Somebody to Love (Tyler Jamison #1) - April Wilson Page 0,69
mine. And then his cock brushes against mine, hot and wet from my mouth, and fire rages through me.
“I want us to come together,” he says against my lips.
When he rubs his hot flesh against mine, the friction is enough to make my eyes roll back in my head. He grips both of our cocks, his grinding against mine, his hand stroking us both.
The overload of sensations is just too much, and my head explodes. I clutch his hips and hold him to me, and we grind against each other, both of us straining for release. Now that we’re free to thrust together, my length slides along his, our cocks a perfect match of heat and friction.
His lips slide down to the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, and bites me lightly, then licks the spot. His mouth skims down my chest until he reaches a nipple, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
Pleasure shoots through me, from my nipple straight to my cock. I cry out, shocked by how good it feels as he swirls the tip of his tongue over my nipple. My hips are bucking now, against his, desperate for more of that mind-blowing friction. “Ian!”
His mouth returns to mine, our tongues tangling, both of us seeking the same thing. Our cocks burn together, sliding and stroking against each other. My cock is throbbing, and my balls draw up tight and heavy, and I’m desperate to come. He grips me tightly in his fist and jerks me off.
I press my forehead to his, my breath ripped from my chest. My lungs are burning. “Ian!”
“I’ve got you, baby,” he murmurs against my temple, his lips gentle and coaxing. “Come for me.”
My hips buck into his hold and then I see fucking stars as I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life. I feel a rush of heat, scalding hot, as my cock pulses in his fist. He tenses, too, right there with me, and we both strain together. I grip his cock and stroke him and soon he’s arching his back, groaning loudly as he comes with me.
It takes us both a minute to catch our breaths. I shiver, my damp, heated skin cooling as the air hits my body. He settles down beside me, his leg over mine. I lean my forehead against his, breathing in both his scent and the smell of sex in the air. My heart is pounding.
Finally, after milking my orgasm, Ian gently releases my cock. It was the best orgasm of my life. “Fuck.” My voice is no more than a husky rasp.
Ian smiles as he turns to face me and throws an arm over my hips and cups my ass, squeezing lightly. “You can say that again.”
I’m still trying to catch my breath. “Honestly, I’ve never experienced anything like it.”
“That was just an appetizer. We haven’t even had sex yet. The best is yet to come.”
I laugh. “If that was an appetizer, I’m not sure I’d survive the main course.”
He pats my hip. “Come upstairs with me. Let’s shower and crawl into bed. Spend the night with me.”
My throat tightens. God, I want to. But there’s so much I don’t know. I don’t know what he expects of me. I don’t know what I’m ready for, what I can handle.
“Hey, where’d you go?” he says, his voice teasing. He runs a hand over my chest, stroking my muscles before slipping around to the back of my neck. He catches my gaze, reading me so easily. “We’re just going to sleep, Tyler, that’s all. We’re not fucking, so relax.”
I’m not ready to leave him. Not yet. Not after that. So I agree to stay. “All right.”
He laughs. “You don’t sound very enthusiastic.”
“I want to stay. I’m just painfully aware of how ignorant I am… about all this.”
He leans close and kisses me, a gentle melding of our mouths. “Everyone starts somewhere. Just a shower, then bed.” He slides off the sofa and holds his hand out to me. “Come with me.”
I take his hand and let him haul me to my feet. Thank God for the blanket, because we made a mess. Not just on the blanket, but our abdomens are sticky with semen. “I definitely need a shower.”
After we gather up our things, Ian takes my hand, linking our fingers, and tugs me toward the stairs. “Me too.”
Chapter 25
Ian Alexander
Carrying our discarded clothes, we head upstairs to my bedroom, both of us in a euphoric, post-orgasmic haze.