Page 23 of Come As You Are
His kiss was insistent, his hands pulling at my shirt like I had done with his, only he didn’t stop with lifting it, he wanted it off. I obliged by sitting up slightly, and he had my shirt over my head and off in a flash.
Vee sat back on his heels and stared at me. “Wow,” he said. “I thought you were gorgeous the first time I saw you, but—”
“Now you’re reconsidering?”
“Hardly. You’re fucking amazing.”
“You’re no slouch yourself.” I nodded toward him. “Can I return the favor?”
“Sure.”
I sat up and pulled his shirt off, revealing the beautiful chest I’d seen every night he was dancing and wondering why it had taken me until that moment in Olivia’s office to realize I was crazy attracted to him. Admiring the taut abs I’d already felt, and the smooth, creamy skin I’d run my hands over, I marveled that I had been so clueless.
Vee’s chest was nearly hairless, just a fine dusting of dark hair between his pecs and the thinnest of treasure trails leading below the waistband of his jeans. My mouth filled with saliva at the thought of being able to see and taste what lay beneath that layer of denim, but I wasn’t going to push. I could be patient. I could wait. Maybe.
As if we both realized that we’d been staring at each other without touching, Vee reached for me at the same moment I reached for him. We connected in a tangle of arms and mouths, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted skin. I wanted to feel his heat against my bare chest. I wanted him in my bed. Like right now.
“Can we move this to the bedroom?” I asked.
On the TV, an episode ended in a round of applause as if the whole studio audience was in agreement with that plan.
Vee nodded, and I took his hand and led him the short distance from the couch to my bed.
My room wasn’t much bigger than the one Vee was staying in, but it was large enough for a king-sized bed and a dresser. At the foot of the bed, we paused to explore each other’s mouths again. As we kissed, I put my hand on the button to his jeans, then broke the kiss so I could look in his eyes when I asked him if I could undo them.
Nodding, Vee looked dazed, so I asked again.
“Tell me,” I said, my voice deep and rough. “I need to hear you tell me that you’re okay with this.”
It took a moment for Vee’s eyes to refocus, and for me to be sure that he was actually looking at me. He started to nod, then stopped himself. “Yes,” he said. “I’ve wanted you since I walked in the doors of Illyria. I just wasn’t quite believing this was happening.”
“Only if you want it to.”
“I do, Bast. Believe me, I do.”
“Okay, then.”
I made short work of getting those jeans off him, undoing the button, then peeling them down his legs to reveal what I’d only felt that night we danced at the club. At the time, I thought we were only playing to the crowd, giving them a bit of a tease to boost Vee’s tips and mine. Now I knew it for what it was: both of us getting a taste of what we wanted.
Kneeling before him, I tapped each foot so he could step out of the jeans and be fully naked. I gazed up and took in the sight of Vee’s tightly muscled body. Sure, I’d seen almost all of it before, but not this close and not all the way from his toes to the stunning eyes that looked at me with wide-eyed wonder as I kissed and caressed my way up his legs.
I rose to my knees as I reached the part of Vee’s body that had always been hidden from me. People might say his go-go shorts left nothing to the imagination, but they must have more vivid imaginations than mine because Vee’s cock was a work of art. Freed from any confines, it was long and straight with a slight curve to the right with a wide flared head I couldn’t wait to have in my mouth.
So, I didn’t. I leaned forward and licked the tip of it with the point of my tongue tasting a bright burst of precum from Vee’s slit that made me open my mouth and swallow him. Vee gasped and put his hands on my shoulders to steady himself. That was all the encouragement I needed to take him to the back of my throat.
“Oh, my God,” Vee shouted as I continued to work him with my mouth and tongue. “Oh, shit. Fuck. Bast!” That was all the warning I got before my mouth filled with his load. I swallowed and kept teasing at him until his cock got too sensitive to feel good.
Rising to my feet, I took him in my arms and steered him toward the bed where he collapsed gratefully. I stripped out of my jeans and climbed up next to him, turning him so I couldspoon him. Even though I was hard—almost painfully so—it was more important that I take care of Vee and give him time to recover from what seemed to have been an overwhelming orgasm.
“Do you want me to do that to you?” Vee whispered.
“Only if you want to.”
“I do. I just don’t know if I’d be any good at it.”
“You’ve never given a guy a blow job?” I asked suddenly worried that I’d crossed a line I shouldn’t have.
“I have,” Vee said, a note of defiance creeping into his voice.
