Page 36 of The Embrace of Evergreen
I cup his hard cock in my palm, my fingers trembling as I wrap them around his base. Touching another man has never felt like this. Skin has never felt this hot and sensual and alive. Breath has never sounded so ragged. I’ve never wanted to spend hours cataloging every shudder and moan and whimper so that I can replay them over and over in my mind. I tighten my hand, squeezing while I draw my fist up, and his long, chest-deep groan vibrates across my skin as his body curls further around mine. He is so unbelievably hard against my palm as I stroke upward until I reach…metal.
Metal.
I step back and look down, almost in panic, wondering what in the world could possibly be…
Three barbells thread their way through silken skin just under his swollen head. This man. Of course this man has a Jacob's ladder. A laugh bubbles out of me as I trace the bars with my fingertips, and when I search out the ocean-blue eyes I love so much, they're smiling at me. Blue winks. And the warmth that skitters through my chest is the same as the first time he winked at me across the coffee shop, and yet it’s so, so very different.
“Do they hurt?” My fingertips trace along the bars slowly, and I want to know what he feels when I touch them. I want to know everything he feels. I want to makehim feel good, the way no one has ever made me feel before.
His smile widens, tender and oh-so blinding, even in the dim bedroom light.
“They feel good.”
I pinch the skin surrounding the top bar lightly, and his breath rushes out in a harsh gasp.
“For you or your partner?”
“Both.”
I drop to my knees in an instant. His lip ring is warm when he kisses me, almost hotter than his skin somehow, and I want to know if these will be the same. I’m sure these will be the same, but I want to know for a fact. I want to know his taste and the feel of flesh and metal and the weight of him resting on my tongue. I want to know which of my touches will make him tremble and clutch at my shoulders until his head falls back and he’s nothing more than a puddle of pleasure and satisfaction. I want to know everything about him. I’ve never wanted anyone like this before. I’ve never needed to touch them and taste them the way I need blood in my veins and air in my lungs.
The blaze that sparked through my belly when I’d stepped close and our lips first came together is twisting and writhing across my skin as it grows into riotous flames of want and need and more and please and godyes. I lean in and flick my tongue along the metal that pierces through his skin. It’s hot and hard. His breath catches, and his hand is on the back of my head, fingers twisting through my hair. I’ve done this before, but it’s never been something I’ve wanted, not really. Not like this. I want it now. I want it more than I can remember ever wanting anything. My hands clutch at his thighs as I rock forward, stretching my lips wide and swallowing him as deep as I can. He smells like salt and smoke and hints of apple soap, and I can feel his stomach tense and his legs shake each time I suck or flick my tongue along the metal that adorns his tender skin. My eyes flick up to his, and he’s staring down at me, his pupils wide and his lips parted. He looks dazed and wild and beautiful, and I could watch him like this for the rest of forever.
It feels like only moments, only fractions of seconds, before he’s pulling on my shoulders and dragging my body up his. He’s groping and desperate and crushing his body against mine, and he’s so solid and real that all I can do is cling to him in wonder, and god, how I have dreamed of this, dreamed of him.
“Please. God, please. Yes.” Rambled words of hope and wonder fall from my lips, and then he’s pressing me onto the bed, lowering himself into my arms until we’re completely together once more, and there is only the warmth of his skin and the scratch of his stubble against my neck as I arch against him.
He moves over me, broad stretches of tan and glimpses of harsh black in the dim light. He’s all sharplines and soft fades as he explores my skin like he’s never wanted anything else in the world as much as he wants these moments. I’m clutching the sheets so tightly my fingers are numb, and I know my knuckles have whitened as he nips his teeth along my collarbone and trails his tongue down the center of my chest. His hands are everywhere all at once, fingers digging into my hips and caressing tenderly along my ribs and pinching my nipple hard enough that my back arches off the bed, and my whimpers fade to soundless keening as my breath abandons me completely.
