Page 68 of Flake It Til You Make It

When Rocco was down to just his briefs, cupping his hard dick, and that chain around his neck, Taylor leaned in and his lips slid over it, tasting metal and something that was sweet and salty that he knew could only be Rocco.

Rocco’s hands gripped his shoulders, shuddering under him. “Shit,” he groaned. “I need you. I need you so fucking bad.”

“Yougot me,” Taylor promised and then slid his briefs down.

Rocco’s cock was as gorgeous as the rest of him. Shorter than Taylor’s, but thicker. Clothed, he was gorgeous. Naked, he was a work of art that Taylor couldn’t wait to worship.

He reached out, gripping Rocco’s upper thigh, feeling the muscles tremble with his touch, then slid his hand up and up farther still. Wrapped his hand around Rocco’s gorgeous cock, Rocco shuddering underneath him.

Taylor gave his cock a gentle stroke and then another, loving how responsive Rocco was. Was so focused on every single one of his reactions that he nearly missed Rocco opening his legs. Luring him in further.

And Taylor wasn’t stupid enough to resist that unspoken invitation.

“You want this?” he asked him. Afraid he’d say no. Afraid he’d say yes.

“Yes,” Rocco hissed. “Come on.”

Taylor scrambled for the lube in his dresser drawer, also pulling out the box of condoms he’d bought three weeks ago in a fit of optimism he hadn’t been sure he understood at the time.

He understood it now and was fucking grateful for it.

Arousal burned in Rocco’s dark eyes as he rubbed a lube-wet thumb around his hole, going as gently and carefully as he could. Rocco didn’t urge him on further or faster this time, just tilted his head up and said softly, “Kiss me, okay?”

An easy directive Taylor could follow.

He kissed him deep just as his finger slid inside him, burning from just how insanely hot and tight Rocco was.

He didn’t think he’d ever fingered anyone this slowly before, this intently, and the intensity of it was mind-blowing. How Rocco wrapped around his fingers, how his body pulled him in and didn’t want to let go.

By the time he slid a third finger in next to his other two, he was flushed and as hard as he’d ever been in his life. And Rocco? Sweat dotted his forehead and he was straining, even as he lifted his mouth and his body up, for Taylor to take.

He gave him one last fierce kiss, loving the way Rocco clenched around his fingers before he pulled them out, hands shaking as he rolled the condom on.

“Keep kissing me,” Rocco pleaded, and Taylor had never been asked to do anything easier in his whole goddamn life.

He tucked Rocco underneath him, tilted his hips up and kissed him as his cock snubbed up against Rocco’s loosened hole.

Even through the layer of latex, the heat of him burned Taylor.

Taylor felt his limbs shake, lips trembling against Rocco’s, as he slowly slipped inside.

He cradled Rocco’s head with one of his hands, fingers slipping between his silky-soft curls, and finally slid home. Fought the urge to move with every ounce of his self-control. And yeah, he’d just come earlier, but it had been alongtime since he’ddone this—since Michael, and Taylor hadn’t even thought he’d wanted to do this again, not until Rocco—and he was balancing on the knife’s edge of just losing it entirely.

“You feel,” Rocco panted against his mouth, “so freaking amazing.”

Taylor tipped his forehead against Rocco’s and thought,I’ve never had sex like this. Not ever before.“Not as good as you feel,” he murmured.

“Come on,” Rocco said encouragingly.

Taylor didn’t need him to keep begging. He needed to give Rocco everything he craved.

One unsteady thrust turned into another, then another, and finally, he remembered how he used to be good at this. Used to make Michael shake apart with pleasure. But right now, he wasn’t thinking of Michael—his brain and his heart and it felt like every freaking molecule in his whole body was full of someone else.

Rocco had somehow snuck his way in and he wasn’t going to leave—and truthfully Taylor never wanted him to.

“Oh, God,” Rocco cried out as Taylor built up in speed, aiming his thrusts at exactly the spot that was making him shake the most. “That’s so fucking good.”

The one positive of spending so much time burning off excess sexual energy with exercise was that he had the stamina to give Rocco exactly what he needed. Long, steady strokes just where he craved them.

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