Starting From Here (Starting From #3) - Lane Hayes Page 0,82
his length before hopping off the bed. “Be right back.”
I found the supplies and grabbed a towel at the last second. “Hey, I remembered the—oh. Holy fuck.”
I dropped the towel on the bed and stared slack-jawed at my lover. Tegan’s legs were spread wide, his right hand holding his cock against his lower abs as he slipped the tip of a finger into his hole.
“Ungh,” he moaned.
“Christ. You have no idea how fucking hot you are.”
I tossed a single condom beside the towel and reached for the lube, pouring a generous amount onto my palm. I drizzled some over his shaft and his balls, then smeared the lube with two fingers and pushed them into his hole.
There was a good chance he’d stop me at any second. I’d been on the receiving end every time we were in bed together. In a way, he’d been holding out on me. Maybe it was a control thing. I didn’t mind. I’d become good at bottoming, and I loved having him inside me, but I’d kind of hoped he’d let his guard down eventually.
I climbed onto the mattress and kneeled between his thighs, stroking myself as I watched the show. Our fingers moving in unison might have been the hottest thing I’d seen in a long time. When Tegan pulled his finger out, I added another and upped the tempo, slipping my fingers in and out, twisting my wrist to reach his prostate.
“Fuck, Dec. That’s it. Right there.”
“Are you gonna let me fuck your tight hole?” I hummed, bending to lick his balls and his shaft. “You know you want it.”
And the steel rod poking his inner thigh indicated I was more than ready to deliver. I added the tip of a third finger, leaning over to swallow his cock and hopefully drive him wild.
“Baby, that’s so good.” He melted onto the pillow with a sigh, widening his legs to give me better access. I sucked his balls and moved lower still to lick his entrance and— “Oh, fuck.”
Damn, I should have insisted on doing this a long time ago. He tasted so fucking good. I teased his hole, loving his wanton surrender as he writhed under me, pumping his hips while I licked and sucked. When he pulled my hair, I went still.
I kissed his balls, his cock, and his belly button, then sucked his nipples…one at a time. I flashed a wicked smile before bending to lick a path from the scar along the side of his jaw along his bottom lip.
“I’m gonna fuck you.”
He nodded mutely and rasped, “Yeah. Fuck me.”
I crashed my mouth over his, loving his desperate-sounding groan as he twisted his tongue with mine. Mmm. He wanted to taste himself. How fucking hot was that?
I reached for the condom and quickly rolled it over my thick pole. Tegan shifted to turn onto his stomach.
“No. I want to see you,” I growled, smacking his ass hard. “Show me that sexy hole.”
“Jesus, you’re dirty.”
“I’ve been on the receiving end of some serious porn-talk recently. Full-circle, baby.”
“You’re doing a lot of talking,” he moaned. “Fuck me already.”
I tapped my cock at his entrance a couple of times, then finally pushed. I stopped when he sucked in a breath.
“You okay?”
He pursed his lips and nodded. “Yeah. I’m—why are you smiling?”
“This is—good. So good.” I brushed his hair from his damp forehead and kissed him, inching my way inside as slowly as possible.
“Yes.” He splayed his hands on my ass, hiking his legs over my back. “More, Dec.”
I trembled and pressed another kiss on his lips. Then I began to move.
Knowing we could take our time added a layer of magic. This wasn’t sex, it was a luxurious, full-body exploration…and maybe something more than either of us was ready to label.
I felt him in my bones. Our hungry kisses were in perfect harmony with the thrusting of our hips. I groaned aloud as he wrapped himself around me, inviting me in, holding me close, chanting, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” like lyrics to my new favorite song.
I picked up the pace, moving faster still and bucking wildly. I was close. I didn’t want it to end, but I was too far gone. My vision blurred as the first wave of pleasure hit me.