Chapter Twelve
Despite their eagerness to explore their potentially sock-detonating chemistry some more, they agreed to take a short break to eat the reheated takeout. Even that was fun, with both of them offering the other bits of food from their chopsticks.
“I’m impressed.” Full, Leah pushed away the carton.
“With what?” he asked.
“Your willingness to let me put my mouth on your chopsticks.”
He focused a little too carefully on the piece of chicken he was lifting toward his mouth. “My mouth has been on your mouth several times, and my tongue has touched your tongue, so it would be silly to balk at sharing utensils.”
“Very true.” What was wrong with her that his ultra-logical words made her so wet? She squirmed a little in her chair, and his gaze locked on her, his head tilted slightly, as if he was thinking.
“We should go to bed,” he said abruptly. His cheeks flushed dark red. “That is... You need to get up early tomorrow for work.”
At the mention, Leah remembered that Q would be on his date right now, which meant that she was flying solo in the morning. She groaned.
“What’s wrong?” Hamilton asked.
“Q has a date tonight.” When Hamilton gave her a confused look, she clarified why that mattered. “I’m working by myself tomorrow. On a Saturday. Ugh.”
He relaxed back in his chair. “I’ll help.”
“Are you sure?” She eyed his face, looking for any sign of reluctance. Even though he liked her cupcakes—well, loved her cupcakes to the point of obsession—baked goods were still a paltry reward for all the early morning help he’d been giving her. “I didn’t tell you about Q’s date to try to guilt you into offering. If you’d rather sleep in and do normal Saturday things, that’s honestly fine. It’ll be busy, but I can handle it. I’ve done it before.”
“I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to do it.” The straightforward way he said it reassured Leah. Of course he wouldn’t offer to help just to be polite. Hamilton didn’t do politeness—especially if he didn’t want to do something. “I enjoy it. Baking is soothing.”
Relief filled her chest with warmth. “Thank you.” Standing, she moved behind him and gave him a hug. Her chest pressed against his shoulders, and even that little touch ramped up her arousal. It was like she was addicted to the man. Trying to distract herself so she didn’t strip off the athletic pants he’d pulled on after their shower and have her way with him in the middle of his kitchen, she pulled away and started gathering takeout containers. “I didn’t want to disappoint Q, but Saturdays without help aren’t fun.”
He didn’t respond except to stand and help her clear the table. From the way he kept staring at her, holding eye contact when she met his gaze, she knew exactly where his mind was. Luckily, that was exactly where her mind was, as well. As they straightened the kitchen, the silence tightened until the air around them was practically vibrating from tension. Leah started turning it into a game, brushing against him as she moved past, getting a little closer than necessary when reaching around him to place their glasses in the sink, letting her fingers trail over whatever body part was available—his abs or ass or veined forearms.
His jaw got tighter and tighter as he wiped down the counter and swabbed out the sink. When all the food was put away and the kitchen looked pretty darn clean to her, Leah let her hip nudge against the bulge straining the front of his pants.
The kitchen spun as he flipped her over his shoulder. Before she realized what had happened, he was charging up the stairs with her ass in the air and her upper body dangling down his back.
“What are you doing?” she asked, laughing breathlessly.
“Taking you to bed.”
Since his ass was right there in front of her, she grabbed it with both hands and squeezed hard. She couldn’t seem to make any sort of dent in the tight muscle. In retaliation, he gave her butt a sharp spank, leaving his hand there so she squirmed with pleasure at the contact. Leaning forward, he tipped her onto her back on the bed and then followed her down, looming over her on his hands and knees.
“We’re going to do stuff in a bed? Not the shower?” Immediately, she wished she could take the words back. It had been dumb to remind him about his mess phobia.
Judging by his unperturbed expression, she shouldn’t have worried. “Yes. We’re both clean, and we can deal with any fluids afterward.”
Her laugh was strangled. “Why is your nerdy sex terminology so hot?”
“Is it?” His smile grew a little. “I could continue, if you like. The greatest increase in sexually transmitted infections—”
“Okay!” Her shout cut him off mid-fact. “Maybe not STIs.”
“Right. How about I use my mouth for something different?” Without waiting for a response, he started kissing her.
Immediately swept up into the lust tornado that Hamilton always inspired, Leah opened her mouth to him and tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging gently like he always did to her. From the sound he made against her mouth, he liked it just as much as she had. His hips dropped, pinning her to the mattress as he ground his erection against her covered pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist, cursing her panties and T-shirt. Why had she bothered to get dressed after their shower? She should’ve known that clothes would just be a frustrating barrier.
