“Yeah.”
“It feels good. You’re really tight.” As I wasn’t going to say thank you, I said nothing. Mac began to rock, slight movements that pushed him deeper on each return stroke. “Can you come from getting fucked?”
“Yeah.”
“I want you to come.”
“Good to know. It’s always handy to have a lover who looks beyond their own orgasm.”
We’d reached the stage where Mac’s pubic bone pressed against my arse, the feeling of being completely full both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. “Fuck,” he said. “I’m fully in you.” I might have worried he was about to freak out if it wasn’t for the note of wonder in his voice. Yeah, Cormac King was fully on board with what we were doing. Fully on board and almost vibrating with the need to move.
“Thirty more seconds,” I urged. “Just give me time to get used to it.”
“You can have as much time as you want. I’m not going anywhere.” Hands stroked along my back, the movements almost a massage. Mac gave a little laugh. “When I boarded that plane to Paris, I never foresaw my trip ending up like this.”
“Balls deep in a Frenchman?” I offered.
“Yeah.”
“I’d like to say that when I stumbled across you in the shower, all wet and soapy, with your cock on full display that it never occurred to me either, but I’d be lying. I think it occurred to me within the first ten seconds.”
Mac’s laugh was husky. “You should have got in the shower with me.”
It was just talk. We both knew that. Had I made a move, we no doubt wouldn’t be here now. Mac would never have invited me to keep him company that night. We’d never have become friends. And as a result, he’d never have lied to Cillian and claimed we were seeing each other. “Okay.”
I only got through the first syllable of giving Mac the green light before he started to move. After that, we didn’t speak; we focused on achieving orgasm. Mac was good, treating me to a series of deep thrusts that hit my prostate every time and had me groaning.
“Yes!” he said as he increased his speed and I took everything he had to give and still craved more.
My orgasm was already well on its way when I demanded a change in position, Mac withdrawing so I could flip onto my back and hold on to my thighs. He wasted no time in sliding back in, soon realizing two things that had been difficult before were now possible: kissing and stroking my cock. Mac proved himself the master of all multi-taskers as he took care of both, all without losing the rhythm of his thrusts.
I came with a cry, Mac managing a few more thrusts before his last went deep and he shuddered on top of me as he filled the condom. We lay still for a couple of minutes before he recovered enough to deal with the condom and roll off me. Once he had, he propped himself up against the headboard and looked pleased with himself. “Well, that was enjoyable. And not that much different when it came down to it.”
“Oh, joy! I like nothing more than a postmortem after sex that compares gay sex to heterosexual sex.” Despite my words, curiosity had me asking one pertinent question. “Have you ever had anal sex with a girlfriend?”
Mac shook his head. “Nope. Can’t say I have.”
Following his lead, I hitched myself higher against the pillows. I needed to deal with the sticky mess coating my abs, but it could wait a few minutes. “Because none of your girlfriends were up for it? Or because it never occurred to you?”
Mac flashed me a smile. “The latter. I’m very vanilla.”
“Course you are.”
His gaze swept over me. “You’re a mess.”
“If I am, it’s your fault.”
“I can live with that.” He was back to being smug again. I considered smothering him with a pillow and then discounted it due to it taking far too much effort.
“Are you attracted to Cillian?”
My head swung around so fast it was a wonder I didn’t give myself whiplash. “What? Why on earth would you ask that?”
Mac’s gaze fastened on me, steady and unblinking. “It’s a valid question. We share a lot of similarities. You wouldn’t be the first man to find a replacement for someone you couldn’t have.”
“No. No… A thousand times no. And I didn’tfinda replacement. You forced your number into my phone. You called me up and demanded I spend time with you. You told your brother we were seeing each other. You kissed me. You decided after that kiss that you wanted to take a walk on the wild side. You confessed how you were feeling. You refused to leave when I asked you to. Are you getting the drift yet? Or do I need to carry on?”
“All valid points,” Mac admitted. “I just wanted to check you weren’t closing your eyes and pretending I was Cillian.”
