I’m making it out to be.

And things have shifted. It’s clear it’s not just about the sex anymore.

Maybe we should tell people about us… Take this a step further.

But would Hollis want that? He’s already told me he doesn’t do relationships or feelings, but I’m also not oblivious.

I can see the way he looks at me, the way he holds me back just as tightly.

Could I really be the one to change his mind?

There’s only one way to find out…

Right as I’m about to open my mouth and say something, a knock at the door startles me. “Fuck, they must be back already,” I hiss under my breath before I call out, “Yeah?”

“You plannin’ on gettin’ started on that roast any time soon?” Remi .

Fuck.

Hollis and I jump off the bed at the same time, looking at one another with wild eyes. “What do we do?” he whispers.

“I don’t fuckin’ know!”

“Hello?” Remi calls out.

“I’ll be out in a minute!”

Waiting on bated breath, I hear the door to my office slide shut a moment later. Turning toward Hollis, I grit out, “I told you this was a bad idea.”

He chuckles, swiping his jeans off the floor and pulling them up his legs. “It’ll be fine.”

“Yeah? How do ya figure?”

“You go out first,” he suggests as we both rush to get dressed. “Remi will follow you into the kitchen, and I’ll slip out of your office. Nobody will see me.”

“You better be right,” I growl as I reach for the doorknob.

“Relax, Cap.” Grabbing my shoulder, he spins me around and presses his lips to mine for another quick, tender kiss. “It’ll be fine. And even if it’s not, we’ll deal with it.”

After that, I walk out, leaving him in the room. He is right; Remi follows me into the kitchen, discussing something completely unimportant, but I don’t hear any of it because my mind is still inside the room with Hollis, and the last thing he said.

“Even if it’s not, we’ll deal with it.”

What did he mean by that?