Pushing up her shirt, he kissed her belly, making her sensitive skin flinch and prickle with goose bumps. His mouth followed his hands as he pushed the hem higher and higher, until she lifted her arms over her head, and he pulled the shirt off and tossed it to the side. She expected him to start kissing her again then, or maybe suck on her nipples, but he surprised her by rolling her onto her side, facing away from him.
He kissed her back—long, wet kisses that slowly worked their way up her spine until he reached the nape of her neck. By that time, she was moaning, her hips tipping back toward him, her pussy trying to find his cock or his hand or his tongue, anything that would assuage this burning ache. He stretched out behind her, pressing his front to the full length of her back, but it still wasn’t enough contact for Leah—she needed more.
Trailing his hand over her side, following the slope down at her waist and back up again to her hip, he slid his fingers toward her throbbing center. When he cupped her pussy, she let out a low moan. No matter how many times he touched her there, it always shattered her in the best way.
His breath bobbled a little as he pushed his hand down more tightly, flicking her clit with his thumb as he did so. With a hungry sound, she jerked her hips forward, pushing into the touch. The movement made her lose contact with his erection, though, so she quickly tucked her ass backward, grinding against him as she held his hand against her, wanting to get both the sensations at once.
With a sound that was much too close to a growl to have come from Hamilton, he worked his hand under her panties. Lightly, he stroked the length of her pussy, down and back up again, before catching her clit between two fingers. She arched her back, torn between pressing into the contact and pulling away. It was almost too intense, having him touch her without any barrier, just skin to skin—wet and slippery and incredibly sensitive skin.
Then his fingers were inside her, and she cried out.
“Good?” His voice was husky and low, all the polish having been scraped off, and Leah loved it that way. When he was all perfect and neat, it made her want to get him dirty. Now she’d done it. They were in his bed, not his shower, and his fingers were coated in her moisture. Even with him behind her where she couldn’t see him, she knew he was a sweaty, rumpled, desperate mess, and that made her crazy with need.
He started to withdraw his fingers, and she clamped down on them instinctually, reminded that he’d just asked her a question. “Yes, it’s good. It’s more than good.” If his voice had been rough, hers was even worse. She sounded like she’d been screaming for hours.
Her reassurances worked, and he pushed them back inside her, withdrawing only to drive them inside her again. His hips worked against her in the same rhythm, smacking against her ass as his fingers plunged deep, making it feel like he was actually thrusting his cock inside of her.
Without losing the rhythm, he rolled on top of her, turning her onto her belly, his weight pressing her into the mattress. She tented her hips, not wanting to trap his hand, not wanting to do anything that might make him stop the wonderful, amazing things he was doing. Despite that, he still stopped, pulling his fingers out of her as he drew his hand out of her underwear.
“Ham, don’t stop.” It was an out-and-out whine, but Leah didn’t care. She was humming with desperate need, and he was abandoning her.
“Shh.” He sat up, and she started to complain, but then she felt him yank her panties down her legs. Shifting farther down the bed, he pulled them off her feet, leaving her bare. “I have to taste you.”
A thrill shot through her as he shifted her as if she were a poseable action figure—a dirty poseable action figure—moving her knees toward her belly and then spreading them wide, so her ass was up in the air, her pussy exposed to him. Then his face pressed against one leg, and she went still, worried that, if she moved, Hamilton would realize what he was doing—and how very messy it was—and everything marvelous would end.
He didn’t pull away, though. Back and forth, first on one thigh and then the other, he kissed her. Some were light brushes, some were long, hot swipes of his tongue, some were his teeth scraping across her over-sensitized skin, but all were incredibly hot. By the time he reached her center, she was mewling, her face pressed into her pillow to help muffle her helpless sounds.
He gave her pussy an opened-mouth kiss and then groaned. The vibrations from the sound made her shudder and bite down on the pillow.
“You do taste sweet,” he said, his warm breath hitting against her sensitive wet flesh. “I knew you would.”
The meaning of his words struck her as his mouth found her clit. He’d thought about this, about her, about doing this to her. At the bakery, when she’d been trying to hide how turned-on he’d made her, he’d seemed cool and indifferent, but he’d been thinking about having his mouth on her pussy. Knowing that, along with the lightest scrape of his teeth against her clit, was all it took to set her off. She screamed into the pillow as she came, her muscles tight, pleasure rippling through her until she went limp. Only his grip on her legs kept her from collapsing onto the bed.
