Page 41 of Regret Me Not

But he didn’t come. Not yet.

Pierce added a little more lube—and then he added, very slowly, another finger.

Hal screamed into his forearm, and Pierce thrust hard, digging his tongue into the slit at the top and widening his fingers at the root on the bottom.

Pierce knew himself, knew he’d be gibbering by now, begging,needing, but Hal—Hal kept more inside. He grabbed his thighs, spreading himself wider, and Pierce fucked him harder, sucking him, swirling his tongue for all he was worth.

Hal let out a groan and let go of his thighs. He banged his hands into the bed as he chased his elusive orgasm, and Pierce changed tactics.

He kept his fingers in the searing heat of Hal’s body but started to move themslowly. He pulled his head back to torment the head of Hal’s cock, but he used his other hand to squeeze and strokeslowly.

He continued to tease—tongue and the faintest edge of his teeth—but he wentslowly.

Hal lost his mind.

His arms went first, flailing and pounding the bed on either side, and Pierce stopped for a moment, fingers still fucking, and issued an order. “Your nipples, Hal—pinch them!”

Hal did what he suggested, and Pierce kept up the slow pressure, the caress, the driving Hal out of his mind.

He kept squeezing the head of Hal’s cock whenever he got to the end of the stroke and… one more time… and another… and another… and….

Hal screamed, his chest lifting off the bed like he was being hauled up by strings, his head tilted back as he cried out. Pierce didn’t stop, not even when his mouth flooded, and he had to swallow, and again.

Hal collapsed against the bed in a limp heap, whimpering, “Done. I’m done,” and Pierce finally stopped. He wiped his fingers on a washcloth he’d brought, and wiped his mouth on his bare shoulder while Hal curled up on his side self-protectively and caught his breath.

“Pierce?” he said, voice quavery in the moonlight coming from the window.

“Yeah?”

“Come here. I need to kiss you.”

Pierce didn’t ask if he’d mind tasting his own come—that was part of the celebration, he figured. He scooted up to lay his head on the pillow, and Hal took his mouth, sweeping his tongue in, taking over again and again and again. Pierce kissed him back, aroused, but just as happy to neck in the dark until they fell asleep.

But Hal had words for him before that happened.

“That was amazing,” he whispered, and Pierce smiled, justifiably proud.

“You’re fun to make love to,” he said. He couldn’t remember another lover—not Cynthia, not Loren—who would have abandoned himself so thoroughly. “I could suck your cock for a month.”

Hal laughed weakly, but he was apparently thinking about something else. “I’m… I think tomorrow I’m going to go get you a gift. Is that okay?”

Pierce smiled, though, darkness and all. “Okay but not necessary,” he said, nuzzling Hal’s sweaty chest.

“I… I need to do something else, though, up in my condo.” Hal grunted. “Just, you know, some housecleaning stuff. I haven’t really been living there. I should….”

Pierce frowned. “You don’t want to move ba—”

“No! Not… not until I have to.” Hal let out a frustrated puff of air. “Just… tonight, I took care of my old business, and you did something really awesome for me. And I just want to take care of my old business again. But I don’t want you to have to—”

Pierce shoved up on his good elbow. “You’ve done nothing this month but deal with me and my old business,” he accused. “Why wouldn’t I want to help you with—?”

Hal kissed him, hard, demandingly, until Pierce was an amoeba, melting into the mattress. “Please,” he whispered. “I don’t want you to see me like… like the condo would let you see me.”

Pierce scowled, but he had to admit—he’d been out-bossed. “I could take it,” he protested, feeling young and protected and not liking it. “I actuallyamolder than you.”

Hal laughed and kissed his cheek. “Believe me, Captain Recovery, I am aware. Just….” He licked the corner of his own mouth delicately, where a shiny drop of come threatened to trickle down. “You let me be the boss between us,” he said after a moment, running his hand over Pierce’s naked chest.

“Maybe I’m just naturally submissive,” Pierce admitted, feeling like that was a big step.