Page 6 of Just Like You (Square Mile Rogues #2)

Kieron

T his…man was…infuriating, I’d realised from the very second I’d put my hands on him…or set eyes on him; my memories were slightly cloudy here, my dick ridiculously hard at the sight of him splayed out below me.

He’d lost his glasses, now squinting trying to focus on my face as I probably drooled down on him, no hands left to control the bodily fluids that I was no doubt covering him in.

I had no control. All but gone, since he’d appeared out there in the corridor like some angelic vision… In a tracksuit.

Tight around that arse of his. The curvature of his mouth. Those eyes. So bloody cute.

“Ehhrr.” I tried to swallow and figure out how you said things like this, because. Yeah. “I’m usually better prepared, but this time…”

“You mean to say…” He shuffled underneath me, moving up the bed until we were in a more equal position. His head on the pillows. Me?

I gently laid myself down on top of him. His smaller frame cradling my body, like we were meant for this. My chest fitting perfectly around his tiny waist, my chin coming to a rest against his chest.

He smelled of soap. Water. Man. Everything I had hoped for.

“Oh, so we’re cuddling now,” he spat out, which made me laugh. This man. This ridiculously gorgeous man.

“No, we’re going to fuck,” I countered, not even blinking.

“Are we now?”

The little tease.

“I have no condoms,” I admitted. “Wasn’t thinking I’d get…this lucky.”

“Well, you did. I have supplies.”

Like we were negotiating a deal. Well, we kind of were.

“I assume you bottom. ”

“Of course. Who do you think I am? Some shrunken top?”

“Julian.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“So bratty.”

“Not a brat. Fully grown man, and you started this. You’d better finish this, and I goddamn hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Julian, spread your legs, and shut that pretty mouth of yours.”

Oh. He liked that, and I stretched my body upwards so I could give him a little kiss. Then I rolled my eyes as he tried to move underneath me.

Oh. Yes.

I got back up on all fours, instantly missing his body.

The warmth. That little smirk on his face as he rolled over and rummaged in the bag that was now wedged in between the wall and bed in this tiny room of his.

Similar to mine, no doubt. Small, grotty and noisy, with dark curtains and weird patterned wallpaper.

Not that I was paying any attention as he got out a tube of lubricant and a pack of condoms. Ripped one off from the strip and handed it to me like I knew what I was doing.

Self-consciousness overwhelmed me, and he clearly enjoyed lying himself back onto the bed, watching me blush as I ripped the packet open and gave my dick a few good tugs.

Still hard. How could I not be with this absolute feast of a body underneath me ?

“You like twinks, no doubt. Young-uns with no sense who will let you split them open and fuck them senseless. I can see that being your thing.”

Oh he was a little shit alright, and I just smirked, picking up the lube. Coating the palm of my hand with a generous amount before smearing it all over the condom.

Yeah, he wasn’t all wrong, but…this…

“Turn around,” I barked.

“Oh.” He grinned. “Not even going to give me some foreplay?”

At least he did as he was told, slowly turning on his side. His upper leg rising up towards his chest, one millimetre at a time. Like he was giving me a little show.

I gave his arse a little swat. Just enough to make that gorgeous skin blush.

He was…hairless. Beautiful. And that cock of his was long and pretty, pointing straight up against his stomach.

A few more tugs, then I grabbed his hips with both hands and turned him fully around as his mouth let out a little squeal. Another slap on his arse.

I had to swallow the liquid that was pooling in my mouth, then let it re-gather before I let a generous amount of spit spill out of my mouth. Landing exactly where I wanted it, at the top of his crack, so I could hold his arse cheeks open and allow the droplet to travel downwards .

That pink little opening twitching like the impatient cock-slut he clearly was. Glistening skin, as his head turned back to watch me.

There was a small amount of fear. The familiar look of uncertainty of what I was all about.

I chose not to think about that because I never did. Instead? I let my finger gather up the saliva on his skin, smearing it around in hard circles. Another slap on his arse as he twitched and moaned.

He was loving this. Unexpected, but… Yes. Oh yes. My body slowly moving as he watched me. Downwards. One millimetre at a time. Then I moved.

The shout coming from his pretty mouth as I clasped my mouth over his opening?

It went straight to my dick as his back arched and his leg twitched uncontrollably.

This guy? Perfection in my book. I had things I really enjoyed doing to my bed partners.

Like eating out their privates with enthusiasm.

If I had employed that same enthusiasm to my day job, perhaps I would have run my own company by now.

The thought made me smile into his arse as my tongue prodded deep stabs into his insides.

What a fucking gorgeous arse, those round globes clasped in my hands as I bit down on a bit of skin.

Roars. Oh yeah.

“Oh fuck you!” came from up the bed.

“No, I’m going to fuck you , Julian. Hard and fast. You ready?”

Another squeal as I clamped my mouth around that hole. Sucked at it. Prodded it. Slurped all the scents from him, letting my brain enjoy every sensation .

The smell of him. The taste of his skin. The way his body trembled. His leg once again kicking out in an involuntary spasm as everything was becoming too much for that little arse of his.

I was well endowed, but not too big, or so I’d been told. Still? I had no sympathy for wimps. I was here to fuck and fuck only, which is why I yanked his body into position and flicked the lid on that lube so I could recoat myself in the good stuff.

Another couple of tugs. My mouth drooling from the sheer sight of him.