As she gradually recovered, she realized he was still playing with her, kissing and nipping at her ass cheeks, licking the base of her spine. Her satiated body started to heat again, although more slowly than when his mouth was on her pussy. She pushed her hips into the contact, jolting slightly when the edge of his teeth pressed on the curve of her ass cheek. It didn’t hurt, but the possibility of it, that tiny bit of danger, made desire shoot through her.
A needy sound escaped her, and she twisted restlessly in his hold, wanting him to continue what he was doing, but also to give her more. His fingers tightened on her hips, keeping her still, and that made everything even better. He kissed up her spine again as his hands slid along her sides.
She was startled at how sensitive her back was, how each lick or suck sent prickling, eager shudders through her. He moved his hands to cup her breasts, his huge hands supporting their weight as he nipped at her shoulder blade. Leah didn’t know which sensation to concentrate on—the slide of his tongue along the bumps of her spine or the way her nipples, hard as rocks, burned where they pressed into his palms.
He shifted again to nip sharply at her nape, and his fingers followed the downward slopes of her breasts to her nipples. Tugging and pinching, he wrung a cry of need from her, and she arched her back to press her ass against his groin. His body covered her like a tent, protecting and sheltering her, and she wanted him closer, heavier, on top of her and inside her.
“Please,” she said, her voice shaking with need, “Ham, please.”
“Please what?” Surely that gravelly snarl hadn’t come from uptight, always-perfect Hamilton? Ignoring her surprise at his unexpected ferocity, her body reacted to the command in his voice, making her soften and heat.
“Please...” It was hard to say the words, to beg for what she wanted, especially to Hamilton. By the way he was playing with her, though, tugging and rolling her nipples between his fingers and licking the spot at the base of her ear where her jaw connected, he wasn’t about to go any further until she begged. Taking in a deep breath that shook with desire, she forced out her request. “Please, fuck me!”
His hands stilled on her breasts, and his mouth lifted off her neck. The only movement that betrayed how much her words had affected him was the pulse of his hips against hers. Even with his pants forming a barrier between her pussy and his cock, it was obvious how much her words had aroused him. Instead of ripping off his athletic pants and shoving himself inside her, though, he groaned.
It didn’t sound like a needy groan, or a touched-in-a-really-good-place groan. It sounded frustrated. Leah had the sinking feeling that she wasn’t going to get her way. Releasing her breasts, he wrapped his arms around her middle, pressing his furred chest against her back.
“No condoms,” he said. “Unless you brought some?”
He sounded a little hopeful, but it was Leah’s turn to groan as she shook her head slowly. “No. Sorry.” Disappointment surged through her painfully aroused body. “You’re Mr. Prepared, though!” She knew she was whining, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted him so badly it physically hurt. “How do you not have condoms?”
“I considered it.” At his admission, she wanted to scream. Somehow it made it worse that they’d almost had condoms. “Buying them seemed...presumptuous.”
Knowing that she was equally to blame, she held back the frustrated wail that wanted to escape. She kicked herself for not picking some up. She’d been so preoccupied with Hamilton that the practical aspects hadn’t occurred to her. Also, it had seemed like a fantasy, something that would never come true. Even now, draped over her back like a lead blanket, he didn’t seem real. Why plan for something that would only happen in her best dreams?
Except it had happened, it was happening, and now, thanks to her lack of confidence, she didn’t get to have Hamilton deep inside her. The thought brought a rush of heat coursing through her even as she wiggled, dropping her hips and turning until she was on her back, facing him.
In the low light, his features were shadowed, and he looked bigger than usual as he loomed over her. Facing him, she was a little intimidated. He was so imposing, so beautiful and austere, and she was happily average. It was like the peasant girl got the fairy-tale prince, but it didn’t turn out that she was a secret princess. She was still a peasant girl who worked at a bakery, and he was miles and miles out of her league.
But you’re here, in his bed, peasant girl, she reminded herself. Smiling a little, she tried to roll them over so that Hamilton was on his back, but he resisted with little obvious effort.
“What are you doing?” he asked. His voice was back to his normal reserved state. Something about the ordinary tidiness of it contrasted with his bulky, mostly naked form above her, and she remembered how, just a few minutes earlier, he’d had his mouth between her legs, and it had been very nice.
Running her hands up his locked arms to his shoulders, she marveled at the hardness and strength of him. She wanted more. “I’m trying to roll you over, but you’re like a tree—an enormous, not-rolling tree.”
