Page 58 of Up In Flames
He reached for the hem of the shirt, but I stilled his hands and leaned in close, brushing my lips against his. “The shirt stays on.”
Understanding washed through his gaze, then he smirked at me. “This old thing?”
Grabbing him by the back of the neck, I hauled him against me, kissing him ferociously. Deeply. I wanted to taste the need that poured out of him. I wanted to feel his helpless moans against my tongue as I lowered him down onto the bed. Oren underneath me was one of my favorite things. The feel of his desperation as he pawed at me, yanking my shirt off was another. But most of all, I loved the softness in his gaze when he looked at me. I’d missed that when we were out at the pub. He’d kept it carefully hidden away, but it was back now.
“Will.”
My name sounded like a prayer when he said it like that. Like he attached all his wants and needs and secret hopes and dreams to it before breathing it into existence.
As much as I loved looking at him, it wasn’t his face I was interested in at the moment. With a final kiss, I sat back and flicked the button of my pants open. “Roll over for me.”
He let out a breath and his eyes went wide, but then a smile tugged at his mouth, and he did as he was told. He propped himself up on his elbows so he could turn his head and watch me get undressed. When I showed up, I was already hard, but the sight of him in my shirt did something to me. It made me feral for him. My dick stuck straight up, and I grabbed it, indulging myself with a few slow strokes to drive Oren nuts.
Climbing back onto the bed, I settled myself between Oren’s legs, spreading them to make room for my body between them.
“Ass up, baby.”
“Oh, God.” Oren groaned as he got up onto his knees. His cock hung down, hard and heavy, leaking precum. I wrapped my hand around it and gently drew it back, licking the head before taking it into my mouth. Oren buried a moan into the bed and pressed himself closer to me.
I loved knowing that I was the first man to put my mouth on him. The first man to suck his cock and make him come. The first one to slide inside him and own a part of him that no one else had touched before.
Releasing the head of his cock from my mouth, I gave his dick a couple tugs. Oren moaned again when I licked a trail up, starting at his sac, sliding over his taint and teasing past his hole only to turn back and lave my tongue over it.
“Will.” Oren’s sharp voice broke the silence.
I licked him again and whatever else he might have wanted to say died.
“Oh. Oh, fuck me.”
Gladly. But not yet. Kneeling behind him, I gripped a cheek in each hand and spread him open. Working up a mouthful of saliva, I spit it directly onto his hole, earning a surprised gasp from him. And then I dove in again. Circling his hole with my tongue, I kissed and licked until the muscle was soft and pliant, allowing me to work my tongue inside him.
Oren writhed, grinding his ass against my face. He seemed lost in the pleasure, but I wanted him beyond lost. I wanted him mindless. Boneless. Desperate and begging for me.
I speared my tongue inside him, and he groaned, long and low. His body shook, legs quaked as though he was being pulled apart at the seams. He writhed and wriggled until I had to circle an arm around him and pull him close, trapping him against my mouth.
“You’re going to make me come,” Oren whined.
While that was the objective, I didn’t want him to come until I was buried deep inside him.
I pulled back, working my jaw back and forth before relaxing it. Oren collapsed into a heap, spread out like a starfish. His body heaved as he sucked in deep breaths.
The bed dipped as I leaned over and grabbed the supplies off the nightstand.
“No condom,” Oren said. “We’re fine, right? I was negative. You were negative.”
He peeked at me over his shoulder and shot me a hopeful look.
I dropped the condom and straddled him. I pried his cheeks apart with one hand and drizzled lube onto his hole.
“That’s cold.” Oren laughed and wriggled. His wriggles suddenly had a rhythm, and I gave him a sharp slap on the ass.
“No humping the bed. At least not until I’m inside you.”
He buried his face in the bed and let out a mournful groan. “Then hurry up and get in me, Will. I’m fuckin’ dying here.”
“Bossy bottom.”
“Bossy boyfriend.” Oren wiggled his ass at me as if I needed more encouragement.
