Timing (213 page)

“Stop,” I breathed out, taking in gulps of air.

His eyes were heavy-lidded, his mouth curling in the corner as he

looked at me. “I can feel your heart beating in your cock,” he said,

leaning in to bite the curve of my shoulder where it met my neck. “I

need to taste you”

“Stop,” I panted, feeling his words in the pit of my stomach.

“I don’t wanna stop,” he said, his voice hoarse, deep. “I just

wanna touch you.”

“Rand––”

“Stop fighting,” he said, his fingers moving fast to unsnap the top

button of my jeans, the zipper succumbing next. Opening the flaps, he

pushed my jeans and briefs down fast with his one hand, the other still

wrapped around my shaft. “Just let me have you.”

He went to his knees and took me into his mouth. I smiled when

he gagged, watched him look up at me with a mischievous grin, and

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then gasped when he instantly tried again. In seconds, he learned not to

take all of me in at once, to use his hand and his lips together to make

me catch my breath. He licked and sucked, and it was the worst and

best blowjob I ever had. His utter joy, the way he surrendered himself

so completely to his desire, and how wet and hot his mouth was, all of

it nearly pushed me over the edge.

When I shoved him back, he looked like I’d hit him. The look

was replaced instantly with wonder when I pulled him to his feet and

pushed him down on the bed. I made quick work of his belt, his briefs,

and jeans yanked to his knees before I went to mine in front of the cock

I had uncovered. It was beautiful, long, thick, and cut, the color a deep

golden brown, and it was completely stiff and waiting for me. The

musky smell of him and the bead of pre-come at the end of the flared

head were intoxicating. When I took him into my mouth, the groan he

let out was hoarse and deep.

“Jesus.” He writhed under me, clutching at my hair as I

swallowed him down, deep-throating him with practiced ease. I give a

killer blowjob, and the way he called my name let me know that I was

driving him out of his mind. “God… Stef, you gotta stop, I don’t

wanna… I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”

I had no intention of stopping. The end to wanting Rand

Holloway was in sight. The man I had lusted after since I was eighteen

years old was lying under me, the hard silky length of him gliding in

and out of my mouth. I wasn’t about to let him get away. I sucked

harder, the suction too strong for him to keep control. His hands were

in my hair as he rocked into me, fucking my mouth. I swallowed hard

as my throat was suddenly coated with his thick, salty come, taking it

all, leaving nothing but his quivering release. When I lifted my head,

smiling wickedly, he reached for me, pulling me up to him and then

down into a kiss. His mouth opened for me, and his tongue tangled

with mine, sucking, tasting himself. He couldn’t get enough, arching up

into me, his hands clutching at my skin.

I had to break the kiss so I could breathe. My head and my lungs

were ready to explode. “We should stop… we can still stop and you

can still say you’re straight.”

His smile was huge. “I don’t think so.”

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“Rand, you––”

“Stef,” he growled, rolling over on top of me, shucking out of his

pants, pulling and yanking, pinning me under him so I couldn’t move.

Like I wanted to. I was having too much fun watching his frustration

with his clothes, how disheveled and sweaty he looked, and how he had

to bend his head every few seconds and lick my leaking cock. “I just

want to be inside you, and I really doubt that wanting that makes me

straight.”

His confession was designed to give me heart failure.

He froze suddenly, every bit of his attention locked on me. “Is

that something you would let me do… be inside you?”

“Oh God, yes,” I nearly moaned.

His smile was slow as his eyes swallowed me. “I’ve seen you,

you know.”

I watched his long fingers as they worked over my shaft, sliding

from the base to the head as it hardened and dripped pre-come. Did he

know how good it felt?

“I was in town once when you were going out with that guy Brett.

You didn’t hear me come in. Charlotte had given me her key. You guys

were in bed, and when I looked in your bedroom, I saw you.”

He was gorgeous there above me, the hard, corded muscles,

washboard stomach, and beautifully sculpted chest. I had always

admired the beauty of the man, his permanently tousled black hair and

sexy blue eyes. I was finally free to look at him for as long as I wanted.

“You had your legs over his shoulders and his cock was buried in

your ass and he was jerking you off while he fucked you.” He smiled

seductively, his eyes barely open. “Let’s do that.”

I shook my head.

“Why not? Would it hurt you?”

“You hurting me is not the issue.”

“Then what?”

“Rand, if you do this and then hate me afterwards, I––”

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“I could never hate you,” he assured me. “What do we need?”

“Rand, you might hate––”

“Isn’t there lube or something?” he demanded.

I pointed at the nightstand, and he stretched for it, lengthening out

his beautiful body but not letting me move. He wanted me right where I

was.

“Listen,” he said as he settled himself back, straddling my thighs.

“I haven’t been with anyone since my ex-wife Jenny, okay? I have the

paper at home that says I’m clean, but you gotta take my word for it

and let me skip the condom.”

I was overwhelmed. “Rand, you can’t want to––”

“Oh fuck yeah, I want to.”

I had to concentrate on breathing. “Listen, I’m clean, too, but you

shouldn’t just take my word for it. I’ve been with more guys than––”

“Not anymore,” he said, leaning down to deliver a kiss that curled

my toes. The man was so hot, and he really knew how to kiss me.

“You’re done with anybody else.”

His words drove through me like a freight train.

“And I know you think I’m fulla shit right now, but you wait and

see,” he said, leaning over and kissing me again, this time tenderly, his

lips lingering over mine. When he pulled back, he was smiling. “Now

tell me what to do.”

