Chapter 13

Adam

 

Not a moment too soon, Brian dragged me down on top of him in the middle of his bed. We’d shed our shoes and coats downstairs, but hadn’t bothered to take anything else off, and now… God, finally.

Fully clothed, I straddled him and kissed him like my life depended on it. He gave as good as he got, too, and since he didn’t have to hold himself up like I did, his hands were free to roam all over me. Through my hair. Under my shirt. Up my thighs. Down over my ass. Everything he could touch, he did touch, and I suddenly needed his hands on my bare skin instead of over my clothes.

With some effort, I broke the kiss, and then I sat up and peeled off my shirt.

Below me, Brian stared, slack-jawed. “Holy fuck.”

“What?”

“You’re just…” He ran his palms up my abs and onto my chest. “Dude, you’re fucking hot.”

I laughed self-consciously and tugged at his shirt. “Do I get to see what you’re hiding?”

“Well.” He swallowed. “Don’t expect a six-pack or anything.” His fingertips drifted down my abs again.

I leaned down and brushed my lips across his. “From what I’ve seen so far”—I nudged his erection with my hip—“you’ve got everything that counts.”

Brian moaned, wrapping his arms around me, and the heat of his bare skin against mine took my breath away. Fuck. Now I definitely needed him naked. Screw moving slow if it meant staying dressed.

“There’s still no rush,” he murmured between kisses. “I don’t want you to—”

“Not rushing,” I breathed. “Just… not putting on the brakes.” I rocked my hips, wanting to feel our erections rubbing together. “Want you so bad.”

Brian cursed. His fingers twitched on my back, and then he dragged them down until he was cupping my ass. He squeezed, pulling me harder against his cock. “You’re calling the shots,” he said as he kneaded my ass. “Anything you want.”

A shiver ran all the way up my spine, and I whimpered before I claimed another kiss. I was in bed with a gorgeous man, and the sky was the limit? I could finally do this, and I was doing it with him? Fuck, yes.

“Anything?” I asked, lips barely leaving his.

“Anything. I’ve got… condoms. Lube. Say the word.”

I couldn’t form words right then, but the moan hopefully got the point across. If not, then it probably did when I shifted onto one arm and tugged at his shirt.

“Let me sit up,” he said.

I moved back, and he sat up and pulled off his shirt. He paused, eyeing me self-consciously, but then tossed his shirt aside and lay back down, some pink blooming in his cheeks.

I bit my lip as I looked him up and down. “I don’t know what you’re worried about.” I slid my hands up his chest, through the thin sandy blond hair and over the caduceus tattoo on his pec.

“Well, I don’t exactly have…” He ran the backs of his fingers over my abs.

“That’s not a bad thing.” I leaned down, letting our lips graze. “Just means your job doesn’t demand that you starve yourself so you’ll look a certain way.” The words came out with more bitterness than I’d intended, and I was afraid they’d kill the mood, so I went in for a deeper kiss. Brian didn’t protest. He wrapped his arms around me again, and now our bare chests pressed together while we got lost in another kiss. Holy shit, I hadn’t imagined how amazing that would feel—just having my skin against someone else’s.

Oddly, I wasn’t in a rush to get the rest of our clothes off. Not out of nerves—there was just something kind of hot about feeling his clothed dick rubbing against mine. About the heat and the friction of grinding together with two layers of denim between us. I couldn’t explain it and I didn’t try. I just enjoyed the hell out of it.

And dear God, I loved Brian’s hands. He never stopped touching me. Exploring me. Kneading. Caressing. Dragging his nails here. Pressing his fingers in there. The warmth and softness of his palms gliding across naked skin was so, so much hotter than I ever imagined it could be. Every fantasy I’d had about sex had skipped over that part just like they’d skipped over how much my breath would catch if we moved just right and he brushed against a nipple, or how my spine would tingle when his hands slid into my back pockets, or how every moan he made wouldn’t just sound, but would feel. The vibration of his voice and the whisper of his breath were so much sexier than they had any right to be.

Brian broke the kiss with a gasp and let his head fall back on the pillow. “We are still way too dressed.”

Whoa. He was right. This was all so much more than I’d imagined, and we weren’t even out of our pants yet.

He touched my cheek, concern etched across his flushed face. “If you’re… I mean, we don’t have to—”

“Clothes. Off.” I kissed him lightly. “I want to see you naked.”

He bit his lip and groaned, and we both sat up. I was admittedly relieved to see him fumbling with his zipper and top button; at least that meant it wasn’t just me. In a matter of seconds, we’d kicked off our remaining clothes, and then we… paused.

With an arm’s length or so between us, we looked each other up and down. Oh my God, he was sexy. He didn’t need a damn six-pack. He was perfectly fit with well-defined muscles, and as he turned to move toward the bed, I noticed a couple more tattoos—one on the back of his shoulder, another on his calf. And his dick? Not one of those terrifying things that showed up in pornos and made me wonder how it didn’t do some damage, and certainly not lacking either. In fact, I was pretty sure we were roughly the same size.

Roughly the same size, and definitely just as hard.

I watched, my mouth watering, as Brian lay back on the pillows again. He put one arm behind his head, and with his other hand, slowly started stroking himself, displaying his entire body like a pornographic gift.

“You just gonna watch?” His grin was playful, but there was a hint of uneasiness too. Shyness, maybe.

“Definitely gonna do more than watch.” I crawled on top of him and kissed him. “Just savoring all the sights.”

He made a soft, amused sound, and pulled me down into a deeper kiss. His other hand was still between us, still stroking himself, and that was… God, why was that so hot? And then his knuckles grazed my cock, and I almost came unglued. With a gasp, I broke the kiss and let my head fall beside his.

“What’s wrong?” There was a grin in his voice. Before I could answer, he kissed under my jaw, and I shivered hard, pressing my dick against his hand and burying my face in his neck. Brian laughed softly, and then let his lips skate across the side of my neck, which gave me goose bumps. And if I liked it, he probably would to, right? So I did the same, kissing his hot skin, and he rewarded me with a low groan.

Brian wrapped his fingers around my cock, and suddenly this absurdly hot man was kissing my neck and stroking my dick, and I didn’t care if we did anything else tonight.

Though my arms weren’t as steady as they should have been, I shifted onto one elbow and reached down to tease him. Brian gasped. So did I. I’d never touched anyone’s cock except my own, and it was dizzying to feel him respond every time I slid my thumb over the head or squeezed gently. He stroked me harder, so I did the same.

In no time, we were panting against each other’s throats and pumping each other’s cocks fast and hard, swearing softly in between kissing and even nipping now and then. Brian’s hips moved a little, pushing his cock through my fist, and without even thinking about it, I did the same. The bed creaked in time with our jerky movements. Our breathing came in sharp, hot huffs that were in almost perfect sync. I couldn’t even kiss his neck anymore—I just couldn’t concentrate because everything felt so incredible.

Then Brian whispered, “Get… get on your back.”

Excitement zinged through me. I had no idea what he had in mind, but nothing had disappointed me so far, so I did as I was told, and Brian was right there with me. Before I’d even settled on the bed, he was on top. He kissed me even more passionately than before, and I held onto his shoulders just to keep myself anchored as I lost myself in him.

Sometimes I’d wondered why people were so obsessed with sex. Orgasms were great and men were hot, but if someone needed it that bad, why not just jerk off and be done with it? Now I got it. My hand and toys could never come close to all the things he was doing to me. Rubbing one out by myself was fine and good, but now there was hot skin and stuttering breaths and throaty curses. Things I’d never imagined at all turned out to be sexy as hell, like the weight of someone else on top of me and deep kisses that gave away how turned on we both were. I was never going to be satisfied alone again. Not after this.

Oh, but Brian wasn’t done yet.

He broke the kiss and started down my neck. Little by little, he inched farther down, and when his stubbled chin and soft lips crested my collarbone, I whispered, “Oh fuck.”

He breathed a warm laugh onto my chest as his eyes flicked up to meet mine. Then he pressed another kiss to my skin before continuing his path. Just thinking about what he might have in mind had my pulse soaring and my fingers gripping the covers. If everything we’d done so far had driven me this wild, a blowjob might very well send me up in flames.

Brian kissed the middle of my chest, but instead of continuing south, he moved to the side and ran the tip of his tongue around my nipple. I gasped so sharply my back lifted off the bed. That… that should not have been that intense. Holy hell. Then he did it again, and yeah, it was that intense. He gently held my nipple between his teeth and teased it with his tongue.

“Oh my God,” I breathed, watching in wide-eyed disbelief. I’d never thought of my nipples as being that sensitive. I also hadn’t thought about how hot it would be to watch a man teasing me like this. Especially whenever his eyes flicked up to meet mine.

He moved to the other side and did the same. I swore, gripping the covers as my toes curled. It seriously shouldn’t have felt this good, but Jesus, it so did.

And once he had me ready to burst into flames, he kissed his way back to the middle of my chest and started down again. My ab muscles contracted involuntarily under the soft touch of his lips, and he was still in no hurry. He kissed everywhere. Down the center. Up my sides. Almost back up to my ribs. Skin that had never been touched this intimately was suddenly the center of his attention, and I was coming unraveled with every touch of his lips.

“That’s amazing,” I whispered.

He kissed just above my hipbone and looked up at me. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Oh. Yeah.” I moistened my lips. “You have.”

His grin was wicked and knowing, and when he gently bit the spot he’d just kissed, I almost came up off the bed.

And he picked that moment—when I’d lost my breath and thought I was going to fall to pieces—to give my cock a long, hot lick.

“Holy fuck!” I was instantly up on my elbows, staring down at him again. He flashed me another grin, and then he took me between his lips, swallowing me almost to the base, and… oh God. Oh. My. God. The wet heat of his mouth was unbelievable, and he was squeezing with his lips and doing something with his tongue and… oh God. He was relentless too. One second he was focusing on the head. The next he was deep-throating, and then he added his hand and started making slick strokes while he licked around the head. Nothing had ever turned me on like watching and feeling him go down on me. Watching blowjobs in porn was hot, but this? When it was him, and I was on the receiving end? Fuck. I kind of didn’t want to come too soon, but like hell was I going to fight anything this insanely hot.

“I’m gonna… gonna come.” I sounded like I was on the verge of tears. “Shit, Brian, I’m…”

He hummed around my dick and stroked it faster, and yeah, no, there was no holding back. My back arched off the bed and I made a sound I didn’t even recognize as my own voice as I came in his mouth, and he moaned again and kept right on pumping and licking me until I collapsed onto the mattress.

The room was spinning. My body was trembling.

And I’d never felt more amazing in my life.