Page 17 of Tough Call

“Holy shit, you’re hot,” I said before I could stop myself.

An adorably bashful chuckle broke through, and he came closer, reaching for me. “You’re one to talk,” he growled, and then he claimed my mouth, deep and hard and messy.

Forget ogling him. I could stare at him later. Right now, this was what I wanted—his mouth against mine and our naked bodies pressed together.

I broke away long enough to pull back the covers, and then we were in bed, tangled up in each other. Oh, fuck, I loved the way his body felt. Every muscle was tight and lean, every groove and contour perfect beneath my palms and fingertips. His hot skin made me dizzy, and the hardness of his dick against me had me trembling with need. I didn’t even know what I needed us to be doing, only that I wanted friction and heat and long, messy kisses.

Madars’ lips left mine with some murmured Latvian profanity, and then he was kissing up and down my throat. I arched under him as I dragged my nails up his back, which made him hiss.

“Fuck,” he breathed before kissing beneath my jaw. “I don’t even know where to start.”

Some witty comment like “you’re doing just fine” or “this is a damn good start” tried to make its way out of my mouth, but then he nipped my collarbone and all I managed was a wordless whimper. Madars had always been the most amazing kisser anyway, and this unhurried exploration of my body with his lips was perfect. He was confident now in ways he hadn’t been in the past—neither of us had known what we were doing—and I could’ve spent the rest of the night just letting him kiss, lick, and nibble every inch of my skin.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, running my fingers through his hair. “I love that.”

He looked up at me as he circled my nipple with the tip of his tongue. “I’m not even doing anything yet.”

“Y-yeah, you are.” I squirmed under him. “Fuck, Madars…”

A hot breath of laughter rushed across my skin, and then he was teasing my nipple again. Lips, teeth, tongue—he had me arching off the bed and pleading for more. More of his touch. More of his mouth. More of him.

Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “Let me suck your dick.”

A shiver went through him, and he gazed up at me with fire in his eyes. “Yeah? That’s what you want?”

I nodded, licking my lips. “Yes. Please.”

He made a low sound from the back of his throat as he crawled back up over me, and then he was kissing me again, deep and hard, as the dick I wanted to suck pressed against my hip. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this turned on—if I’d ever been this turned on—and I wanted more even if I went up in flames.

“That what you want?” he asked again in a hoarse whisper. “To suck my dick?”

I whimpered and nodded. “Yeah.”

Fuck, if it were possible for a man’s gaze to make me come, Madars’ smoldering eyes would’ve made me go off then and there.

He brushed his lips across mine again. I nudged him onto his back, and I loved the way he swore under his breath as I headed down. When my lips grazed his cock, he sucked in a sharp hiss, and I gazed up at him. Fuck, he was gorgeous, and that helpless, needy, pleading expression was sublime.

Then I took him in my mouth, and we both groaned.

Shaky fingers carded through my hair. “Holy shit, you’re good at that.”

I hummed around him and took him deeper, reveling in his choked moan. I’d always enjoyed giving head, but doing it to Madars was incredible. He was so damn responsive, murmuring my name and curses and encouragement as I licked and stroked him. His fingers tightened in my hair, and the sting in my scalp gave me goose bumps. I should’ve grown it out longer so he had more to hold on to.

Well, whatever. He managed to get somewhat of a grip, and it was enough to hurt a little—perfect.

And speaking of perfect… this man’s cock. He was slightly bigger than me, but not so big that I couldn’t blow him comfortably. If he was at all into topping—oh God, yeah, I could take a dick like this all night.

Regardless of size, I wanted to take his dick all night. Every time I ran my tongue up the shaft or around the head, every time I took him into my mouth and let him slide between my lips and over my tongue, I needed him even more. I hadn’t been this horny in I didn’t know how long, and I wanted Madars to drill me into oblivion. Or take me—if he wanted me to ride his beautiful ass until we both lost it⁠—

I had to pause and catch my breath. Just thinking about one of us fucking the other had me so keyed up, I was on the verge of coming fast enough to embarrass myself.

“You all right?” he asked breathlessly.

“I’m good. I’m…” I swept my tongue across my lips as I gazed up into those stunning eyes. “Just really, really turned on.”

He grinned. “You too, huh?”

“Ooh, yeah.” I came back up and straddled him, and he hauled me down into a hard, greedy kiss. We made out. We rutted together. We pawed at each other. Fuck, I was going to end up coming before either of us had touched my dick, and honestly, I didn’t mind.