Page 13 of Still Bruised
He wanted to roll Vic over so he could kiss him… and see all the pleasure unfurling over the guy’s face. He pulled out and rolled Vic to his back.
When he lifted his gaze, he realized Ashley wasn’t on the bed. He glanced around, but he didn’t see her at all.
“Where’s Ash?” Vic asked.
“Dunno,” Foster muttered.
Silence hung in the air for a several seconds.
Foster knew heshouldgo find her.
But he sure didn’t want to. Leave it to her to ruin his fun. If she wasn’t the center of attention, she wasn’t happy.
He’d spent too many years walking on eggshells, doing whatever she wanted, without thought tohis ownhappiness. She would never be happy. Not with him, anyway. Deep down, he’d known that and yet, he’d stayed and tried to give her what she wanted.
He was done trying.
“Should I go?” Vic whispered.
When Foster didn’t answer, Vic bent his body in half, bearing his ass in welcome.
“Or should we continue?”
Foster’s cock pulsed. Glancing down, he realized he was still rock hard and ready. Why waste it? Ashley would still be there to argue with later.
He climbed onto the bed before sliding back into Vic’s slick hole and earning a loud moan for his effort. He enjoyed hearingVic’s pleasure. It was such a turn on. When an angle seemed especially enjoyable, he hit it again and again, making Vic whimper and writhe under him. Within a few minutes, he had the guy loudly begging for more.
Digging his fingertips into Vic’s hips, he pulled all the way out and dove back in quickly. Vic whined with every thrust that followed. Foster’s entire body tingled with a clarity he’d never felt before, every neuron firing.
Thiswas pleasure.
Thiswas what he wanted in his life.
“Oh yeah, just like that,” Vic whimpered, his head falling back against the bed. “Gimme that big dick.”
Foster dragged a pillow over and tucked it under Vic’s head. He leaned down and captured Vic’s lips, kissing the man as he continued to thrust deep. The firm, rough feel of Vic’s lips against his was amazing. Ashley didn’t like kissing while they had sex.
He hated that.
Foster leaned back and surveyed the scene they made together, their bodies joined. He caressed Vic’s muscled chest, his powerful arms… and reveled at the strength contained within the man under him. It was so unbelievably different from what he knew. He’d only been with a handful of other women besides Ashley. Yet they’d all been so much like her. Small, soft, and smooth. Vic was none of those things. He was big, strong, and gruff.
Hooking his arms under Vic’s knees, he pounded that sweet hole, racing toward oblivion. He had no idea how manyminutes passed. They enjoyed one another until they both came, screaming their releases for the whole world to hear.
Foster rolled off, panting. Sweat dripped down his body. He peeled off the condom and tossed it to the floor beside the bed.
“That…was amazing,” Vic murmured once they’d finally caught their breath.
Foster smiled slightly, enjoying the scent of sweat and their sex filling the room. Though it was hard to feel too happy with what he sensed was coming next. “It was.”
“Are you sure you’ve never been with a guy before?”
“I have not,” Foster replied, staring up at the ceiling, the face of the one boy he’d kissed returning to his mind. “You were my first.”
Foster saw Jude’s face in his mind.Half covered with hair and that one green eye peeking out.
“I got your cherry,” Vic said, lifting to one elbow and rolling to his side to look at Foster. “I hope we can do this again.”
“I don’t know about that. I suspect all hell’s going to break out the minute we leave this room.”
