Page 148 of Not Safe For Work

The front door was unlocked, so I stepped inside and hurried up the stairs to his bedroom.

And there beside his bed, the most gorgeous thing I’d seen in a long time:

Rick. On his knees. Completely naked. Completely hard.

Our eyes met, and we both grinned.

“You know…” I crouched in front of him. “Any other time, I might’ve given you hell for giving me orders.” I touched his face, warm electricity rippling up my arm as my fingertips brushed his freshly shaved jaw. “But you look so good like this, how can I say no?”

His grin got even bigger as he let me draw him in, and the instant our lips touched, he moaned.

“God, I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too.” I kissed him once more and had every intention of drawing it out, but this position was quickly getting uncomfortable. And I had no idea how long he’d been kneeling like this, so I broke the kiss, stood, and extended my hand. “Come up. Let’s not piss off your knees.”

“Thank you.” He clasped his hand around my arm, and I helped him to his feet.

“No Dom/sub games tonight,” I said, wrapping my arms around him. “Another night, definitely. But tonight…”

“That’s fine with me.” His smile sent my pulse into the stratosphere. “We’ll have plenty of other nights to do that.”

We would, wouldn’t we? Even more than I’d been before things had gone to shit, I was certain there was a future here, that we had many, many nights ahead of us. There was no hurry.

Well, no hurry except to get into bed with him now.

I curved my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down into another kiss.

He unbuttoned my collar and made it to the second button before his hands wandered to my shoulders. He dragged me down on top of him, and I didn’t protest. Power games were for another night. Right now, nothing mattered except breathing him in and making him come. Not even that—just making him feel good. Making him hot. Touching him. Holding him.

And my God, I wanted to feel his skin against mine, but removing clothes meant taking my hands off him, so body heat through fabric was just going to have to do. This was definitely enough. All I wanted was him. I could turn him on and turn him inside out. And all because he wanted it, and I wanted it, and there were no contracts or paychecks or careers hanging in the balance. Just him, me and the promise of getting him off—eventually—for no other reason than to make him feel good.

Somehow, we opened a few buttons on my shirt, and at some point, my belt was unbuckled. Had he done it? Had I? Had it just fallen apart? Didn’t matter. Made it easier for him to unbutton and unzip my pants, and the next thing I knew, they were over my hips, and suddenly skin was touching sensitive skin, and I was so fucking turned on I thought I was going to pass out.

Still kissing me in between short, uneven breaths, he gripped my half-buttoned shirt, bunching it in his fists as if he thought I might pull away. Not a chance.

He tried to roll me onto my back, but I pinned him down, and he moaned into my kiss. I used my hips to hold him there, and…fuck. The underside of my cock rubbed his. I loved the way it felt, so I lifted my hips and wrapped my fingers around both our cocks. As I stroked them, I moved against him too. Jesus Christ. I hoped he felt half as good as I did—the friction, the tightness, just being this close to his rock-hard dick. I couldn’t have been more aroused right then if I were deep inside him—just having him in my arms, having his cock in my hand and his body trembling beneath mine, was enough to drive me out of my mind.

“God, I want to fuck you,” I panted. “Fuck your mouth, and then bend you over and—” A shudder cut me off. “But I don’t…want to let go.”

“Oh my God,” he groaned as I thrust harder against him.

And the friction was delicious, but I let him go and ground out, “Get me some lube.”

He reached for the nightstand and grabbed the bottle.

I was right—separating long enough to strip, put on a condom and put on some lube would be too much. As it was, taking my hands off him long enough to pour some lube on my palm was too much, and the capped bottle hadn’t even hit the bed before I had to kiss him again.

Oh, but it was worth it. As I thrust against him, our slick cocks slid across each other inside my tight fist.

“Holy shit,” he murmured. He pushed back, thrusting from below. “That feels amazing.”

“Does it?”

“Uh-huh.” He shivered hard. “God, Jon. Oh my God.”

I brushed my lips across his, but I was panting too hard, so I settled for one kiss and kept right on thrusting, kept right on driving myself—and please, God, Rick too—closer to a powerful orgasm.

“Shit. Shit. I am so—” He arched beneath me. “C-can I come?”