I’d never thought of my name as anything but ordinary, but coming out of Ozzie’s mouth, it became a litany of worship, a prayer of pleasure and need. His hand fisted in my hair as I continued my journey, exploring everywhere with the reverence it deserved.
I slid down his body, leaving a trail of kisses down his curvy belly until I was at eye level with his arousal. His erection had extended a little, and as I spread his legs wider, I inhaled, heart pounding.
“Gray.” Ozzie’s legs trembled. “Why are you staring?”
“I’m thinking just how much all of you turn me on.”
“All of me?” He lifted his head. “But it’s so small.”
“It belongs to you, and you’re wonderfully made. Let me show you just how much.”
I took him in my hand and stroked him slowly, teasingly, while waiting for every gasp and plea from his lips. As I looked up at him through my lashes, I sucked him into my mouth.
“Oh!” He punched his hips up, then dropped back down to the blanket spread out beneath him. A hand pressed to his stomach, Ozzie raised himself on one elbow and watched me going down on him. “Fuck.”
I mirrored his sentiments with a hum of agreement, sending vibrations through his member and earning another startled gasp from him. I explored every inch of him with my tongue. I bobbed my head faster as Ozzie thrust his hips in rhythm with me.
His body shook, and his breaths came out in shallow, uneven pants, and I knew he was close. This might just be the one and only time I had to touch Ozzie like this. I didn’t want it to be over yet, so I backed off, lapping at the precum leaking from him. I’d never seen another man’s precum gush this hard.
Moving one hand down, I cupped his balls and applied gentle pressure while working his cock into my tight fist. Ozzie’s body quivered. I released him. Dazed, he blinked several times and groaned.
“What happened? Did you just edge me?”
I chuckled, rising over him to press my lips to his. “Do you have objections?”
“I’d be a fool to.” His hand touched my lips lightly. “Gray, no one’s ever touched my body the way you do. You don’t skim over my imperfections but kiss and touch every part of me.” His eyes misted, and he sniffed. “I’m terrified.”
“Of what?”
“That after you, I’ll somehow get the idea that I deserve better—more.”
Maybe there doesn’t have to be an “after me.”
Maybe this is the better that you deserve.
Maybe this is the more that you crave.
But I didn’t mention that to him. Instead, I kissed him and poured words into him I didn’t dare to utter. I’d already said too much about the way I felt about him.
“Get on your knees for me, sweetheart.”
Ozzie complied, slowly settling onto his forearms and knees with his torso lowered to the bed of the truck. He shuffled his knees apart so the plumpness of his pale ass stood out against the dying sun.
“I don’t have any lube,” he said. “But I can take you with plenty of spit.”
“Don’t worry about it.” That I’d brought lube and a condom with me showed my premeditated intent to sleep with Ozzie. I should have felt guilty, but I was only giddy I hadn’t been wrong and that he’d wanted this as much as I did.
He looked so beautifully vulnerable lying there, waiting for me. “Tell me, Ozzie.” I spread his cheeks apart and used my thumb to play with his hole. “What do you like when you’re having sex?”
“Hmm.” He rolled his hips to the movement of my finger.
“Ozzie.” I stopped swiping my thumb over his entrance.
“Sometimes I’m shy and may need some encouragement at first.”
“Okay.” I’d already figured that out.
“But I like most things. Just one thing…”
