Page 42 of Throw Down

It was at that moment Briar realized he’d never truly trusted any of his sexual partners before.Friends and boyfriends had come and gone, some fun, and some more work and less reward than his own hand.But it had always felt like an act.They’d each been taking from each other, every single time, without giving much in return.For the first time, Briar was trusting a man with his body.He wanted to give— not take.He wanted to show Derek how much better it could be with a man.

“Yeah,” Briar whispered, kissing the damp, salty flesh of Derek’s throat.“We’ll do it your way. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Derek rewarded him by framing his head between his hands and holding him still for a deep, slow, soul-stealing kiss.He kissed him like nothing else mattered, like it was the end goal itself.Like he had no idea half of the men Briar had dated didn’t kiss at all.Like all those past men had never even existed.The kiss went on and on until the world began to spin and Briar’s newly calm breathing picked up pace again.He was completely unraveled by the time Derek finally let him up for breath.

Derek took one look at his dazed expression and chuckled softly.“Now, that’s better.”

He stroked down Briar’s body with one palm, impossibly gentle despite the rough scrape of his abused hands.It felt like sandpaper against the tender skin of Briar’s belly, and Briar arched into his hand, silently inviting him to move lower.When his warm, callused fingers finally wrapped around Briar’s erection, they both closed their eyes and groaned.

“You feel so good,” Derek whispered, stroking him from root to tip like he wanted to milk the pleasure right out of him.“Better than I ever imagined.”

“How long have you wanted to be with a man?” Briar whispered, struggling to remain coherent when all he wanted was to roll his eyes back and come.

“All my life.”

The confession was surprisingly honest, and Briar’s lashes fluttered open.Derek met and held his gaze with solemn eyes.So many questions were churning inside Briar, but the main question was a single word: why.Why did Derek feel like he had to deny himself?Why, when his own brother had come out to their family long ago?But he never got the chance to ask, because at that moment, Derek reached down and unzipped his jeans one-handed.

Briar forgot words entirely. His attention zeroed in on the open V of Derek’s jeans as Derek pulled out the most beautiful cock Briar had ever seen.Both long and wide, perfectly proportioned with the rest of his huge body, and curved just slightly in a way that Briar knew would hit in exactly the right spot deep inside.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, reverently brushing his fingertips over the flushed head.“I’m not religious, but I think I should maybe say a Hail Mary or something.”

Derek didn’t laugh. “It’ll fit,” he promised anxiously.“When we get to that…I promise I’ll make sure you’re ready for me.”

“Oh, I’m not worried.” Briar smiled sweetly up at him.“I’m just really happy that I’ve never had much of a gag reflex.”

Derek groaned and stroked his lips with his fingertips.“Your mouth is beautiful.”

“You can’t seem to resist it,” Briar acknowledged, licking his lips and accidentally catching the tip of Derek’s index finger.Derek sucked in a quick, wounded-sounding breath, and they both froze.Holding his eyes, Briar opened up and sucked the digit down to the last knuckle.

“Jesus, you’re going to kill me,” Derek cursed.He watched, fascinated, as Briar laved the rough flesh with his tongue.Dark color stained his cheekbones, and his cock bobbed against the flat of his stomach.

Briar wrapped his legs around Derek’s waist and rubbed against his imposing shaft.Derek allowed it for a moment, head hanging, breath ragged, before he snapped.His fingers bit into the meat of Briar’s thighs, splitting them wide and adjusting their bodies to line his cock up with Briar’s ass.The broad head nudged against his entrance, half-threat and half-promise.

Briar held his breath, heart racing.He’d never gone bare in his life.Never wanted to—but everything was different with this man.Briar wanted to be taken, to be filled and claimed in every possible way.One short thrust was all it would take—

Derek knew what he was thinking.It was there, in his burning eyes, as he tormented them with a temptation they both knew he’d never take.Briar was safe with him. The freedom of it made him dizzy.

“I trust you,” he whispered, relaxing back onto the blanket and lifting his hips so Derek’s cock slipped against him just so.

“You shouldn’t,” Derek said grimly.

He was braced on his elbows above Briar, their mouths a scant inch apart.His face was mostly in shadow.He looked massive and mysterious and aloof, so close and yet so impossibly far away—and then he began to move.

Those big, rough hands clutched him, spreading him wide and nestling his length between the cushions of Briar’s ass.He rocked back and forth, slowly at first, working his dripping cock into the exposed crevice until they were gliding together with barely any friction.Every now and then, the blunt head slipped and nudged against Briar’s hole, and they both moaned.

“You’re so soft,” Derek was murmuring, almost to himself, “so warm and puffy right here.Like you’re already prepped for me.”

“Yes.”

“Just a little nudge…and I’d be inside you.”

“Yes.”

“Someday—God, someday—you’ll never get me out again—”

“Fuck, yes,” Briar gasped, clutching his shoulders and writhing, desperately trying to get just a little more pressure right where he needed it.

His body was soaked with sweat; they both were.Above him, Derek’s skin gleamed in the moonlight.He looked rugged and untamed: a towering, muscled form chiseled from granite.His movements were deliberate and powerful, thrusting against Briar with a robust energy that made Briar tingle all over.

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