Page 47 of Up In Flames
“Okay?” He whispered the question against my cheek. He was clean-shaven, but I half wished he’d have left some stubble. I craved the rough texture against my skin, like proof I’d been with him. The ache that I was sure to feel in my ass later would have to do as a reminder of where I’d been. Of the man I was with and what we’d done. As if I could forget. There was no way that a single moment of this would ever leave my memory.
My mouth opened and all that came out was a low moan, pleasure surging through me as Will’s fingers stroked against that delicious bundle of nerves inside me.
“You’re so hot like this,” he said, kissing me again before I could ask like what?
My brain was overheating in my skull, melting down with every kiss, every stroke of his fingers inside me. My skin was too tight. My breaths not deep enough. I couldn’t stop moving, squirming under his touch because it was both too much and not enough.
“Will—please.” My chest heaved as I gulped in a breath of air.
“Shhh. I got you.” He pulled his fingers out. I didn’t expect to feel so empty, so deflated. Like his touch was the thing making me larger than life, bigger than my body could hold.
The condom wrapper crinkled, and I cracked my eyes open in time to see Will roll the condom onto his dick. God, he wasn’t huge, but he was bigger than a couple fingers. He glanced up at me and offered me a lopsided smile.
“We’ll go slow, and I’ll stop whenever you want.” As he spoke, he drizzled lube onto the condom and slicked it up.
“Which will be never.” I laughed, reaching for my dick to give it a couple tugs. Fuck, he was hot as he moved to kneel between my spread legs. I opened them wider for him, a silent invitation. I’d beg if I had to. He had to know how wild I was for him, how desperately I needed him on me. Over me. Inside me.
“It might be easier if you roll over,” Will told me, but I was already shaking my head.
“I can’t kiss you that way.”
CHAPTER 22
Will
Every time I was with Oren, he surprised me. Sometimes it was a small shock. A little nugget of himself that he’d reveal to me. And other times, like now, it shifted my world a few steps to the right.
Soft and pliant beneath me, a flush of pink spread down his body from the tips of his ears, trailing down the column of his throat and spreading across his shoulders. His lip looked swollen from him biting it. But it was his gaze that took my breath away. The way he looked at me was nothing I’d experienced before. I’d give up the universe if it meant his gaze would remain unchanged.
“Please, Will.”
I loved the sound of my name on his lips. Inching closer, I put my free hand on his hip, stilling him, steadying myself as I lined up with his hole. His legs spread wider, falling open for me. He exhaled a shaky breath, his fingers sliding up the side of my knee.
Hurting him was the last thing I wanted to do, so I pressed in slowly, giving him time to breathe and stretch and get used to me before giving him more of myself. His fingers dug into my flesh when I pushed in further, relaxed when he was ready for more.By the time I was inside him, a sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead. Once I knew he was okay, I lowered myself down and kissed him.
Oren moaned into my mouth and arched underneath me. Arms wound around my shoulders, fingers dug into my shoulder blades, danced down my spine. Carved grooves into me as I started to move.
I fucked him slow so I could kiss him. Devour his mouth. Swirl my tongue against his, bite his already abused bottom lip. Oren’s arms trembled and he gripped me tighter.
“You’re okay,” I whispered, breaking the kiss so I could breathe, so I could hear the sounds he made. The gentle whimpers, the guttural groans when I thrust deeper, bottoming out inside him.
He tilted his head back, offering me his throat. He tasted of salt and skin.
“More. Harder,” he begged. Beneath me, he writhed and tried to meet my thrusts. Already he was coming apart.
I leaned back and grabbed his right leg. Gently I moved it, lifting it up over my head. I kept myself inside him while I urged him to lay on his side. Moving his leg upward, bending it at the knee, I leaned down again, rocking my hips forward as I brushed my lips against his.
“Oh,” Oren said, breathy and aroused. Shocked by the change in position that allowed a new, fun angle that should let my cock hit all the right places inside him.
“You like?” It was good that I didn’t expect an answer because the noise that came out of Oren wasn’t intelligible. It was needy, and he reached for me as he made it, urging me to come closer. Move. Thrust into him again. Part of me wanted to flip him onto his face and pin him down by his wrists, shove his face into the bed, and fuck him through it, but then I’d lose sight of those wide eyes, full of amazement. Lust. Affection. Wonder.
Sweat beaded on the back of my neck. Oren pulled me down to him. Our kiss was rough, and my body answered in kind, slamming into him with increasing force, driving us both up the bed. My fingers dug into the softness of his leg, just above the knee. His hand found mine, then slid up my arm.
“Will—I need. Need you to touch me.”
I let him roll onto his back. Lifting his leg, I rested it on my shoulder and kept it there. Oren stared up at me, wild-eyed as I wrapped a hand around his cock. He tipped his head back, making an offering of his throat as he moaned from my touch.
His hands didn’t seem to know what to do and eventually they ended up in the bedding, twisting handfuls until his knuckles were white. All taut skin and clenched muscle, beautiful in the way he trembled beneath me, he was the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid my eyes on.
