Hardwood - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,91

hand on his thigh. “But right now, I’d really love if you could drive fast so I can have you naked as soon as possible.”

He grins. “You got it.”

We get back to my place in record time, practically sprinting up the stairs to my apartment, our mouths on each other as soon as we’re inside.

“I love you, Wats,” he murmurs between kisses, the two of us stumbling down the hall toward my bedroom. My stomach flutters, and I smile against his lips. The casual way he says it is somehow even better than the big, grand gesture.

“I love you too, Ev. So much.”

We manage to reach my room, still kissing, our hands all over each other, our hard cocks grinding together through the fabric of our clothes. He walks me backward until the back of my knees hit the bed.

“I still can’t believe how big this feeling is inside me,” he says, nibbling at my neck as he parts my shirt, one button at a time. Heat pools low in my gut. “I can’t believe how long it took me to realize how this is really supposed to feel. You gave me that. You’ve given me strength and love. You’ve made me a new man, and I’ll never be able to repay you for that.”

“I can think of a few ways,” I tease breathlessly as he drags his calloused fingers over my belly, my cock jerking eagerly and my balls tightening.

I grab the hem of his shirt and drag it over his head, then reach for the button on his pants. He works my pants open at the same time, both of us fumbling to get the other naked as quickly as possible while constantly getting distracted by the taste of each other’s skin.

I flick my tongue against the barbell through his left nipple. He gasps and gently bites down on my earlobe, sending a jolt of lust through me. We kick our pants off, and I roll on top of him, reveling in the feeling of our bodies pressed against each other with nothing between us. I drag my hard cock against his, and a low, deep moan falls from his lips.

Kissing and licking my way down his body, I run my hands along his stomach, his thighs, his chest, making sure to taste every inch of his skin along the way. He tangles his fingers in my hair, gasping and moaning, thrusting his hips impatiently as I take my time savoring his body.

He’s all mine now. Mine to love and to cherish. Mine to go to sleep and wake up next to. Mine to lay claim to both in public and in private. Mine, mine, mine.

“You know you’re growling mine over and over, right?” he asks breathlessly.

“That’s because that’s what you are.” I nip at the skin just below his belly button, and he whimpers, his cock jerking against my chin. “But don’t worry, I’m yours too.”

His erection is scorching hot as I press my lips against the head, the salty flavor of his precum clinging to my lips when I pull back. I wrap my hand around his base and stroke him slowly, greedily lapping up the fresh beads of precum that form on his slit and then wrapping my lips around him and taking him into my mouth.

I trace his thick veins with my tongue as I bob my head, taking him deep over and over, getting drunk on the sounds he makes every time I swallow him into my throat. I can feel the pulsing of his arousal against my tongue, his balls already tight against his body, his breathing rough and fast as quiet pleas fall from his lips. Whether he’s begging me to make him come or stop before he does, I’m not sure he even knows.

I pull off his cock, and he whimpers.

“I want you inside me.”

“Fuck yes,” he agrees, his voice full of gravely desire.

He reaches for the nightstand drawer and pulls out a condom and the bottle of lube.

“No condom,” I say, the thought of having him bare suddenly almost too much in all the right ways.

Ev lifts his eyebrows. “You sure?”

“Extremely.” I roll off of him, wrapping a hand around the base of my cock and stroking myself. “And don’t you dare take your time prepping me. I need you now.”

He opens the bottle of lube and squirts some onto his fingers. “Hush, I’m not going to rush things and hurt you.”

Ev parts my legs and crawls between them,