Page 27 of Gift of You
He chuckled, propping himself up so he could look at me. “You totally growl. It’s part of your charm.” I could feel myself frowning, but that didn’t stop him from pressing a kiss to my lips. “Don’t worry, though. It’s sexy as hell.”
“I think that’s enough talking.” I surged up, flipped him onto his back, and pinned him in place. If he wanted a growl, I’d give him one.
I swung my leg over him, straddling his belly and rubbing my hardening cock against his skin. Taking his hands in mine, I pinned them above his head, then bent down and bit at the skin at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. I trailed my tongue up the column of his throat before taking his earlobe into my mouth and giving it a nibble. He bucked his hips, his cock grazing the cleft of my ass and sending a jolt of lust shooting through my body. I hissed in response, and though I’d had plans of stretching this out, of teasing him for his sass, the feel of his cock against my ass, even as light as the touch was, sent those thoughts flying right out the window. My new focus was on possession. On showing him who was in charge.
I started with his smart mouth, sealing it with mine and shoving my tongue inside with very little finesse. I kissed him deeply. Fiercely. Swallowing his moans and whimpers until my lips were raw, and I could barely breathe. “I’m going to let go of your hands. Are you going to behave?”
“Absolutely not.”
He grinned, and lord help me but I couldn’t resist kissing him again. That smart mouth of his... What was it about that mouth that just did it for me? I was a glutton for punishment, that was for damn sure.
Shaking my head, I shifted my body, sliding lower until my knees framed his hips and my cock was hovering above his. I watched as the bead of precum that had gathered at the tip of my dick glistened and then dropped to land on his. Fuck, what a sight that was. It wasn’t something I’d ever imagined seeing in my wildest dreams, let alone experiencing in person, but there was no denying it was hot as fuck.
In fact, everything I’d experienced with him was hot as fuck. I needed to stop comparing this to what I’d experienced before, and I needed to stop worrying about what might come after. I should focus on right now and enjoy every moment of it.
I leaned over and slid open my nightstand, rummaging around until I came up with a bottle of lube.
“That answers that question,” he muttered.
My eyes shot to his. “What?”
“I was just wondering the other day if straight men knew about lube.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, we know about lube. Gay guys aren’t the only ones who use it.”
I flipped the lid and drizzled some over both of our cocks, then closed the lid and tossed it aside. He started to speak, I assumed to respond to my comment, but he never got the words out. I’d taken both of our dicks in my hand, and began spreading the lube on both of us, causing him to pull in a sharp breath and close his eyes.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he muttered, his voice thin and breathy.
I released us, leaning forward to brace myself on my hands while I stared down at him. I waited for his eyes to open and focus on mine, then gave a testing roll of my hips. I’d been riveted by a scene like this in my book and now seemed like a good time to try it.
“You like that, don’t you?” I asked, my voice gruff as I rolled my hips again. His pupils were blown wide as he stared up at me, lips parted and color staining his cheeks. For once, he didn’t have anything to say. “You like my weight on you? Holding you down while I rub my dick against yours?”
He brought his hands down to grab my ass and squeeze as he thrust his hips up into mine. “I don’t just like it. I fucking love it, Matty. Jesus, you feel so damn good.”
I lowered myself onto my elbows, bringing my face closer to his and changing the angle of my hips. In this position, our cocks were trapped between our bellies, adding more friction andsending sparks skittering along my spine. We’d barely started, and I already knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
Wanting it fast and dirty, I jerked my hips forward again and again, rutting against him in a relentless rhythm. Feverish with the need to get off, I thrust harder and faster, nearly going mad with the feel of his body against mine.
“Come on, Lou. Come for me.” His eyes rolled back and his chin tipped up as he let loose a guttural moan. Liquid heat spread between us, adding more lubrication to the mix, and I felt my own eyes roll back as the first spurt of cum shot out of me.
“Fuuuuck,” I grunted, my head falling to his shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me.
My hips slowed to a stop, and I collapsed on top of him in a heap. I was sweaty and there was a pool of cum trapped between us, but I couldn’t summon the energy to do anything about it.
“Am I squishing you?” I mumbled into his shoulder. I sincerely hoped his answer was no because I didn’t think I could move just yet.
“No. I like your weight on top of me.”
“Good. I might just have to stay like this for eternity.”
He chuckled, rubbing his hands up and down my back. “What’s wrong, old man? Two orgasms in one day too much for you to handle?”
“You’re two years older than me.” I pinched his arm. “Old man.”
“Rude.”
“You started it.” Somehow, he’d reduced my maturity level to that of a twelve-year-old. And damn was it nice to flirt with someone again.
