Page 21 of Egg Me On
I moaned into the kiss, fingers digging into his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath his t-shirt. Cash responded by shoving me backward onto the sleeping bags, following me down without breaking the kiss. His weight settled over me, delicious andheavy, one thigh pressing between mine. I arched up against him, desperate for friction, for pressure, for anything he'd give me.
He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to stare down at me, eyes dark with desire. His breathing came in short, harsh pants that matched my own. One large hand framed my face, thumb tracing my lower lip with surprising tenderness.
There was a question in his eyes that he didn’t ask out loud.
I reached up, fingers tracing the edge of his stubbled jaw, making absolutely sure he understood. "If you’re asking, the answer is yes. I want you to fuck me, Cash. I've been fantasizing about you since the day we met," I confessed. "Lots of very dirty fantasies, and you know, maybe I shouldn’t be sharing so much? I don’t know. Oh, and I’m a bottom, but I don’t mind topping if you want to try that, but if you want to stick your dick in me, I’m all for that. My mouth is available—"
Something fierce and possessive flashed in his eyes as he cut me off with a hungry kiss. Then he dipped his head, lips brushing my ear, nibbling down my throat, hungry and wild, communicating everything with touch instead of words.
His teeth grazed my earlobe, sending sparks cascading down my spine. I gasped, arching against him as his mouth traced a burning path down my neck. One of his hands slid beneath my shirt, calloused palm hot against my skin, and I shivered against his touch, reaching between his legs to cup him, finding him rock hard. And very, very big.
“Okay, you’re going to need to do some prep to fit this inside me,” I said, grinning.
Chapter 8
Cash
My hands shook asI yanked at Aiden's shirt, desperate to see more of him, to feel his skin against mine. His monologue, while we’d been riding, had been ninety percent about how horny I made him, at least until he’d realized I could hear him.
Technically, I should have told him there was a radio on the helmet, but seeing him in the leather jacket I’d bought for him, stole all my words. Once again, he managed to be both sexy and cute and a little ridiculous, but in the best possible way.
And on the ride, I’d learned that he had a horny mind and a filthy mouth. That he wanted me to bend him over the Harley and fuck him on it, to shove my dick deep into his hole. That he loved riding with me. The last one he’d said toward the end of the ride, after he knew I could hear him. Like he wanted to make sure I knew.
For now, he was going to have to settle for being fucked in the tent, instead of on my Harley, though. And under the lantern light, he was fucking gorgeous—all smooth skin and subtle definition where I was rough edges and bulk—and I wanted to devour every inch of him. I’d been attracted to men occasionally before, mostly men like him. Lean, slim, and cute.
He’d told me to prep him, and I wasn’t entirely sure how to do that. And I was kind of frozen. My words weren’t coming. He was so damn beautiful that I couldn’t find words—literally. My voice caught in my throat, and nothing would come out.
Not that that was unusual for me, but with him, I wanted desperately to fix it. Wanted to say all the things that I couldn’t get out.
And my body didn’t want to move.
"I want to see you, too," he whispered, tugging at my shirt, eyes dark with hunger.
I let him pull it off, feeling strangely vulnerable as his gaze raked over my tattoos, my chest, the trail of hair disappearing into my jeans. His fingers traced the geometric patterns inked on my bicep, following the lines down to my forearm, touch feather light but leaving fire in its wake.
The way he pressed forward, doing enough talking for both of us, made me hope he’d gotten accustomed to my problem with words. If I waited long enough, he’d get impatient and startdoing the talking for both of us, asking me questions I could answer without words.
I fucking loved that about him.
"I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you," he confessed, leaning forward to press his lips against a gear design over my heart. “At that point, I was pretty sure you were straight, but I suppose, given the size of your erection and the lube you packed, that you must at least be bi.”
I nodded, and he smiled, kissing his way lower. The wet heat of his mouth sent electricity racing through me, cock hardening painfully against denim that was suddenly too fucking tight.
I fumbled with the button of his jeans, cursing under my breath when my fingers—usually so precise with engines and tools—became clumsy with want. Aiden laughed softly, the sound vibrating against my skin where his mouth still explored my chest. He reached down, helping me, our fingers tangling as we worked his pants down his hips.
I growled, shoving at fabric, desperate for more skin, more heat, more Aiden beneath me. He lifted his hips, letting me drag his jeans and underwear down in one rough motion. My breath caught as his cock sprang free, hard and flushed against his stomach and bigger than I’d imagined it. The sight of another man’s cock should have been a turnoff, but instead sent a molten surge of desire straight to my groin.
Aiden kicked his pants away, now completely naked in the amber glow of the lantern. He gazed up at me for one heated moment, then in a fluid motion that stole my breath, he rolled onto his stomach and pushed up onto his knees. His back arched like a fucking masterpiece, the elegant curve of his spine leading my eyes down to where he reached back with one hand, spreading himself open and bit his bottom lip.
"I’ve imagined having you like this," he said, voice rough with want, looking back over his shoulder at me. "Want you inside me. I think about you riding me like you ride that bike. All that power and drive."
I froze, blood roaring in my ears. His hole fluttered as he spread himself wider, pink and tight, and suddenly the most terrifying and most sexy thing I'd ever seen. Engines, I understood. Motorcycles, I could take apart and rebuild blindfolded. But this—a man's body, Aiden's body, waiting for me to know what to do—this was uncharted territory.
"Cash?" Aiden's voice cut through my panic, his brow furrowing, his cheeks turning pink. "Is there something wrong? Did I do too much? I do tend to get a little bold when I’m horny."
Heat crawled up my neck, embarrassment warring with desire as I knelt there, still half-dressed and fully out of my depth, trying to force my words out, but they wouldn’t come. How did I tell him I wanted this without speaking?
I could show him. Show him how hard he made me, show him how much I wanted this. I tore at my jeans, desperate to showhim just how hard he made me, and he watched, eyes widening as I bared my cock to him, hard and leaking.
