Starting From Here (Starting From #3) - Lane Hayes Page 0,66
and moved into the room. “Nice place.”
I didn’t reply. I removed my boots and socks, hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my jeans and boxer briefs, and pushed them over my ass. Then I kicked the fabric aside, pushed the duvet to the end of the mattress, and sat on the edge. I looked up and made sure his gaze was locked on mine when I gripped my shaft and stroked.
Tegan’s nostrils flared as he closed the distance and stepped between my legs. I pressed my palm against his bulge and rubbed, taking a moment to admire the hard muscles and toned contours of his broad chest. He was a fucking work of art. I leaned in, licking a trail along his V-line as I pulled the denim over his ass.
His thick cock sprang forward like a flagpole. I curled my fingers around his shaft. I didn’t squeeze or stroke. I wanted to explore. I cupped his balls and traced the prominent vein from the base to the tip, circling the pad of my thumb over the crown, smearing precum liberally before sucking it off.
Tegan hummed in approval when I opened my mouth wide and sucked his length. He ran his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp as I bobbed my head and stroked myself. I cautioned myself to go slow. There was no reason to hurry.
But I also wanted him inside me…now. I released his cock and scooted backward on the mattress, linking my arms around his body and pulling him on top of me.
Tegan covered me like a blanket and crashed his mouth over mine, tilting his hips so his cock nudged mine. I hiked my legs around his ass, arching wantonly to keep up with the tempo he set. Our tongues twisted as I raked my nails down his spine to his sexy bubble butt. I smacked his ass hard, then summoned all my strength to push him off me and switch positions.
With his legs trapped in his jeans, it was easier than it probably would have been otherwise. I sat on my heels to peel the fabric away and take his socks off, kissing the inside of his thigh.
“You are so fucking sexy,” I whispered reverently as I kneeled between his legs.
Damn, it was true. Tegan was a sexy hunk of a man, toned from head to toe. I splayed my hands on his massive thighs and drank in the sight of him in my bed. He stroked his cock, watching me through hooded eyes as I studied him. I traced the inked flames over his pecs and tweaked his nipples. He grunted and upped the tempo, stroking himself a little faster. Mmm. He liked that. I did it again, shivering when he fixed me with a hungry look.
I braced my arms on either side of his head and kissed him, putting every ounce of passion and yearning I felt into the connection. I didn’t lick him, I tasted him. I didn’t touch him, I pressed my chest against his and rocked my hips in an effort to get as physically close to him as possible, savoring him like a fine wine for as long as he allowed.
Tegan took over easily. His sweet kisses morphed into a tongue-fuck, probing and carnal. And his hands were fucking everywhere. In my hair one second, on my ass the next. He flattened his feet on the mattress as he grabbed my ass, kneading my flesh, then pulling my cheeks apart before massaging the sensitive skin around my entrance.
Tegan broke the kiss and tapped my hole. “You want my finger?”
“No, I want your dick.” I whimpered when he pressed the tip of a single digit inside. “Oh, fuck.”
“Condoms?”
“Yeah.” I scrambled off him to open my nightstand and retrieve the supplies.
He grabbed the condom, tore the wrapper, and rolled it on. I poured lube on my fingers and reached around to stretch myself. Tegan smacked my ass. “No. I got this. Lie down.”
I obeyed. I spread my legs open wide and tried not to make any embarrassing noises when he pushed a single digit inside. Nope. I couldn’t do it. I moaned his name, lifting my right knee to my chest to give him better access. He looked so…mesmerized. His earnest gaze should have made me blush, but it made me feel kind of powerful. Strange thought since I was the one on my back while he hovered over me with his finger in my ass.