“Why are you trying to roll me over?” He sounded baffled, as usual, as if he was studying a mysterious new species of bug, but there was a tiny bit of intrigue in his words, as well. That gave Leah the confidence to grin at him while giving him another playful shove.
“So that I can go down on you, of course,” she said, getting a thrill as he went still and rigid under her touch. “You’re not the only one who wants another taste.”
“You don’t have to do that again.” He lowered his body toward her, as if he was doing half a push-up, and hovered right above her, so close that she knew her still-excited nipples would brush his chest if she took a deep breath.
She took a deep breath.
She was right. As her chest rose, the tips of her breasts touched his furry chest, and he made a hungry sound. Her hands were still on his shoulders, and she slid them lower into his mat of chest hair and scratched lightly.
“What are you doing now?” he asked as he slowly lowered himself to his forearms.
“You know, I didn’t expect you to be this hairy.” She tugged gently on a few strands. “Who knew that all of those very proper suits were hiding a sexy bear?” Her questing fingers discovered one of his small, flat nipples, and she pinched it.
His hips dropped to hers, surging against her as he pressed his forehead on the pillow next to her head. “Is that a good thing?” he asked, the words almost guttural. He still kept the majority of his weight on his forearms, but the space between them had shrunk. She moved her hands to the back of his neck, not wanting anything between them when he finally gave in and pressed their bodies together, from shoulders to thighs.
“Really good.” The feel of him was making it hard to keep a conversation going. His neck was corded and thick, and his hair was surprisingly soft for how short it was. She ran her nails lightly over his scalp, and he grunted with pleasure, pressing into her touch. “I like all of your hair.” She also liked the muscles underneath and the small, pleased, wordless sounds he made when she touched him in a way he liked. “Now roll over so I can suck you.”
“Jesus.” His hips pressed tightly to hers, grinding his hardness against her for a breathless moment before he flipped them both over. “Really, though, you don’t have to do this. You went above and beyond in the stairwell earlier, and the lack of condoms was my omission. Therefore—” He interrupted himself with a groan as Leah sat up and scooted back, letting her pussy press against the bulge in his pants for a second. Underneath her, Hamilton’s hips bucked up again.
“I want to do this,” she said, running her fingers over the slick, tensed washboard that made up his abs and hooking her fingers into the waistband of his athletic pants. Without hesitating, she peeled them down, carefully lifting them to avoid catching his erection, and slipped them down his legs. As she came back up, she let her hands drift over his calves and knees and thighs, loving the small catches of breath that brought out of him. “I think the first blow job gave me a taste for your cock.” His hips surged up in reaction to her words, and Leah gave a satisfied smile before focusing on the business at hand.
Finally, she was in front of his erection again—and what a nice one it was. Even though she’d had her hand and mouth on it, it was still a treat when it was right in front of her and she could take her time admiring it.
“It’s so big...and pretty,” she said, and he choked on a laugh.
“It’s not pretty.” Although he tried to sound offended, she heard the amused—and pleased—note in his voice.
“You’re right.” Biting her lip to keep in her laughter, she reached out toward the cock in question and took it in a firm grip. “It’s not pretty—it’s beautiful.”
He groaned, the sound coming out both desperate and amused. “How is my dick in any way beautiful?”
Running her thumb over the head, she scooted back slightly so she could bend forward. “It’s very symmetrical...and pink.”
He gave another choked laugh that was bitten off by a curse as she licked the length of it, stroking her tongue up the underside and then prodding the hole at the end. His hips lifted toward her as he hissed out a breath. Sliding her hand down his length, she wrapped her lips around him.
“LeeLee...” His hands wrapped around her head, and she went still, worried that he’d push her head down before she was ready to take him deeper. As big as he was, getting all of him into her mouth and down her throat earlier had taken some concentrated effort. He didn’t force her, though. One hand cupped the back of her skull, while the other stroked her hair away from her face. He ran his thumb along her bottom lip, skimming across the seam between her mouth and his erection. For some reason, she found that small movement incredibly hot, and she moaned.
He answered with his own sexy sound and a twist of his hips that drove him deeper into her mouth, pushing toward the back of her throat. His cock felt huge in her mouth, and she struggled to take his girth. He must have seen her eyes go wide, because he started to withdraw, but she ducked her head, keeping her lips tight around him. She’d done it before, and it had been incredible. She’d swallow the whole thing again.
