Page 67 of Hush
“This okay?” Mike’s voice hovered behind him, over his shoulder. Tom turned toward the sound and nodded. A kiss dropped to his shoulder blade, the center of his back. One of Mike’s hands landed on his hip. The other—
Tom groaned, resting his head against the shower wall. Pleasure snaked up his spine, grabbed his balls from the inside and tugged. He spread his legs and pushed his ass out, deepening Mike’s touch.
Eventually, Mike pulled back, dropping kisses to his back, his shoulders. Tom missed his fingers, clenched around nothingness. He wanted more.
He took the loofah from Mike and added more soap, and then washed Mike, more quickly than Mike had washed him. He wasn’t thinking about slow, not anymore.
Mike kissed him under the spray and tossed aside the loofah. It hit the tile and rolled over, completely forgotten.
They kissed until Tom palmed the water off, and then kissed some more. As Mike dried Tom, ruffling his hair, patting down his body. While Tom steered him backward to the bedroom.
Mike slowly spun Tom and guided him down on the bed, following him and bracing on his hands and knees. His knees nudged at Tom’s thighs, spreading them wider.
“I want to rim you,” Mike whispered.
Tom sighed into Mike’s kiss. His head tipped back and he shivered, just at the thought. “Please…”
Mike kissed his way down, down, down, over Tom’s chest, his ribs, past his trembling belly.
He tried to escape and he tried to chase Mike and his tongue, writhing forward and back. Cries fell from his lips, whimpers and moans as he reached for Mike, blindly tried to grab his hair and his shoulders, anything he could reach. He got a handful of Mike’s hair and tugged. He felt open in a way he hadn’t felt for a long time. Between the shower, and Mike’s fingers, and now this.
He was ready. He was more than ready.
“Condoms?” Mike’s voice was back to that low growl, rough and grating.
Tom made a vague motion to the nightstand and mumbled something. He scooted back, grabbing a pillow and shoving it under his hips as Mike lunged for the drawer. The new box of condoms, his old bottle of lube, and his new bottle of lube were in the drawer, next to his porn-pad, an iPad he’d bought and devoted solely to his tiny gay porn collection.
Mike ended up over Tom, his chest and his hip right in front of his mouth. He nipped at Mike’s skin, sucked one of his nipples into his mouth. Mike shuddered and nearly faceplanted on the mattress. He turned his heated gaze to Tom as he sat back, one long line of condom wrappers and the new bottle of lube in his hand.
“You plan on using all those tonight?”
“Maybe half.” Mike grinned. “You up for it?”
“With you? Yes.”
And then Mike poured lube into his hand, and against his hole, and he shivered from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes. Squirmed, and tried to push down, into Mike’s touch.
“Are you ready?”
Mike deserved an award for his patience. Tom would have had sex with him in his car, but Mike had brought them home, got them upstairs, into and out of the shower, and now into bed. And they were better for it. He was ready, more than ready. He nodded.
A tearing wrapper, and then Mike hunched over himself. Squirted more lube into his palm, and then lined them up.
Mike pitched forward, one hand landing beside Tom’s head. “Tom…” He stared into Tom’s eyes, breathing hard.
“I want this, Mike. I want you. I want all of you. This, andmore.” Tom cupped Mike’s cheeks and stroked his thumbs over his stubble. “Make love to me.”
Mike slid his hips forward. Tom gasped, arching his back, his neck, his eyes rolling back in his head. Mike froze. Waited.
Yes,this. God,this. He’d missed this so,somuch. The feeling of another man inside him, entering him, parting him. Being filled. His body sang, a violin string quivering on a held note. Mike kissed him, over and over, from his lips to his eyes to his chin, and one hand grabbed his hip, stroked over his leg, his thigh. “Tom, Tom, Tom…” He kept chanting Tom’s name in between each kiss, peppering Tom’s skin with breaths and lips and nips.
Tom wrapped his arms around Mike and held on as Mike rocked into him, surrounded him, swept him away. Kisses, breathless sighs, hips rocking. Pleasure like a rake over his nerves, raw bolts of lightning shooting through his veins. Perfection, the feeling of rightness, of putting the missing pieces back into the puzzle of his life.
Eventually, Mike pulled back and rolled Tom over, guided him to his hands and knees, and slid within him again. Tom shuddered, and kept trembling when Mike pulled him up and into his arms until he was leaning back against Mike’s chest. Mike’s arms wrapped around him, and his hands stroked over his chest and down.
Tom rested his head back on Mike’s shoulder, rolled his forehead against Mike’s neck, and gave in to Mike’s touch, his strokes, the kiss he dropped to Tom’s temple. His orgasm hit him like an asteroid crashing to earth, a sudden blaze and an earth-shaking roar, the slam of impact enough to shock his bones out of place, separate his soul from his body. Screaming, he went ripcord taut, grabbing onto Mike’s arms, his head, anything he could reach.
And then Mike cursed and grabbed Tom in return, holding him close. He whimpered, breathless sounds in Tom’s ear.
