Page 18 of Tough Call

He wasn’t going to let me go untouched, though.

“My turn,” he murmured, rolling me onto my back. “You don’t get to have all the fun.”

I laughed, and then he was kissing his way down my throat, and I was dizzy with need. I’d been happily blowing him without even caring if he reciprocated, but now that he was headed that way—oh, hell, yes.

He was in no hurry, though. Instead, he worked at my neck for ages, then started down my chest. My nipples had never had this much attention; by the time he continued down my abs, I was fucking vibrating with arousal.

The closer his kisses came to my cock, the harder it was to breathe. I wanted to feel his talented mouth working its magic, but he was in no hurry at all. Lazy trails of light kisses. Exploring my hipbone like it was something completely new. Kissing and nipping along the inside of my thigh.

And when I was a breath away from “Just blow me already, damn it,” he ran his tongue along the underside of my dick, and I almost lost my mind.

“Madars,” I whispered, not even sure what I meant to say. “Fuck…”

He hummed softly and continued licking and teasing. Then he steadied my cock with his hand, and I closed my eyes, knowing he was about to really get to work. If he was half as good at oral as he was at kissing, he’d have to peel me off the damn ceiling.

Oh. God. He was that good. He gave head like it was an art form he’d perfected. Teasing with his tongue and fingers. Licking everything he could reach. The only thing that stopped me from suggesting he finger my ass was that I’d probably blow my load the second he touched my hole. It was a genuine miracle I hadn’t lost it already anyway.

“Come up here,” I begged. “Kiss me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Frustration zinged through me when he stopped his ministrations on my cock, but then he was back on top of me, kissing the breath right out of me. We rutted against each other again and pawed at each other, hunger in every touch and moan, and by the time we came up for air this time, the room was spinning around me.

Panting hard, Madars murmured, “If I didn’t have to skate tomorrow, I’d beg you to fuck me.”

I whimpered, squirming under him at the mere thought of pushing into that beautiful ass. “Mmph. I so would, too…”

“Yeah?” He grinned down at me. “So you top?”

I nodded. “And bottom.”

Madars bit his lip and groaned softly, swearing in one language or another.

“You switch?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.” He frotted against me and purred, “I don’t care who’s on top—I just love to fuck.”

“Mmm, me too.” I dragged my fingers up his back. “And I don’t have to skate tomorrow.”

Interest gleamed in those gorgeous dark eyes. “Ooh, so does that mean I can top you tonight?”

I arched again, restless with need. “Please top me tonight.”

He mumbled something in Latvian as he leaned down to kiss my neck. I didn’t know the words, but the hunger and horniness came through loud and clear. In our past life, we’d brushed up against the idea of trying anal, but we’d never been brave enough to go there together.

Tonight, there was no fear. No nerves. I had experience and so did he, and even if we hadn’t, I wanted to experience everything with him

“Let me get you ready,” he whispered, “and then I want to come in you.”

“Fuuuck.” The word came out like a ragged breath as I shivered in his arms.

He grinned. “You want that?”

“Uh-huh. Please?”

Madars licked his lips, and my toes curled as my spine arched beneath us.

“Do you have condoms?” he asked.

“Mmhmm. In… In my shaving kit.”