Page 45 of Body Check

Those words, said in a low, raspy voice, made Dakota shiver, goosebumps breaking out across his skin. Despite the warm night air, he felt a little chilled everywhere Gavin wasn’t touching him, so he pulled him closer. “Do it,” he demanded huskily.

“Tell me how you want it,” Gavin countered.

But it had been so long since Dakota had been blatantly vocal about his needs with any man and his words suddenly failed him. It had been easier at the club when he’d relied more on his body than his words to say what he wanted.

So rather than speak aloud, Dakota turned their bodies, walking backward and falling onto the sectional, pulling Gavin down with him.

Gavin stumbled, there was the scrape of metal on tile, and then he let out a muffled oath, tumbling onto Dakota and knocking the air from his lungs. “Fuck, that’ll be a helluva bruise tomorrow,” he muttered.

“Sorry.” Dakota stared up at Gavin, his eyes finally adjusted to the dim light. “What happened?”

“Bashed my shin on the coffee table.” Gavin lowered his head, pressing his lips to Dakota’s throat. “Doesn’t matter. Where were we?”

“No idea,” Dakota admitted. “But don’t stop.”

Gavin huffed softly against his skin before he pressed his lips to that sensitive spot. He kissed it once, then again—a little higher—the brush of his short beard pleasantly abrasive as he worked his way up to Dakota’s ear.

Shit, Dakota couldn’t remember the last time someone had kissed him there and it made him shiver again. He clutched at Gavin’s shoulders, mapping out the broad musculature, thumb tracing across the swell of his biceps and the tautness of his triceps.

Dakota made a breathy noise as Gavin bit his earlobe, the shock of sharp teeth a thrilling counterpoint to the softness of his lips a moment before.

“The sounds you make …” Gavin’s voice turned raspy. “Fuck, they turn me on so much.”

“Yeah?”

Gavin shifted, his hips settling more firmly between Dakota’s splayed thighs. He hadn’t even realized he’d spread them, hadn’t noticed the feel of Gavin’s hair-roughened leg against his own.

Now he could feel the hot, hard press of Gavin’s cock against his inner thigh, and he groaned again. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the heft of it in his hand last night.

“Shit, talk about big dick energy.” Dakota licked his lips. “That’ll be a mouthful.”

Gavin propped himself on his elbows, grinning down at him. “Help yourself.”

Dakota laughed.

But rather than scoot back or shift their positions, Gavin lowered his head and kissed Dakota again. It was a deep, needy kiss and Dakota let himself get lost in it. Let himself sink in and enjoy therough tug of Gavin’s big hand in his hair, the tingling scrape of his stubble, and the expert way his tongue twined with Dakota’s.

His body was so big, sohardagainst Dakota’s, and every deliberate roll and grind of his hips wrung a soft little cry from Dakota’s mouth. Fuck, he almost regretted telling Gavin he didn’t want to bottom. Because while he didn’t do it often, he might make an exception for someone like this.

But that was the damn problem, that was what always got him into these messy situations, giving in when he should stand firm. So Dakota turned the tables, becoming the aggressor. He carefully scraped his teeth against Gavin’s lower lip, pressed his tongue into Gavin’s mouth, and took control of the kiss.

Gavin made a surprised sound, but he acquiesced, allowing Dakota to set the pace, to explore his mouth with the same deep thoroughness Gavin had shown him a few moments ago.

It wasn’t until they were both panting, hips rocking together, that Dakota had to push him away.

Gavin sat upright, frowning. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, need to change position.” Dakota shifted so he knelt beside Gavin’s hip.

“Sure, whatever you want,” Gavin said. His tone was easy as he settled himself more comfortably against the cushions, arm stretched out long across the throw pillows, skin glistening a little in the low light.

His cock tented the thin fabric of his still-damp shorts and Dakota once again mentally debated if he really wanted to stand on his principles quite so strongly and deny himself the pleasureof sinking down over that thick length, riding Gavin with the bright lights of LA spread out behind him.

But even if Dakota was tempted, they had no lube or condoms, and it had been far too long since anything had opened him up, not even fingers or a tongue, much less a dick like that.

“What do you want?” Dakota asked instead, reaching out to touch Gavin’s shoulder, trailing his fingers along his trapezius muscle, especially prominent because of the position of his arm.

“Anything you’ll give me.”

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