Old Ink (Get Ink'd #3) - Ali Lyda Page 0,67

under me, his fingers twisted tight in my hair.

Moving further down, my tongue swirled around his belly button. I kissed his hips, pausing to lightly nip at his hip bones. His cock twitched and I teased him, making my way to his balls instead, taking one into my mouth and lightly sucking.

“Reagan,” he crooned.

I ran the tip of my tongue up the underside of his cock, feeling each vein, before twirling my tongue around the tip. Channing hissed. I loved the smell of him. This close, there was a muskiness to him that mixed with the scent of his soap.

Not wanting to bring him to climax just yet, I took him in my mouth and bobbed my head once, twice, before letting his cock pop free of my mouth. He groaned. “You tease.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” I made my way back up the gorgeous length of his body, grabbing what I needed from the nightstand.

I rolled the condom on, draping myself over him. His legs went around my waist again, our cocks rubbing against each other as my hips began to grind in slow circles. I kissed him then, nips and licks and hot, hot breaths. I savored the taste of him, the small sounds he made. When our lips were swollen and my balls so heavy with the need for release, I grabbed the lube. One-handed, I popped the top while keeping myself braced on an elbow over him, pouring the lube onto his hole. Then I dropped the bottle and a hand between us, circling his entrance.

Channing writhed, his eyes rolling. It was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen. I drank in his face, the way his mouth made an O as I slowly pushed a finger into him. It was intoxicating, being able to watch him like this while I finger fucked him. In no time, I had two fingers in him, curling as I pushed in, stroking him inside until he was clenching and quaking.

When I was certain he could take me, I exchanged my fingers with the head of my cock. Channing held the backs of his knees so I could move into a good position to sink, sink, sink into him. When I was fully nestled in, he released his legs, keeping ankles locked behind me, his fingers grabbing and digging into my shoulders.

We began to rock together slowly. Each movement sent spidery tingles through my body. All of me was engaged, from my curled toes to the fingers flexing into the sheets on either side of Channing’s head.

He looked at me, his cheeks dewy with sweat and his lips red and puffy from kissing and his eyes, oh, god, his eyes so deep and blue that I knew this had to be forever. I’d waited forty-five years for this feeling, like I was finally coming home, and it scared the shit out of me. But he wasn’t afraid. For all that had been stacked against us, Channing was opening his body and his heart to me in fearless abandonment.

It ached to move so slow, but in the deepest, best way. This tempo allowed me to relish every clenching, slick, squeezing sensation. And I watched Channing’s face transform as I penetrated him. The flush of his cheeks and neck, the bob of his Adam’s apple, these sights were mesmerizing. He was flesh made art as he welcomed my thrusts.

Soon, though, we were both moving quicker. His ankles tightened behind me and I sped up my thrusts, pistoning into him in short, hard measures. Channing grunted and moaned and urged me on.

“Yes, yes, yes, God, yes, Reagan—”

My climax began to crest, and I reached between us, stroking him as I thrust. He cried out and came, his cum splashing between us. My own rush hit me and I bucked, driving as deep into him as I could. His body clenched around mine, making my orgasm extend until I cursed and fell onto him, completely spent.

Channing let me stay in him, his fingers combing through my hair and stroking my spine as my heart struggled to retreat to a normal beat.

It was with regret that I slid out of him, but we shifted so we were lying on our sides, face to face, heedless of the sticky mess of our bodies and the sheets.

“Thank you,” I said, not knowing how to give voice to the wealth of emotions I felt when I was with him.

“Anytime,” he replied with a soft smirk. “And Reagan?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you, too.”

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