“Here.” I held out my hand for the tube. “Let me make you

ready.”

He handed it to me, and he shivered when I popped open the lid.

The man had it really bad for me, and I never had a clue.

I coated his long, beautiful cock with the lube until it glistened in

the faint light from the bathroom. My fingers sliding over his hot skin

were making his breath falter.

“God, that feels amazing.”

I knew it did.

“God, Stefan… please… please….”

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He didn’t need to beg me. I shifted under him, staring up into his

now heavy-lidded eyes. “Put your arms under my knees.”

As big and strong as he was, he lifted me effortlessly. “I want…

can it be gentle next time?”

Permission needed to be given. “Yes.”

I felt the head of his cock slide slowly between my cheeks before

he pressed against me. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Rand.”

The thrust into me was hard and fast, and I moaned loudly as all

my muscles tightened at once.

“Shit,” he sounded pained. “Oh Stef, I’m so––”

“Stop,” I ordered, wrapping my legs around him so he couldn’t

pull back out. “This is part of it, Rand, just stay.”

His balls were against my ass, and his hands were on my thighs,

his fingers digging into my skin. “You feel so good… and looking at

you… Jesus, Stefan.”

“Fuck me,” I begged him. “Do it now.”

He reacted instantly, filling me, driving inside so hard and so

deep that I was sure that I felt him in my abdomen.

“Oh God,” he moaned, his body reacting like an electrical current

had coursed through him. I was very pleased with myself for eliciting

such a gut-wrenching convulsion. The man was so hot, so sexy, and he

had no idea “Stefan.” My name came out as a raspy groan. “You’re so

tight an’ hot.”

I felt the muscles in my ass clenching and tightening as he pushed

in and out of me, burying himself to the hilt with each new thrust, over

and over, setting a hammering pace.

“Stefan,” he groaned out my name.

I pressed back into him, seating myself deeper on his rigid shaft.

“You’re so hard, you feel so good. Move… don’t stop.”

He thrust deep inside, and I gasped, but when he checked my

face, I smiled at him before asking to be fucked harder and faster still.

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“I don’t wanna hurt––”

“You could never hurt me, it’s not in you.”

I saw the muscles in his jaw clench.

“What?” I teased him, lifting my knees as he leaned forward,

arching my back so my legs could slide over his shoulders, bring him

deeper. “I should trust you. It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” He swallowed hard, and his voice was husky and low.

“Tell me.”

“I just… this is how I always wanted to be… inside you,” he said,

bending toward me. “Kissing you… filling you up.”

The angle slid his cock over my prostate. I nearly came up off the

bed. “Oh God, Rand, please.”

“Feel good?” he asked before he pushed down into me.

There were no words. Between the feel of him deep inside and

knowing that it was Rand Holloway I held in my arms, I was lost. My

body jerked under his, shuddering before I cried out, my head rolling

back, my eyes closed as I rode out my throbbing, heart-stopping

climax.

“Stefan!” He roared my name, and when I opened my eyes, I

realized that he had never looked more beautiful. His body went rigid

seconds later, and I felt the flood of liquid warmth in my ass.

We were silent, riding out the aftershocks, both of us trembling.

When I could breathe, I looked up at him.

“Jesus Christ, I think I’m blind.”

He sounded so serious that I had to laugh at him; then he

collapsed on top of me, boneless and exhausted. I ran my hands down

the sweat-dampened planes of his back, letting my fingers touch his hot

skin, trace his spine, feel the rippling muscles. I felt more than heard

his chuckle and rolled my head to look at his face. His eyes were dark

and wet, his pupils huge.

“What’s wrong?”

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“Nothing’s wrong,” he promised, bending his head to nuzzle the

side of my neck before placing gentle kisses down the column of my

throat. “How could anything be wrong?”

“I just wanted it to be perfect.”

“If it was any more perfect, I’d be dead.” He exhaled deeply,

pulling slowly out of my body.

I just stared at him as he lifted up off of me before leaning back

down to kiss me, his mouth warm on mine.

And in that second, I was filled with a certainty that scared me to

death. I broke the kiss and rolled over on my back. What the hell was I

going to do?

He followed me, draped a leg between mine, and propped his

head up on his elbow to look down into my face. “Freaking out?”

How was he so calm? “Yeah. Why, aren’t you?”

He nodded, the evil grin back, making his wet eyes glow.

“You’re amazing.”

“No,” he said, using his fingers to trace my eyebrow, then down

my nose to my mouth. “You, my friend… you are amazing. I had no

idea it would be like that.”

I squinted at him as he traced my lips.

“I have never just… it felt good… right.”

“That’s great,” I muttered, shoving him off me, rolling to my side.

“And now that your curiosity is satisfied–– you need to get the hell

outta my bed.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep,” I said flatly. “Just go or––”

His laughter washed over me, loud and deep and full of absolute

relief.

“Fine, I’ll go,” I snapped at him, lifting up to move.

He grabbed my shoulder and pinned me down on the bed,

hovering above me, his eyes locked on my face. “Don’t be an idiot. I

already told you I wasn’t curious.”

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“Then what the hell is going on?” I never worried after sex. I

never even cared, but I had never been in bed with the man who had

starred in every fantasy I’d had since I was a freshman in college.

“What’s going on is that I want to take you home with me.”

My eyes lifted to his.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited?”

I yanked him down to me, kissing him hard and deep, the kiss

rough and claiming. I wanted to be gentle, but between the aching need

in my chest and the overwhelming desire to make him mine, there was

no way. I rolled him over and had him flat on his back seconds later.