Page 90 of Finding Their Place

His focus slipped to my mouth, and I remembered his kiss, the way he’d moved his lips over mine, the slow fuck of his tongue… Need raced through me, for release, for escape from the ache in my chest.

“Give me your mouth, Garrett.”

His command shot lust through my blood, and I dove in, sagging at the taste of him once more on my tongue. We didn’t kiss. We ate at each other’s mouths like we hovered on the verge of starvation, ruled by instinct to survive. We fought for breath, swallowed moans, hands needy and grasping. Rough and bruising.

Sucking on his lips and tongue satisfied me better than any damn lollipop, and I couldn’t get enough of his taste.

“Off,” Wyatt demanded against my mouth, yanking at my sweats. “I want to feel all of you.”

I tore my lips from his long enough for us to shove the fucking things to the floor as he did the same, and I climbed back aboard, skin to skin. Cocks hard and leaking, rubbing against each other.

He held my face and kissed me like I was a glass of iced water after a long day’s work. I wrapped my hands around our dicks and smeared the slickness of our pre-cum together.

“Ah fuck,” he groaned into my mouth before ripping away to watch. “Fuck, yeah. Christ, that feels so good.”

Our foreheads pressed together, and his palms slid down my back to once more grab my ass. We stared at my fists wrapped around our lengths. We rutted. Cursed. Panted. A mess painted my hands, and we made crude schlicking noises while we fucked up into my fists.

“Never felt hands like yours,” Wyatt said, his voice nothing more than a rumble of need. “So good, Garrett. Fuck.”

Wyatt’s hands kneaded my cheeks with bruising force, and I ached for him, my heart cracking wide open from all the praise he rained down on me.

“Touch me,” I begged on a moan. “Please.”

He claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss.

My ass—

His fingertips trailed down my crack, and I whimpered like a dick-needy whore. Featherlight touches over my puckered skin teased rather than satisfied, so I released one hand from our dicks and reached back to give him what I needed.

Pre-cum smeared over my hole.

Not quite lube, but enough that he easily teased the tip of his finger past my ring while I took over fucking our dicks with my hands again.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered against my mouth, and our kiss went still, lips touching but unmoving as he dipped into me. “Goddamn, Garrett. You’re driving me mad.”

I squeezed around his finger, and he cursed, thrusting harder into my hand as though imagining shoving into my ass.

“More,” I demanded, and he pulled his finger out—and pushed back in, clear to the knuckle.

The burn drew up my balls rather than deflating my dick, and I hissed at the sting. It’d been a long fucking time. More wetness oozed from my slit, and I rode his finger, fucking against his cock, my heart racing.

“Are you close, Garrett?”

“Yeah,” I breathed against his mouth, my balls and spine tingling.

“Paint my abs with your spunk,” he ordered, a goddamn bossy fucker I couldn’t get enough of. “Want to feel your desperate ass clench around me.”

“Oh shit.” I gasped—and came in an eruption, shooting off like a geyser all over his torso like he’d told me to. “Fuck…” I thrust, moaning and shivering. “Wyatt—”

He let out a deep groan, releasing into my hand. On my stomach, dripping into my pubes.

His finger slid from my ass, and our mouths met before either of us finished ejaculating. Twitches and shudders rolled over us as we clung to one another. The kiss turned languid but far from finished. Tongues took up where our groins let off, slowly fucking in an erotic dance I never wanted to end.

Cum covered my hands, but I ran them up through the mess on Wyatt’s torso, over his pecs, mapping out his upper body, then behind his head. Our chests stuck together, hard muscle grinding even though our cocks lay spent between us.

We were filthy. Fucking perfect.

He tasted so damn delicious too. Hops and spice… I sucked on his tongue, hungrily swallowing the sweetness of him. I crowded in close, a whimper for more escaping me.

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