Page 118 of Stolen Hearts
I don’t want to separate my mouth from his, not even for a second, to allow him to question anything. Instead, I rip his T-shirt apart as his hands pull down my briefs. I only stop kissing him to drop to my knees and take his cock in my mouth. I push him down on the bed, his abs rigid against my hand, while I use the other to work his shaft. My tongue delicately dances around his foreskin and up to the opening.
His fingers run through my hair, forcing my head back and forth.
Damn, he tastes so divine.
Christopher pushes me back, gets up, and guides me to the glass door. He pins my hands above my head as I arch my back, and he slides his cock inside me. The pain gives way to pleasure as his mouth meets my neck. The sunlight catches the side of his forehead while his dick thrusts harder and deeper. His handmoves down to my cock, and his wrist matches the thrust of his dick in and out of me.
God, he feels so good inside me.
“Take me,” I say, and he spins me around.
He lifts me up as I wrap my legs around him and guide his cock back inside. His mouth meets mine, his appetite is insatiable as he continues to plow my hole.
“You want it?” he asks, pulling his lips from mine.
His domineering tone makes me succumb to desire even more.
I want it all. His taste. His thrusts. His load.
“Give it to me,” I plead.
My cock rubs up and down against his abs while he continues to thrust deeper and deeper into me, driving us onward into a state of ecstasy. He sets a rhythm that’s as merciless as it is exquisite.
My left hand drops from his neck to grab his ass cheek when I feel his pace quicken. His head nods, his eyes widening as I devour his mouth. He’s close and I want to feel it all. Two more thrusts hit my G-spot and his thick loads explodes inside of me as I shoot mine all over his chest.
The orgasm hits me two seconds later as he moves to the bed and drops us both down on to it. My body tingles all over as he pulls himself out and scoops the cum from his chest, sliding it into his mouth and swallowing it down.
The heavy panting between us hides an awkward silence as he lifts himself to the pillows and studies me.
“I think I might love you too.”
The right side of his lips lift as his hazel eyes light up. His words set fireworks off in my heart. The words I’ve been longing to hear for weeks are finally leaving his mouth.He might love me too.
Sure, it’s not a definite, but I’ll take it.
I scan every inch of his body as the sun shines behind him,giving him an angel-like aura. It’s an image I want to capture in my mind forever.
I push myself upward toward him and take a leap of faith.
It’s now or never.
“Does that mean you’re ready to become boyfriends?”
The flutter of his eyelashes matches the flutter in my chest.
My ass cheeks clench as I wait for him to respond.
Please say yes. Please don’t sour this perfect moment between us.
He takes a deep inhale as if bracing himself and then finally speaks.
“Yes.”
I’ve been on cloud nine all day, ever since Christopher agreed to being boyfriends. I’d bounced round the studio with a flurry of song ideas. Then I zoomed down the PCH to drop off the presents to the label, and smiled with delight when I picked him up from his office to bring him to the airport.
Even the sight of John’s name on my phone as we pulled up outside departures didn’t evoke the usual response his previous calls had, when he’d shared news of the latest round of negotiations with Paul.
I turn to look at Christopher to make sure I’ve heard John correctly, and he nods.
