Page 12 of Just Like You (Square Mile Rogues #2)

Kieron

I had tried to be good. Make him feel comfortable with me before we went back to this place that yes, we were once again in.

Me ripping the threads away from his skin. Him trying to wrap his legs around my back and kiss me as I had to bend his arms from around my neck and get that goddamn shirt off his back.

He smelled of sweat and hard work. I probably stank even worse.

I’d hoped for a quick shower, and I still needed to make those calls.

Sort things out at home so I didn’t have to feel so stressed.

But he’d done this, and I hadn’t been strong enough to resist, so here we were, my lips sucking tiny bruises down his chest. A plump nipple in my mouth, hardening under my tongue.

His neck bent back as I fumbled around, trying to reach everything at once.

Patience wasn’t my forte here; I wanted inside of him.

Wanted to return to feeling so perfectly whole, the way he’d made me feel last time.

Wanted. Desired. Needed in a way I couldn’t explain.

I didn’t care where he’d been. How he’d got here or the small niggling fact that cleanliness and hygiene were a thing and perhaps I shouldn’t be sucking him off, but I couldn’t help myself. His cock was just perfectly smooth in my mouth, and the taste of him was intoxicating.

My Julian. His hips being held down as I swallowed him down.

Deep down my throat, where I should have been choking but wasn’t.

I’d always aimed to master a challenge. My training had shown results, and here I was.

Sucking cock like a pro, making him twitch and shudder underneath me as I bobbed my head, slowly and in control.

My rules. My way. I was going to make him feel good, and this time?

“Going to try to last longer this time,” shot out of my mouth, as I Iet him go with a gentle pop.

“Not going to last at all, at this rate. Where the fuck did you learn to deepthroat like that?”

“A nicely bent cucumber. Useful, and also nutritious. ”

His laughter was truly my favourite thing about him, still glittering through the warm air.

The door was open. I really hoped nobody would walk past to see me getting up and having to climb off the bed to grab condoms. Lube. A little bit of fun that I’d packed.

I was prepared this time.

“You ok with a plug?” I said, holding up a small stainless steel one. “Gonna open you up gently. Don’t want to go too hard on you.”

“I can take it,” he grunted, shifting his body over. Legs in the air. Arse up.

“I fucking love your body.”

Condom. Lube. Lube all over the plug as I stuck my finger through the little handle at the top.

Control. With him? I seemed to have none.

Not the way his body was laid out in front of me.

All that gorgeous skin. A small amount of hair on his legs, apart from that? Just bare skin. A feast for my eyes.

“You brought toys? That’s very presumptuous of you.”

“They’re new. And disinfected.”

“You know your toys.”

“I do,” I agreed. I liked this. So so much.

He seemed to as well, as I pushed the plug against his opening, which made his mouth gasp and his neck stretch back as his eyes fell closed.

Naked. Skin glistening. His cock deflating a little as I turned the plug inside of him. All the way. Tapped the handle with a steady finger.

“Get used to the size, and I will add some more lube,” I instructed, like he’d need it.

He was far more experienced than I was, and fuck me and my ways.

But yes. I smeared lube on my finger and gently traced around the plug.

Pushed the rim against the sleek steel, hoping the weight of it was as much of a turn-on for him as it was for me.

More lube on my dick. A small tug.

“Just fuck me, arsehole,” He huffed. “I need it. Need you. Shove it in there and give it to me.”

“Hard and fast,” I agreed.

“Don’t come too quickly.”

“Shut up and jerk yourself off, Julian.” I smiled.

“Fuck you.” He grinned back.

“Do it.” I grabbed his hips and yanked him around, put him up on all fours, exactly where I wanted him. Hole glistening, all lube and steel. Plug, slowly coming out of him. One little tug at a time.

“Now, Julian. I can’t see your hand moving.”

He did as he was told, grabbing himself, allowing his head to face-plant into the pillow. Arse up. Just for me.

“Do you want this?” I asked. Consent. Always.

“Yes!” he shouted into the pillow.

There we were. My cock pressing hard against his opening. A bit too fast, and a lot too much, but he took it, shivering and cursing me into the bed, as I roared out.

My cock deep inside his willing hole. His perfect arse under my hands as I just panted.

Fuck.

Him. Me.

My Julian.

Mine. Fucking all mine.

I pulled out and then slammed back in as he shouted nonsense. His head now to the side, his arm furiously jerking himself off.

“Don’t be a wimp, Kieron. Fuck me!”

At this point? I didn’t care if we had an audience. Or if someone walked by as I proudly followed his orders.

I fucked him. Hard and fast and with sweat running down my forehead, my brain so deep in fog I couldn’t even figure out how to breathe. Strangled gasps coming from my mouth as he roared underneath me, his body shaking and spasming as I simply…fell.

I think that was the moment I realised I was in far too deep. That this? Something like this?

I’d never wanted it. Nor had I understood it when people talked about falling. In lust. In desire. In need.

In comfort. I couldn’t choose what this was, but the orgasm that claimed me was bewildering to the max.

I fell, and he caught me, turning around in my arms and letting me just hold him.

Or maybe he held me. Arms everywhere, my face in his neck.

Those lips on him kissing my head as his fingers combed through my hair.

He’d orgasmed this time, the proof of it right there, cold under my hip.

I didn’t mind. It made me happy. Proud. That I could fuck that right out of him, and he still lay here with his lips against my skin. My temple against his mouth.

“Stay with me. Have a rest,” he whispered.

A rest? I never had much of a rest. I slept at night and worked during the day. I worked out and sometimes socialised and then I… rest? I didn’t do rest.

“I want this,” I said, weakly. “I want all of this.”

“The glamorous lifestyle of a senior flight attendant?” he sassed.

“No.” I smiled. “You and me.”

“You’ve got me for the next four days. That not enough?”

“No.” I wasn’t lying. That was the truth.

“You’ll be glad to see the back of me when you get home.”

“I’m going to prove you wrong,” I replied sternly. “Because…”

“Because what, Kieron?”

“You’re…” I was so stupid. So very, very stupid. “Mine,” I said.

He laughed and kissed my head.

“My mum used to say that. That I was the only thing in the world that would always belong to her. She was a single mum. No idea who my dad is, but it didn’t matter. She raised me well and taught me to be strong and independent. Here I am.”

“She must be very proud of you.”

“She was. Died two years ago. Breast cancer.”

I had to pause my ever-running mouth. Swallow down a shit load of triggers, right there.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“It’s alright. Life, isn’t it? We can’t hold on to everything, and that’s how she saw it. I would always be hers, whatever happened, and I know that. She was my mum and always will be. Even if she’s not here.” His voice sounded drowsy. Worn out.

“I know,” I said. I didn’t have the strength to continue that conversation, so instead I held him tighter.

Rocked him gently in my arms, and then I let him move over, thinking he wanted space.

Instead he lay his head down on my chest and curled himself around me. And promptly fell asleep, right there.

My Julian.

I should have got up, but I couldn’t. I just lay there, watching his breaths siphon out of his mouth. His eyelashes fluttering in his sleep. The warm breeze from outside mingling with the sound of the wind through the palm trees.

Perhaps it was a weird dream, or maybe it was real, but I couldn’t piece it all together to make sense. Apart from what I had here?

This was what I wanted. Simple. Easy. Straightforward. Him and me. And the way things just seemed to finally…make sense.