Page 36 of One More Yule Log
“Whenever you’re ready, honey. I’m here for you.”
“Mmm. Let me watch for just another minute.” He slid his fingers in super deep, really letting Ben feel him.
“Oh…” Ben arched, one knee drawing up and out.
“So damn pretty. I love the shapes your body makes.” He loved all sorts of things.
Ben flushed, that sweet belly going tight and hard for him. He could see the pleasure in Ben’s eyes, and he wanted to put more there. More of everything.
He pushed in again, and when Ben’s lips parted, he stroked that sweet spot over and over. Yes. Just there. Anything that could put that expression on Ben’s face was worth lingering over.
“Fuck. Please. Please, Gray.” He made this gorgeous man beg.
“Yeah. Yeah, now.” He pulled free, then hurriedly opened a condom and fumbled it on.
“Uh-huh. Now is good.” Ben grabbed his legs and tugged hard.
He lurched forward, laughing when they smacked together. Gray lined up so he could push in, slow and, he hoped, smooth.
Ben’s body was a furnace around him, holding him tight. Gray had to stop a moment to breathe, because he thought he might lose it. Had just sliding in ever been so good? He didn’t think so.
Ben propped himself up a little on his elbows and pressed down, taking him a bit deeper.
“Mmm. Just like that.” He stroked forward, letting them come together, then move back.
“Yeah. Yeah, god…” Ben was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, and that sweet body worked his cock like a fist.
His eyes were trying to roll, but he kept them open and focused. He needed to see all this.
Ben took him, every inch, and he wrapped his fingers around Ben’s thighs so he could thrust.
“That’s it.” Ben nodded hard, panting, lips wet and gorgeously swollen. “Fuck me. Hard.”
“I can do that.” In fact, he wasn’t sure he could do anything else right now. His hips started moving before he stopped speaking, and he sawed back and forth, losing any kind of smoothness almost right away.
He was just too damn excited for suave. He could be suave tomorrow morning. Maybe.
Gray wasn’t sure he would ever get blasé about Ben.
“God. Good, honey. So good. More.” Ben tugged at him, humming deep in his chest.
“I got you.” He did. Gray was inside and rocking and rolling and filing this lovely man.
“Yeah.” Ben bucked, riding him like a madman.
He watched, touched as much as he could, even if his hands didn’t want to work. Gray was flying.
“Soon. Soon, honey.” Ben’s fingers dug into his arms, hard enough that they’d leave marks. The idea excited Gray unbearably, and he nodded hard, not able to verbalize agreement. Ben grunted, one hand slipping to pump that long cock, and Jesus help him, he felt that all the way to the bone.
Gray groaned, jerking back and forth rather than thrusting. “Now, honey. I gotta go now.”
“Come for me. I’m close. Please. Shoot for me.” That husky tone made his eyes cross.
It also made him shoot so hard his teeth rattled. Jesus, that felt like nothing else.
He was still flying when he heard Ben’s low, needy cry, felt him bear down. Gray smelled Ben moments before he felt Ben’s seed on his skin.
“God.” Ben moaned, melting underneath him, trembling wildly.
