Chapter 166 Claiming what is mine - T.J. POV
My heart starts beating erratically in my chest as I let Simon lead me to the side of the house where he chose a bedroom. It's conveniently on the opposite side to where mine and Madison's rooms are.
He immediately turns to me when we're inside, the dim lighting making shadows dance on his gorgeous face. Everything about Simon is elegant and beautiful, the slope of his nose and the curve of his lips. His jawline that seems like it was carved from stone itself, and his green eyes that are usually full of light looks intensely at me.
I love how we're almost the same height, it makes us evenly matched, and it doesn't take me any effort to brush my lips against his lightly.
"'Is this what you want?" He pulls his face away from mine, a touch of hurt in his eyes. "My body? Do you look at me and see someone to play with while you're here playing superhero?"
I frown at him, upset that he would even think such a thing. "'Do you think I want to use you? For what, exactly? Sex?"
"You tell me." He says with sass in his voice. "Maybe you woke up one day and found yourself a little curious. It wouldn't be the first time, you'd be surprised how many straight men comes over to the other side sometimes."
I fist my hands in his shirt, delighted that I can feel his fast heartbeat matching mine, and I pull him maybe a little too harshly against me. "What I want is you. I want the guy who gets on a plane to keep his friend company, the one who consoles people when they're sad. I want the man who never once blamed Madison for another's mistake, even when he was violated and hurt. The one who still smiles despite that night. I want the man who dances like he's flying."
His green eyes go from side to side searching mine. For a lie maybe? His nostrils flare as he tries to rein in his emotions.
"I don't know when this happened." I brush my lips over his soft ones again. "It's like I woke up one datu and saw you in a different light. If that makes me gay, then I whole heartedly accept that. I have never wanted someone the way I want you, and I'm not walking away from this feeling, ever."
His eyes glisten, like he wants to cry, and I take that as my chance to completely seal my lips over his, soft at first, probing. He moans, and like a flower blooming he opens his mouth for me, slanting his lips aganst mine.
I wnat to have him closer, I want to crawl underneath his skin and stay there.
He's probbaly wearing some designer shirt, becaise it looks great on him, and he may hate me for it, but I rip the fabric, the buttons scattering over the floor. His chest is warm, and his heart is beating a mile a minute as my tongue enters his mouth trying to dominate him.
I knew for sure I'm not the only one wanting this when he clutches the hem of my T-shirt in his hands and pull it up. I quickly break the kiss to get rid of the offending item, focusing on his swollen lips before I attack it again. Who knew I would enjoy kissing another person like this?
I want to feel all of him, I want to experience him in all his naked gloriousness. I quickly unbutton his jeans and draw down his zip, pushing it over his hips and squeeze the tight globes of his muscled ass. My hands go back up, stroking over his chiseled back, holding him to me as tight as I can as my one hand grabs the hair at the back of his neck and deepens the kiss. I don't remember ever being this hard for anyone before.
I'm definitely gay then, because holding him to me like this, his body hot an hard, not a single thought of a woman goes through my mind.
He groans loudly when I break the kiss and desperately kiss everywhere I can, his body sculpted from stone, his skin silky and smooth under my lips as I kiss over his pecs and down his stomach muscles.
Everything of Simon is golden and flawless, his cock glistening hard and dripping precum. I'm like a man starved, taking him deep into my mouth, the taste of his cock and precum foreign, but delicious. I suck him hard, grabbing the base of his shaft and stroking him rough like the way I like to do it to myself.
"Oh my god." He breathes harshly, grabbing my hair as I attack his dick like I was made for it. "Fuck!"
I take him down my throat, gagging on his length, my fist in rhythm with the punishing suck of my mouth.
"You have to stop!" He moans out desperately, trying to pull my face from his crotch, but I'm starving for him, so I don't relent. "I'm gonna cum T.J!"
I don't pull back, I want it. I want his cum down my throat. I have this insane need to know what all of him taste like. I increase the speed of my wrist, my hand a vice around hm while sucking his head hard. He starts trembling, his ass cheek clenching in my hand, before he moans louly and starts
spurting stream after stream of liquid gold onto my tongue. I swallow all of him, yet it's not enough. I quickly get up from my knees, grab his hair and slam my mouth back on his, let him taste what he does to me. I feel crazed when I walk him backwards to the bed without taking my lips from his.
I reluctantly peel off him, his hair still in my hands as I pull his head backwards. "I want to fuck you."
There's no hesitation left in his eyes, only desire. "Let me get a condom."
I let him go, watching him take the rest of his clothes off, wondering how the hell I got so lucky to have him. He will be deeply mistaken if he thinks this is a one night only event. I have tasted him now, he lives inside me, and I'm not letting him go. I kick off my shoes and and take off my pants, practically grabbing the condom from him when he holds out the foil packet in his hands.
Nothing is more perfect than Simon lying down on the bed and spreading his legs with his already hardening cock in his hands. I can't roll the condom on quick enough before leaning over him and kissing him hard before crawling down his body and spitting onto his tight asshole. His mouth drops open when I push two fingers inside him at once, but my patience are running out, so I go over him and slam into him in one go, catching his cry with my mouth.
He feels impossibly tight, and so, so right.
He's mine now, and I'm never letting go.