He teases - light touches and the brief, sharp prick of teeth. The tickle of blue hair against my belly and marks sucked into my skin with slow, intense precision until the sensation almost shifts from pleasure to pain. My fingers tangle in his hair and claw at his shoulders as he sucks and licks and learns his way across my stomach and down my inner thighs. He’s kneeling between them now, his hands resting on my knees, pressing them further apart. I force my head up, and our eyes meet, and it feels like lightning and fire and coming home all at once.
His eyes hold mine as he leans down to lick a long, slow stripe along the underside of my cock, and being touched has never, ever felt like this before. He takes his time, sucking a line of kisses along the path his tongue just blazed before burying his face into my skin and inhaling me as if I’m the oxygen he needs to survive. His rough palms press against my thighs, spreading mefurther while he flicks his tongue into my slit and circles it around my head and uses it to lift me from my belly.
He groans as he takes me into his mouth, sinking down and down until I’m completely engulfed in wet and heat and pressure, and I’m panting and writhing and clutching at the sheets so hard that my fingers are cramping. I’m not going to last, and I want this to go on forever. I gasp, trying to cry out his name but unable to find words while he’s trying to pull my very soul from my body, and I’ve never, never known another man’s touch could feel this way.
“Inside me…I want to feel you inside me.” I can barely form words, but these feel important enough to fight for. I want more of him. I want to be his. Completely and unquestioningly his.
He sucks harder for a moment, and a ragged cry escapes my throat at the intensity of it all, and by the time he slowly releases me back onto my belly, I’m breathless and whimpering and fighting not to fall apart before he touches me again.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” He slides up, and his body is resting against mine once more, his lips wandering across my jaw, his breath hot on my neck, his cock hard and heavy against mine between our bellies.
“Yes. Please, yes.” I don’t even recognize my voice. It’s deep and broken and vibrating with need and emotion.
“I don’t have protection here. I never bring anyone home, and it’s been months since I’ve been with anyone anywhere else. Not since I met you. I’ve tested clean since then, but I don’t want to pressure you. It can wait for another time.”
The honesty and care in his voice and words have me scrambling to cup his face in my hands and press my lips to his again and again in soft, tender kisses that say thank you for caring about me, thank you for making me feel important and wanted and like I’m worth more than just a few moments of pleasure.
“I haven’t been with anyone for five years. I’m clean. I want you.” Our lips brush as I mumble the words against his skin. “Please.”
I’m ready to beg, ready to plead and promise and argue. I’m ready to do anything to feel him inside of me.
He nods. It’s a simple thing, a slow, uncomplicated movement, but it’s not simple at all. It’s everything. It’s trust and acknowledgment. It’s us putting our faith in one another and believing that we’ll be cared for, body and soul.
He shifts away, leaning across me to reach into his nightstand, and I press a kiss to his belly as it hovers over my face for a moment, and then his body is coveringme again, slick fingers reaching down between us. He circles and teases for only a moment before he sinks inside of me, slow and deep. His fingers push and slide and twist, and I groan and keen and squirm under his care. How is it possible for his touch to feel this good? He feels like ice and fire, and I need. I need less and more and for this to never ever stop. I arch under him, our chests pressing together as he whispers tender words into the bend of my neck and his fingers slowly take me apart.
His body shifts against mine, and the universe blinks into darkness, and then there is nothing but heat and pressure and Blue’s body surrounding me, inside of me. His hips are pressed tightly to mine, and my thighs are clamped to his sides, and I can’t think or breathe or remember what it was like to not have him in my arms.
His fingers interlace with mine beside my head and we’re clinging together so tightly that we may simply merge into one being before this is over. His forehead is resting against my shoulder, his cheek pressed into my neck, and I can feel the way his chest expands against my chest, his breaths matching mine. My other hand moves through his hair, holding him to me, and his breath stutters and catches in his throat until only gasps and curses escape to bury themselves into my skin. He marks me with them, and I want those marks for all of eternity. I want them to look like his tattoos, dark and contrasting against my paleness so that I can see them forever. So that the world can look at me and see that he’s been here. See that I belong only to him.