That pink blush on his arse. The wetness.

The way his hole still twitched. Julian here, was no wimp.

He was perfection. Gorgeous. Absolutely loving this, and that was a bigger turn-on than anything else.

The way he looked at me as his head turned round, just for a second so I could catch that little smile on his face.

I’d give it to him. All of it. Whatever he wanted.

The delicious heat and pressure as I pushed the tip of my cock through his tight opening.

Don’t hold back. Don’t go slow. That wasn’t what I was all about.

I was about fucking, without giving a fuck.

Chasing my pleasure with the same impatience I used at the office.

A deep slide into that perfect arse as his mouth roared out obscenities, his hand flying back to try to control my entry.

I caught it and flung it right back. I was in control here.

I was in full control.

Bottoming out made me swallow down the sounds brewing at the back of my throat.

Deep moans wanting to escape when I just stayed silent, letting my body enjoy the complete bliss this was.

The urge to move. The way he was trying to expel me, his muscles clenching around me as his hands were desperately clawing at the sheets.

Trying to find the strength to hold himself up when I grabbed his hips and yanked at him, making his face plant straight into the pillow.

My hand on his back, holding him down.

“Stay still,” I groaned.

“Fuck you,” he shrieked.

“You want to get fucked or what?”

Yeah, that told him, as he clearly swallowed down whatever insult was on the tip of his tongue.

“Fuck.”

That came out of me, alongside my dick involuntarily spasming like it was having an unauthorised party down there. Shit.

I wasn’t going to come. I wasn’t. This was not…

No. Not happening. And the accompanying moan out of my mouth was something I wasn’t proud of.

The way my hands were suddenly shaking and my hips were trying to jerk when he had my dick completely strangled inside of him.

Twitching. Moaning. Small sounds, singing along to the desperation coming from my own.

Like we’d known how this would end, all along.

I orgasmed. Like the complete and utter fool I was.

My seed shooting into that condom, my cock wedged inside of him as his body twitched under mine.

And I couldn’t control anything. My mouth blubbering out lame words of apology as my legs gave in and I fell on top of him, squashing him underneath me.

My nose now in his hair, pressing kisses into the back of his neck, like I was trying to undo the last minute.

Make my shameful spectacle disappear. Start again.

I wanted to run, just grab my clothes and disappear out of this hellhole I’d once again found myself in. I shouldn’t do things like this; I definitely did not behave like I was right now, and I had more sense than to…

Try to kiss him.

He didn’t seem to mind my awkward fumbling around, instead trying to turn around underneath me, our bodies awkwardly shifting as I slid out of him, letting him strangely bring me into his embrace.

My cheek against his nose. His mouth placing exhausted kisses against my temple until I found myself lying against his chest, his embrace strong around my neck.

My arms around his waist, my legs curling as if I was trying to braid myself together with him. Like we were one. Just him. Me.

What an absolute clusterfuck of a day this had been.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, like he was trying to make me feel better about…what I was.

Useless. I was so bloody useless that I couldn’t even say something back.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen,” I started, letting the tip of my finger circle the nape of his neck. A stray soft hair catching my attention. Softness, everywhere.

Unexpected.

“Honestly, Julian. I…”

I raised my head, only to find his eyes closed.

His breathing soft and gentle, like I’d fucked him to sleep.

Selfishly and awkwardly, as always. The way I was.

It was just… I had to smile. Perhaps I should get up and quietly gather my belongings.

Go back to my own room and shower so I could get a good night’s sleep before tomorrow. Early meetings and all that.

But there was something else here, something I hadn’t had for a long time.

His arms were still around me, holding me. A firm grip on my shoulder, despite his relaxed state. Like he actually…wanted me here.

Ridiculous, and I chuckled, only to freeze up, hoping I hadn’t woken him up. So I lay there, in the state I was. Covered in the scent of him. His taste in my mouth.

Different. Gorgeous. And…

No. Absolutely not. I lay there and let this sink in, the whole state of me. The way I’d stumbled upon this like… I didn’t believe in fate and magic or anything like that. I did believe in goals, though. In fulfilling your desires. In pursuing what you wanted.

This was not what I wanted. It wasn’t socially acceptable. Well… I wasn’t like Ollie Easter, chasing after every male specimen with his dick already out in his hand. Or Bash Dewaert, who’d gone from getting married to Juliet Delaware herself to suddenly shagging some male physio from Hampstead.

I didn’t get it. Never had. Yet ?

I shrugged and got myself up. Removed his hands from my body and gently managed to cover him with parts of a sheet.

Bare. Naked. Gorgeous, glowing in the light from outside. It was only afternoon here in New York and just gone midnight at home.

And…

Well.

I didn’t know what I was thinking, but I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. Found my underwear discarded on the floor and put them back on, grabbing my trousers, as he turned around in his sleep, losing my carefully constructed covering.

His arse back on display, those gorgeous legs. Soft. Warm under the fingertip I let stroke up his calf.

I lifted up the sheet again, tried to arrange it better for him, and then?

I gave in. Because tiredness was a thing and even worse? He was right there. Irresistible and pretty and I wanted it. All of it. For once, it was laid right out here for me to take.

So I did, take it. I gathered his body back up in my arms, got us under the covers and smiled as he curled up against my chest.

My…Julian.

I smiled because I was a fool. But sleep claimed me in seconds and after that? I simply didn’t care.