Chapter 24

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

HENDRIX

Art was just full of surprises. Every time I thought he'd hold back, or hesitate, he proved me wrong. When he put his mind to something, there was no stopping him. Including his relationship with me. I loved that about him. He didn't hide or pretend we were just friends in front of anyone but his daughter. And I knew he'd tell her when he felt like it was time. I latched onto him, keeping him against me, and showed him without words what it meant to me. The demon thing, the male thing, nothing fazed this guy. He deserved to know how awesome that made him.

Since it was still bright daylight and not the time to make out on the streets, Art reluctantly drew away before things could get too steamy. He hummed, leaning his forehead against mine for a second before straightening and readjusting his glasses.

"I've been thinking about doing that all day."

This guy was good for my ego. I tossed my arm around his shoulder, tucking him against my side.

"Then let's go somewhere we won't have an audience. I'm not done with you yet."

I figured Art would want to change before hanging out with the band, so I teleported us to his place first. At least, that was the excuse I was going with. Really, I wanted to get him alone. It'd been too many days since I touched him, and it was driving me nuts. I teleported us right into his living room, dragging his mouth back to mine the second he opened his eyes again.

"Wait. I've got news," Art murmured between kisses. I sighed, nipping his bottom lip in punishment before jerking my chin at him.

"Make it quick, I'm dying here."

Man, the smile he gave me was something. So damn happy and eager. There wasn't a hint of the nervous guy I'd first met standing in front of me. I almost wanted to pull out my phone and take a picture. I was considering it when his words finally filtered through my head.

"I got you guys some studio time. You'll finally be able to record some of your songs."

My stomach flipped, and I jerked my gaze back to his, eyes wide. "Holy shit. You're joking?"

He shook his head, beaming at me. "Nope. It's a good studio, too. I was holding out for the more legit ones because I wanted it to be worth it. I wanted to tell you in person, so I've been dying to tell you since Saturday night."

Elation exploded through me, and I yanked Art off his feet, crowing loudly. "No fucking way! That's awesome!"

He laughed, easily letting me tote him around in my excitement. "I figured we can celebrate with the band. Two weeks from now, you'll get to hear your songs on something other than a crappy recording on my phone."

Damn, I liked the sound of that. And as excited as I was to tell the band, there was no way I could just let it go until everyone got home in a few hours. I spun on my heel, marching towards the stairs. Art's eyebrows shot up in question.

"Where are you going?"

"Upstairs. There's not a chance I'm waiting until later. I need you inside me. We're celebrating now."

He looked stunned, but he didn't argue with me when I toted him upstairs. His breathing picked up, his fingers tightening on my shoulders, and his legs wrapped around my waist. I could go either way on taking or being taken, but I didn't want Art's first time exploring if he was into bottoming to be a quickie. And with the excitement burning through me, this was probably going to be fast.

I almost tripped up the stairs when Art slammed his lips against mine. I had to really focus on getting us up the stairs when he was attacking me like that. Our tongues tangled, breaths mingled, keeping my mind distracted. I had to use a hand on the wall to find my way down the short hallway, because I wasn't going to pull away if I didn't have some sort of guide.

Once I stumbled into Art's room, I set him on his feet, my mouth still latched to his as I wrestled with his clothes. He seemed just as eager as I was, helping me unbutton his work shirt while I tore open his pants. With both of us working together, I got him naked in record time and finally there was something interesting enough to pull my attention off Art's mouth.

Most of our fooling around was late at night, in the dark, and partly clothed. We didn't need to get fully naked for a blowjob and I was worried if we did, it'd tempt me into something I wasn't sure Art was ready for. My eyes trailed over him, taking in his creamy skin. There were freckles dusted along his shoulders, a light dusting of hair on his chest, and down below his belly button. He had a swimmer's build, lean muscle and zero body fat to speak of. I ran my hands over him, admiring him, until his patience wore out and he tugged at my t-shirt.

"Your turn."

With one hand over my shoulder, I pulled my t-shirt off in one smooth move. It made Art smirk, his eyes trailing over each inch of skin exposed as I wrestled with my jeans. He helped me, but him kneeling in front of me to get me out of them was a little cruel. At least until he wrapped his fist around me and ran his tongue along the underside of my cock.

"Fuck," I murmured, my hand automatically fisting Art's hair. He'd learned a lot in the past few weeks of us fooling around. He took me deeper, teased the spots he knew drove me nuts, until I was a panting mess.

"Damn, you're a fast learner. Get your ass up here. I'm not coming until you're inside me."

Art shivered as he pushed to his feet, an eager look on his face. It would've made me laugh if I wasn't so turned on right now. I crowded against him, walking him backwards towards the bed, but before he could fall back on it, I flipped us, dragging him down on top of me.

The skin to skin contact made me groan, Art straddling me as he devoured my mouth. It'd be so easy to just let things happen like this, grinding together until we both finished. But that wasn't what I wanted right now. I gripped Art's thighs to stop him, dragging my mouth down his neck.

"Lube. I need you to touch me."

Another shiver rolled through him, and he paused, taking a few deep breaths. I worried for a second that it was too much, but the look he gave me when he finally sat up wiped away every ounce of worry I had. He looked lust drunk, his eyes hooded and his glasses askew. There wasn't an ounce of trepidation in his face, and when he tossed his glasses onto the nightstand and came back with the lube, he eagerly nudged me farther onto the bed so he could comfortably sit between my legs. Only once I was settled did he hesitate, his brows furrowing a little.

"I'm not sure how to do this."

Chuckling, I took the bottle from him, coating his fingers with the slippery liquid. Tossing the bottle aside, I guided his hand lower to my ass, sucking in a breath when he brushed against my hole.

"It's been a minute since I've been fucked. Take it slow. Massage your fingers until–" A groan cut me off, and I shuddered. Damn, he had amazing hands. "Yeah, just like that."

Art kept up his ministrations, rubbing circles over my hole and driving me nuts. I was a little tongue tied with what he was doing, so when I was ready, I reached between my legs and urged him to push inside, breathing out a low groan as those long fingers breached me. It was hard to concentrate on him, my focus split by the drag of his fingers, but when I looked down, Art was flushed and fascinated. His eyes were locked on what he was doing, and when he brushed against my prostate and made me shout, I saw the strain in his face.

"God, that's hot," he murmured. He pressed there again, tormenting me with slow drags against my prostate, until I couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm good, I'm good."

He paused, confused, but I really couldn't explain it right now. I was a terrible teacher. But I'd challenge anyone to have their hot lover fingering their ass and continue to think properly. I'd bet no one could actually do it.

Too eager for more, I flipped us, snatching the lube and dribbling some on Art's cock. He sucked in a sharp breath from the cool temperature, but I was quick to follow with my hand, coating him completely. His eyes slipped shut, just enjoying my touch, and he didn't notice me straddling him until I started sinking down onto his cock.

His jaw dropped and his eyes flew open, a strangled groan ripping from him. "Oh… Oh god… Hendrix!"