Although he filled her mouth to capacity, she managed to rub her tongue along the underside of his cock, and his hand on the back of her head tightened, his fingertips digging into her scalp. It wasn’t painful, though. His tight hold, being skewered on his erection, trapped between his huge, hard hands and his groin, aroused her. He had the strength to do whatever he wanted to her, but she trusted him to keep her safe. That threat, though, the knowledge that he could lose control and overpower her, was strangely exciting.
Flicking an upward glance at his face, she saw he was watching her with narrowed eyes. His face was drawn tight, but not with the same uptight stress as usual. This was pure sexual hunger, and he stared at her as if he couldn’t look away, like she was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen.
The intensity of his expression made her even more eager to please him, to make him come so hard that he’d never be able to give her that chilly look again. She was determined to blow his mind so that he’d get hard every time he even glanced at her.
She sucked him with renewed vigor, taking him deeper as she swallowed so that her throat muscles would massage the head of his cock. His fingers worked at her scalp, never hurting, but the possibility was always there. Squirming on his thighs, she couldn’t get any friction on her clit, so she shifted over until she only straddled one of his legs. It was a huge relief to grind her pussy against his hard quad, driving her toward her climax. Pulling back until just the tip of his cock was in her mouth, she dropped down, taking him even deeper than before.
He made a sound that was almost a growl, and his hands tangled in her hair. His leg flexed under her pussy, and she pressed down harder, feeling her orgasm approaching like a semitruck flying down the highway. He took control, pulling back and thrusting forward, driving the full length of his cock into her mouth and down her throat, but his urgency wasn’t scary anymore—it was thrilling.
A small, hazy part of her brain was shocked that she was okay with his urgent pounding. He was using her mouth like it was her pussy, and it was about to make her come—hard. She’d never allowed a guy to take control of a blow job before, never thought she’d enjoy it, but she was letting Hamilton drive his cock into her throat, and she was okay with that—more than okay. It was the hottest thing she’d ever done in her life.
He plunged deep just as she ground her clit against his leg, and she exploded. It felt as if sparklers had ignited down her spine, and the pleasure radiated out to the rest of her body. She dragged in deep breaths through her nose as he buried his cock in her throat and came.
Leah stayed in the same position for a long time, even as the waves of pleasure faded into sleepy lethargy and the cock in her mouth started to soften. Hamilton stroked her head and face, tracing gentle lines from her temple to behind her ear down to her neck. She didn’t want to move.
Finally, he sat up, his abs flexing, and caught her under the arms. As he lay back, he pulled her with him, so she ended up lying half on him and half on her side next to him. He pulled the covers over their bare bodies and then pulled her tightly against him. She smiled against his chest. Hamilton was the most intense snuggler she’d ever met.
He cleared his throat. “Thank you for that. It was...excellent.”
His very Hamilton-esque words, said in his usual stiff way—except for a post-sex growl in his voice that no amount of throat-clearing could extinguish—made her giggle. She pressed her face against him, trying to stop, knowing that no good could come from laughing when a guy thanked her for a quality blow job.
Sweeping her hair away from her face, he peered at her closely. “Are you laughing?”
“No.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Fine, I am.” She gave up trying to hide her residual snickers.
“Why?”
“Because you just thanked me in a very proper way for letting you fuck my mouth.” Turning her head, she looked at him, and the sight of him made her smile again. This time, it wasn’t amusement that made her lips curl up, though. It was because she was finding that being around him—especially when orgasms were involved—made her happy.
He looked slightly offended, although it was offset by his mussed sex hair and still-smoldering eyes. “A thank-you isn’t funny. It’s a basic courtesy.”
“But the way you said it.” Giggles bubbled up again, and she fought them down this time. It didn’t help that she was a bit giddy. She and Hamilton had done stuff—sexy stuff—in an actual bed, and it had been even better than the showers, even better than the stairwell blow job, even better than she’d imagined it could be weeks earlier when he was still in prissy landlord mode. It got hotter every time. Sex with him was going to be amazing. “It was the same way you’d thank your dentist for filling a cavity.”
His eyes narrowed even more. “No, it was not.”
“It really, truly was.”
“I would not be naked if my dentist were involved.”
That did it. She started laughing again. “Oh, Hammy.” Stretching up, she kissed his chin. “I do like you.” She snuggled back into the curve of his arm, resting her cheek on his chest.
He was quiet for so long that she started dozing off, lulled by his warmth and the rhythmic thud of his heartbeat. Even though she was half-asleep, the press of his lips on the top of her head made her smile.
“I like you, too, LeeLee.”