As though he hadn't heard my last sentence, as though my anger scared him not at all, he reached for me, stroking me through my pants.
My free hand gripped the counter behind me for support.
"Stop that," I told him gruffly, but there was no heat in it.
All of my heat had pooled below my waist.
"Let me take care of this. You don't have to do anything for me. I just want to suck you off." His lovely black eyes looked up at me so sweetly that I felt captured by them.
I shook my head, but could not find the will to make it convincing.
He moved until his chest touched mine, still working me with his hand. I hadn't had anyone touch me like this in so long. It was hard not to let it cloud my senses.
He kissed me, his mouth coaxing mine open.
I set my coffee down very carefully, before grabbing his hair, pulling his face away from mine.
"What are you doing?"
"Kissing you. I've wanted to kiss you since the moment I laid eyes on you. Please, let me kiss you."
"I don't do this. I don't do this casual thing. I'm not like you."
"What am I like?"
"Easy. Promiscuous. I don't do sex unless I have feelings for a person."
He smiled huge. "You are a different one, aren't you? So have feelings for me, and kiss me."
"Don't make fun of me. I don't find this funny at all."
"I wasn't. I meant it. I'm putting myself out here for your enjoyment. What do I need to do to be with you? Because that's what I want."
I didn't believe him, but I kissed him for that, for the way his words made my heart race and my breath catch. We didn't pull back for a very long time, and when we did, I felt out of control.
"Come to the bathroom with me. Fuck my mouth, Stephan. I want you to do whatever you want to me with this big c**k of yours. Anything."
"You never get to f**k me, you understand?" I growled at him, gripping his hair to the point of pain. "I don't do that. Not ever. I won't even consider it."
"That's fine. That's fine."
He sounded like he meant it, and I let him tug me into the bathroom.
I had a brief moment of lucid thought, as he sat on the closed toilet in the tiny confined space, frantically undoing my pants, that in all my life I'd never done a thing so sordid, even when I'd traded my body for shelter. But I quickly lost all lucidity as I sprang into his eager hands, and he went to work on me with his mouth.
I hadn't had a lot of partners, and I'd never had a b**w j*b like the one Javier performed on me.
He deep-throated me, sucking until my vision blurred.
I didn't last thirty seconds.
I bit my lip not to shout as I came, my tip deep in his throat. I felt his muscles work as he swallowed every drop.
Perhaps there is some advantage to hooking up with a slut, I thought.
He was talented.
He stood up to kiss me when he'd sucked out every drop, still stroking me with his hand.
I flushed hotly when he pulled back. "I usually last longer than that."
He just smiled, looking happy to the point of joyful. "It was a BJ. You aren't supposed to last long, if I'm doing it right."
I raised my hand to stroke his lower lip. "You're very good at that. How often do you find yourself sucking off strangers in airplane bathrooms?"
All of the joy died from his eyes, and I was instantly sorry. Most slutty g*y men weren't sensitive about being slutty, but I'd clearly put my foot in my mouth. "That came out wrong."
"I don't know what you've heard about me, but I haven't slept around in a very long time. I just . . . liked you."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be insulting."
"Will you workout with me in the morning?"
"Okay," I agreed, since he clearly wasn't going to let it go.
"I want you to f**k me," he said, pulling back to stare at my cock, which was starting to swell again in his stroking hand.
I swallowed hard. "God, you're forward."
"Not always. Not usually. Touch me. Please."
I reached down, gripping him, stroking him through his pants. It was the first contact I'd had with that part of him. I loved the feel of him in my hands, hard and straining. He was more elegantly made than I was, though still a good size.
"Come to my room and f**k me tonight. I don't even care if you get me off. I just want you to take me."
"This is moving too fast," I told him. "We haven't even been on a date yet."
He blinked up at me, slow, hypnotizing blinks. "You want to date me?"
I didn't think I actually did. I still didn't know anything about him. We hadn't even had any real conversation yet. But his tone had been so hopeful, so unabashedly delighted, and flattered, that I found myself saying, "Isn't that the way this usually works?"
He hugged me. "Not for me. Not with guys like you."
Maybe I did want to, I found myself thinking.
He was much sweeter than he let on. Sweet could soften my heart like nothing else.
"How about tomorrow night?" I said slowly, working it out in my head. "I'll take you to dinner, maybe a movie?"
He squeezed me tighter. "I'd love that. Just the two of us?"
I laughed. "It is a date. Do you usually go on dates with more than two people?"
He pulled back to look at me, kissing my chin, and then my mouth, just pecks. "Will Bianca be okay with it?"
"She never minds staying in to read, and I'll bring her some takeout."
"So she is just a friend . . . right?"
"More than that. She's my family. My whole world."
"But not your lover?"
"No, not that."
"Good," he said, then pushed up to kiss me.
I gripped his hair and kissed him back. I was fully hard again when I tore my mouth away. I was still hanging out of my pants, and I glanced down as I started to grind against his own constrained bulge.
With a moan, he pulled my mouth back to his. He was the sweetest kisser, his lips soft but hesitant, not for lack of finesse, but almost a timid restraint, as though to communicate with the give of his mouth how he wanted me to proceed. How he wanted me to take over. That was more than fine with me.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN