Starting From Here (Starting From #3) - Lane Hayes Page 0,10
angry grinding to take the edge off, release some tension, and forget the real world.
Declan might not be the partner I’d choose, but at least we knew where we stood with each other. I knew the best parts of this man, but I expected the worst. Those low expectations made it possible to give and take without a smidge of guilt. It was base, primal, carnal, and completely mutual.
Of course, I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. My brain took a break and gave my dick control. We sucked, licked, and bit each other with hungry openmouthed kisses while we feverishly gyrated, tugging our T-shirts from jeans to get to bare skin. Dec raked his nails along my side and down my spine. He squeezed my ass and bucked his hips, moaning aloud when I reached between us to cup his package.
“Shh,” I commanded, covering his mouth with my left hand while I palmed his denim-clad cock with my right.
“No one’s here.” He bit me, chuckling at my pissed-off expression before yanking me close.
I feasted on him like a fucking vampire as I jutted against his erection. He felt so damn good.
I shouldn’t do this. I should stop.
Fuck, it wasn’t easy. He smelled and tasted like something I needed. Something I’d denied myself for too long. I pushed the thought aside when he broke for air and shoved at my chest to switch positions.
I growled, easily pinning him to the blank bit of wall space at the end of the hallway leading to the office area. Dec was right. The lights were off, no one was here. There was probably a security camera at the side door, but I highly doubted it could record any action in this wasted corner. So, in a way, this was perfect.
That was my final coherent thought for a while.
Dec gripped my length through my jeans as he licked a sensual path across my bottom lip. I didn’t think; I acted. I unbuckled his belt and undid the button, pulling back slightly to gauge his reaction.
His sex-glazed look gave me permission to do whatever the fuck I wanted. But I asked him anyway…’cause I was nice like that.
“You gonna suck me for old times’ sake? I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock,” I taunted in a raspy voice as I slipped my fingers under the elastic of his boxer briefs and lowered the fabric.
“Fuck, mmm.”
Dec squeezed his eyes and shivered when I gripped his shaft, curling my fingers slowly in a sly attempt to reacquaint myself with his dick. It had been way too long. I pumped the silky-smooth flesh and whispered dirty sweet nothings that sounded like quotes from a raunchy porn script. The foreplay part where the actors praise each other’s manhood and promise to wring every ounce of cum from their partners’ balls. Real sweet. He loved it. The nastier, the better.
I kept up my monologue, stroking his length, twisting my wrist at the base, then swiping my thumb over the precum at the tip. When I got tired of the sound of my voice, I thrust my tongue into his mouth and upped the tempo. His low groans of approval echoed in the small enclosure. The husky sound went straight to my poor imprisoned dick, straining against my zipper in a hopeful quest to get in on the action.
I released him for a moment to deal with my jeans and boxers, shoving them over my ass before flattening my body over Dec’s. For the first time in years, we were skin to skin, cock to cock…and fuck me, it felt so good I could have wept.
His breath hitched in surprise. I wrapped my hands around both of us, rolling my hips and working us over in long, languid strokes. Dec rested his forehead on my shoulder and enjoyed the ride, humming as he rocked into my firm grip. When his breathing sped up, I let go, chuckling at his indignant expression. I made it up to him a moment later.
I sucked two fingers, then reached behind him to trace his crack with my left hand while I jacked him with my free hand. He writhed into my touch as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted more. The second I found his hole, the decision was made. He pushed his ass back and whimpered with need.
“You want my finger? Say it,” I commanded, massaging the sensitive skin around his opening with a featherlight touch.