Page 53 of I've Got You

He angled even more toward me and shook his head. “You don’t see it, Scott, and it’s as endearing as hell, but when you opened your door almost bouncing in excitement, there was no way I’d be able to handle the hour and a half journey into the city, let alone sit through a meal having to be all civilized and shit. Christ, it took all my willpower to bring you here when my house is empty, and you’re not lying naked in my bed already.”

Surprise had my eyes opening wide, and lust rushed through me at the speed of lightning. Me naked in his bed… that was an idea I could get on board with. “Oh.” It was all I could manage to get out as the visual and possibility cemented themselves in my brain.

Davis groaned and squeezed my hand. “That look right there.” His needy gaze roamed my face, and a moment later, he pressed his mouth to my parted lips.

From sheer willpower that I managed to somehow drag out of myself, I held back the strangled moan threatening to burst free when his tongue lightly brushed against mine. I pulled back quickly. “I’m good with that.” The words spilled out, eager and desperate. I didn’t care. I needed Davis to know I was as ready for this night as he was. “I’m not thirsty anyway.”

His eyes zeroed in on my mouth before flicking up to my own. “You sure?”

I nodded so quickly, whiplash threatened. “Definitely.”

With that, he stood and pulled me up with him, and I was only half aware of him calling out to Ted, the owner, as he ushered me out the bar’s door.

* * *

The five-minute journeyto Davis’s only took three minutes, despite it seeming to take fifteen. Almost at hyperspeed, we were both naked and in Davis’s bedroom, and that’s when reality caught up and I held my breath. We were both naked. As in legit, bare-assed, bobbing dicks, and every inch of skin on show. While we had admittedly been in this position before, it felt different, more raw and real, knowing there’d be no holding back. I struggled to take it all in. I didn’t want to miss anything.

Fingers brushed across my skin, the contact making me jump despite the fact I’d watched Davis’s every move. My gaze shot to his and then traveled to his mouth. His smirk was gone. Once our eyes reconnected, the heat greeting me slammed hard into my chest. I caught my breath and then groaned. Us finally being together, having sex had been all I’d been thinking about over the past few weeks, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t wound up with anticipation.

Everything about his movements was fire, gentle pauses, and tension coiled so tightly I was sure something was going to snap. I just hoped to God it wouldn’t be my heart. The moment that errant thought entered my mind, I brushed it aside. One of many things I could be certain of with Davis was his care and his honesty.

My attention moved to his fingers. They stroked mine a moment longer before tightening and clasping my hand. A teasing sweep of this thumb over my skin had me swallowing hard—all of this from a simple touch. But it was so much more than that. I knew it. He knew it. This moment was everything.

Davis didn’t speak as his fingers squeezed mine, but his lips quirked into a reassuring smile. He then stepped into my space, our chests practically touching. I couldn’t help but think my plan to seduce him had fallen apart, as there was no doubt about it: Davis was fully in control, leading the way.

Warm breath fanned across my face. When his tongue dipped out and gave the smallest of passes over his bottom lip, my gaze homed in and my stomach tightened. There was a pause, but not a hesitation as Davis’s lips descended to mine. It wasn’t about going so slowly so I could stop it—we were beyond that point—instead, it was appreciating the buildup, the moment.

And I was going to memorize every last second of it.

Chapter Seventeen

DAVIS

Sunlight filteredin through the closed curtains, but rather than open my eyes, I luxuriated in the feel of heat and supple flesh against mine. Easing closer, I dropped my head to Scott’s back and inhaled before pressing a kiss against his skin. He wriggled in response, his ass pushing back and rubbing perfectly against my groin. If my cock hadn’t already been awake, the soft sigh and the rub would have been enough to get me started. Instead, I’d been rock-hard seemingly all night.

I ached deliciously. It had been so long since I’d been with a man, and I was happy I’d waited for Scott to be the one to remind me how good it felt to be filled to the edge of pain with just the perfect amount of friction. Pleasure had consumed me last night, and from the way Scott had filled me up, I knew he’d been right there with me. Orgasm by P-spot didn’t get enough headline recognition as far as I was concerned. And last night, with impressive precision from Scott, he’d found my holy grail and had taken me to the brink of blowing my mind just a second before I’d come so hard I struggled to see straight for a good hour.

And I couldn’t wait to do the same for him.

“Morning.” I dotted kisses along his spine, traveling down and then back up again until he groaned and turned onto his back. Scott peeked his eyes open at the same time he smiled at me.

“Morning.”

I pecked his lips and then went immediately to his nipples and took a bud in my mouth. He grunted, his hand appearing in my hair.

“A guy could get used to this,” he said breathily.

I grinned around a nipple before I nibbled it and pulled away. “Sounds good.” I winked and maneuvered on top of him. Face-to-face, I rubbed my nose against his. “You okay?”

He nodded, his hands coming down on my ass cheeks. He tugged me against him, and we both groaned as we rubbed against each other.

“More than okay.” He angled his head for a kiss, and I didn’t keep him hanging as my mouth slid against his. Scott pulled back and resettled his head on the pillow. His brows creased. “Are you okay?” He caressed my ass cheeks as he spoke, so I knew exactly what he was referring too.

“I’m fucking perfect. Sore.” His frown deepened, but I shook my head at his expression. “I wouldn’t want it any other way. It reminds me of how perfect you felt balls deep inside me last night.” My cock pulsated not only at the memory but at the crimson lighting his cheeks and the hardness of his swallow.

“So it feels… good?”

I nodded, my heart tripping over itself at the need and vulnerability in his question. “The best.” I kissed him gently, then said, “But that doesn’t mean you have—”

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