The sharp sound and sudden flash of bright pain pulled a soft cry from my throat. My hips rutted against him, rock-solid cocks sliding against each other’s with delicious friction.
“You like that, baby?” He spanked me again, his eyes dark and wide as he watched me pant and writhe. He slipped a finger into my mouth as he bent to swipe his tongue over my nipple. “Fuck, you’re so perfect for me.”
More kissing. More tongues and teeth exploring lips and throats and shoulder blades. My mind spun out and I couldn’t make sense of anything anymore. Pleasure swamped me, and I took whatever Gil gave me eagerly.
He sucked up a mark on one shoulder as one hand gripped my hip, fingers pressing hard on my slick skin. His other hand squeezed and burned against my rear, probably pink from the heat and playful smacks that had me throbbing and pulsing out precum every time.
Gil’s fingers slipped into my crease and rubbed down, down over sensitive skin until he finally reached where I wanted him the most. My hole twitched when he touched it, an insistent rub and a couple of firm taps against the furled flesh.
How did I get so luck to find a beautiful, thoughtful, caring man who transformed into a sex god the moment the door closed behind us. Gil was everything, perfectly suited for everyfacet of who I was below the surface. Just like my sensible pants hid sexy underwear, his sweetness hid a deliciously dirty mind. I yearned to let him play out all his fantasies on me, knowing they’d be the same as mine.
Legs trembling, I widened my stance and pushed back into his hand. “Please, Gil.”
He chuckled when I whimpered as the pressure got harder. “Please what, baby? What do you want from me?” His other hand skated from my hip over my abs and chest to circle and flick my nipple again.
Whatever answer I gave disappeared in a muffled cry as the tip of that maddening finger finally breached my rim and plunged in to the first knuckle. I thrust back against his hand, forcing him deeper. On a gasping breath between commanding kisses, I managed to speak at last. “I want more, Gil. I want everything.”
Chapter 16
Gilbert
Could I give Sam everything? I didn’t know if that was within my power, but I sure as hell was going to try. He’d give me and Evie so very much. I pushed tender thoughts behind the overwhelming surge of lust coursing through me to save for later.
I needed him splayed out on my bed under me. I needed to touch and taste everything, and to finally… finally sink inside his tight heat.
By the time I finished rubbing the towel over my hair and closed the door behind us, Sam lounged against my pillows, legs spread and one knee up to show off for me. I didn’t waste any time. Crawling across the bed, I tucked myself under his slenderthighs and rolled him up so I could get at his little pink hole. The first swipe of my tongue made him cry out, but he clamped his lips together, and it turned into a shaky moan.
I smiled against his skin before dragging my tongue up the smooth skin to flick the underside of his sac. His thighs shook against my shoulders as I eased them wider. The next swipe over his hole brought another of those delicious sounds to his lips, but we couldn’t risk waking up Evie.
With a quick adjustment, I managed to reach up and plug two fingers into his hot, wet mouth. “No noise, baby. Get these wet for me.” The sloppy sucking sent shockwaves of pleasure straight through me. Did I want his mouth on me? I pushed the image of Sam on his knees out of my mind and returned my attention to feasting on him instead.
My tongue worked into the tight flesh, flicking and stabbing past his softening muscles. I wanted him ready and begging for me by the time I thrust inside. His mouth opened with a gasp as I speared him deeper, and I switched from mouth to hole before he had a chance to think.
One finger slid in easily, and I added the second on the third thrust. The hot grip of his channel held me tight and filled my mind with eagerness to hurry up and fuck him. I wouldn’t hurt Sam for the world, though, and I leaned over to fetch the lube from my nightstand.
“Yes, yes,” he muttered amid shaking breaths. “Gil, I want you in me. I want your cock.”
A quick drizzle of lube, and I plunged two fingers deep. My other hand stopped his leaking shaft from bouncing against his flat belly. I timed the strokes in and out, slow and steady, before adding another finger with a twist and a press on the special spot inside.
Sam slapped a hand over his mouth, a delicious growl deep in his throat, and his eyes shot wide. “Fuck me, Gil.” His pretty eyes, pupils blown wide, pleaded with me desperately.
I tagged his prostate again and a third time before finally giving in to what we both wanted. My hands shook as I rolled on the condom and slicked my length before lining up and…
Some people said your first time with anyone new always felt a bit awkward. It took time to figure out exactly what the other person liked and what really turned them on. You had to learn how far you could go and how your kinks aligned with theirs, if they had any at all.
Sinking into Sam felt like coming home, like some unbelievable, poetic perfection that cemented my already strong knowledge that we fit. It was more than physical, but fucking hell, the physical part bordered on perfection, too.
Sam and I had done a lot together. We’d done everything but actually fucked, and now that we’d finally gotten there, my brain and body couldn’t understand why we waited.
His flesh gripped me tight as I thrust inside, and every time I pulled out, he whimpered as if pained by the loss. Those muffled noises urged me on, and I lost any sense of gentleness or the slight twinge of first-time nerves.
I shifted to my knees and gripped his legs with tense fingers, bending him almost in half to get a better angle. The sight of my cock disappearing into that glistening pink ring drove me wild, and I only wanted more. Another subtle shift, another plunge that rocked his body back, and Sam’s eyes shot open.
“Ooh, that looks like the right spot, huh?” I thrust again, getting my answer when he bit his lip against another cry. His head rolled from side to side on the pillow as I pegged his prostate against and again.
A stream of pearly precum drooled from the tip of his bouncing cock, and he reached for it. I let him get two strokesbefore knocking his hand away. “That’s mine, baby.” My fingers wrapped the shaft, slid down to gently squeeze his balls, and then up again to the very tip to gather fluid on my fingertips.
I raised one to my lips, waited for him to look right at me, and licked it off. The other one I saved for him. My hips slowed to a deep and dirty grind as I leaned forward to dip my finger into his mouth. He sucked, eyes rolled back, before I shifted back to grip his knees again.
