Staccato (Magnum Opus #2) - E.M. Lindsey Page 0,81

Adam’s hip while his other hand brushed down the crack of his ass. Adam’s pucker was tight—hairy, quivering under the barest pressure. He circled the tip of his finger around, and only when it sounded like Adam was on the verge of sobbing, did he push inside.

Adam arched back with a groan, his breathing labored, his hands scratching at the sheets. The noise sounded like bombs going off in the room, but Nik didn’t care. He didn’t care if the entire neighborhood could hear them. Hell, the thought of it—the thought of everyone knowing that he was giving this man pleasure—this man who deserved to feel pleasure every day for the rest of his life—made something raw and possessive claw at his chest.

He had Adam now. He was not letting go.

With a breath, he fucked one finger inside, and after long moments of feeling Adam clench around him, he added another. “Good?” he managed to ask. His orgasm was barely at bay, and he was afraid even a word from Adam would cause him to spill.

“So good. God.” Adam’s breath shook in his chest. “I can take more.”

Nik complied. Three fingers and more lube, and he pushed in hard enough to slap skin, to fill the room with a soft squelch that made his throat tight with need. “I…Adam…”

“Yes,” Adam said, and a second later, Nik felt the sharp edges of a condom packet against his knuckles.

He withdrew his hand, swallowing thickly at the sound of Adam’s needy groan, and he managed to get the foil torn, and the thin latex rolled over his dick. He pinched the tip, then squeezed the base of his cock as he used his other hand to guide himself to the slick, ready hole.

“I’m good,” Adam panted, pushing back against him when the tip of his dick met resistance. “I’m good, I swear.”

Nik bowed his head, then braced himself on the small of Adam’s back and pushed. It was the tightest fit he’d ever felt, the heat surrounding him almost too much. He panted through it, willing back the rising pleasure twisting in his gut. Adam squirmed, half like he was trying to take Nik deeper, half like he was trying to get away, but Nik kept an iron grip on his hips until he was finally—finally—fully seated.

“God, you’re…it’s so…”

Nik groaned, giving a shallow, experimental thrust. Pleasure raced up his spine. “Fuck, you’re the best thing I’ve ever felt. Ever. Adam, I…”

He felt Adam’s ass clench around him, then realized Adam was pushing up, rising until he was sitting astride Nik’s thighs, Nik’s cock buried in his ass as far as it could possibly go. Nik shuddered hard, wrapping his arms tight around Adam until there wasn’t a breath of space between them. His nose found the crook of Adam’s neck, and his teeth dug into his shoulder as he circled his hips.

“Touch me,” Adam begged. “Stroke my cock, please. Please.”

He didn’t need to beg. Nik would have given him anything—everything. He would flay himself alive and breathe his last at Adam’s feet if he said the word. His hand brushed down his sternum, between his firm pecs, down coarse hair until it found his dick. It was thicker now, still a little wet from Nik’s mouth, and Nik used what was left of the lube to stroke him, taking his cock between his thumb and first finger.

“Shit. Shit, yes,” Adam said. He began to move after that, controlling the pace, controlling the rise and fall of his body as Nik slid out, then slammed back in with every drop of Adam’s hips. He tried to keep rhythm, tried to help, but he had only enough control to stroke Adam’s cock. The rest was out of his hands.

“I’m going to come,” he warned. Adam said something, an answer, but Nik missed it as his lover sped up, took him harder, took him deeper.

Something bright erupted under his skin, something all-encompassing. He pressed one hand against Adam’s stomach, the other stroking along his dick as he cried out his ecstasy against Adam’s sweat-soaked back. For a moment, he didn’t feel like he was in his body, he was nothing but weightless energy—a part of something bigger, greater, important.

He came back to himself in small fits and bursts until he was aware of his breathing, how the hitch of it matched Adam’s. His hand still lay against Adam’s dick, but a firm grip on his wrist had stopped the motion, and his cock was starting to