Melting - Sean Ashcroft Page 0,32

skills reached the level of acceptable.

“Did I?” Wes blinked innocently. “Don’t remember.”

“This is the best pasta I’ve ever had and I’m thinking about marrying it,” I quoted.

Wes grinned at me.

It hadn’t even been anything spectacular—it’d been good, I knew what I was doing, but limited ingredients and prep time meant I hadn’t broken out the entire range of my culinary skills. Anyone could make a decent pasta carbonara.

Wes hadn’t held back with praise, though.

Aaron, a food critic who couldn’t switch off even when I was cooking for him, had always started his opinion with this is good, but.

It was nice to be appreciated without criticism for once.

“Mmm,” Wes hummed. “That does sound familiar. But you know…” he trailed off, looking me up and down. “I could still eat.”

I barely had time to register his laughter at his own joke before he was backing me up toward the bed, pushing me down onto it and pinning me there, like I’d done to him last night.

“Hey, this mattress is nice,” Wes said, pausing to push his hand into it and watch it spring back, momentarily distracted.

I took the opportunity to flip us both over, rolling dangerously close to the edge but stopping just short of falling off, leaning over him.

Wes liked it when I took charge, and I liked it when he liked me.

“Glad you like it,” I murmured. “Because you’re about to see a lot of it.”

Wes beamed up at me and slipped a familiar tube into my hand from his pocket.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

15

Wes

A happy groan escaped me as Hayden’s cock slid home, fingers tightening in the sheets as I pressed my face into them, breath already coming in harsh gasps.

He felt so fucking good. I hadn’t been positive I’d be welcome, showing up outside his window like that, but this was absolutely worth the risk.

“So glad I got you nice sheets,” I said, panting into them, rocking my hips to get a little friction against my cock.

“Me too,” Hayden agreed, breath hot in my ear as he bent down to nip at the shell. “You look good spread out on them.”

I laughed, trailing off into a moan as Hayden’s hips started to move. Slow, deep strokes, deliberate and thorough and everything I wanted.

This was bliss. Every touch, every kiss, every stroke was even more toe-curling than the last, the sweet balance of tension and satisfaction rocking back and forth between the two of us.

The sheets creaked under my fingers as I gripped them tight, bracing against the overwhelming knot of pleasure growing in the pit of my stomach, making my skin tingle. Every inch of me felt raw and oversensitive, the brush of Hayden’s nose against the crook of my neck enough to make a moan escape me.

I was starting to understand what the phrase sexually compatible meant. This was everything I loved most about sex, turned up to eleven.

“You’ve gone quiet,” Hayden murmured, and it was completely unfair that he could still think that and say it in words that made sense.

I opened my mouth to answer, but all that came out was a hiccupped moan as he slid his hand under me, fingertips brushing against my steadily-leaking cock.

“Words hard,” I managed, which I thought I deserved a medal for under the circumstances.

Hayden chuckled in my ear, a low, rumbling sound that went straight to my cock, currently begging for attention. He must’ve known, somehow, because I barely had time to register how badly I needed the friction before Hayden’s palm was stroking the length, a hiss escaping me as he spread precome down it, fingers dipping low enough to brush against my balls on the next stroke.

I was so full and so oversensitive and so desperate and so needy, and Hayden was just leaving me hanging there, not giving me quite enough to come.

“Please,” I whimpered, dignity a long-lost concept by now.

It must’ve been the magic word, because Hayden laughed again, pulled my hips toward him, and somehow managed to drive his cock even deeper inside me, harder and faster now, no time to catch my breath between strokes.

I was a sobbing, gasping mess within what felt like seconds, hot, urgent tension building and building in the pit of my stomach, balls and thighs tight with the urge to come, so close, so close.

I bit my lip to stop myself crying out loud enough to be overheard, just barely remembering that was important as I came in a hot rush, nails scraping against the sheets,