Page 49 of Ruin

He hadn’t let his fears and worries contain him.

I stripped out of my shirt, pants, and socks. Freshening up could wait; I needed to have him in my arms. I ached for it.

I made my way over to the bed and paused, staring down at the beautiful man before me. My cock ached. He was stunning.

“You gonna stare at me all night like a creep or get into bed?”

I couldn’t contain my smile. “Stare at you.”

He snorted, reached out, and dragged me down on top of him. “Hey,” he whispered, cupping my neck.

My pulse raced. “Hi. You’re here.”

“Hope that’s okay?”

“It is.”

He tipped his chin up. “Good.”

He was there. Right in front of me, and all I could do was stare at his eyes, his lips, cheeks, chin, hair. My heart couldn’t take it.

He’d been all about women, yet he was taking a chance on our attraction.

“Taro,” he uttered, threading his fingers into my hair.

I dipped my head and took his mouth. It started out light, a peck or two before his lips, his scent, got to me—that, and how he’d tightened his hold on me. I snuck my tongue in, but he was just as eager to get a taste. His arm wound around my waist and gripped me to him as the heat of the kiss intensified. I spread my legs, straddling his waist, feeling his erection through the thin sheet and our boxers. I rubbed against his hardness, drawing a moan from deep within him.

Smoothly, Josh rolled us so he was on top, his hand at my throat. A dark look slipped into his eyes as he gazed down at me. The hold was tight, but not enough it broke off my panted gasps.

“Fuck,” Josh clipped when he rocked against my own hardness.

I ran my hands up and down his arms, waiting to see what he wanted. I would give him anything.

I would.

Why did that thought scare me?

Why was he different from any other I had been with?

He didn’t care who I was or what I had; he was here to test this connection between us. Just us, not for anything else.

When he rocked his hips into mine, I bit down on my bottom lip, and he groaned. My cock pulsated. I wanted him inside me. I hadn’t done that in years, given myself over freely. While I took, I wanted to give with him. I wanted him to fuck me.

“Josh,” I breathed.

The simple breathy word seemed to undo him. He kissed me with everything he had, and I took it all, wanting him, wanting everything. But I needed more. I tugged his boxers over his hips as he ground up and down over me, lost in the kiss. I lowered my boxers enough to slip a hand between us and grip our dicks together.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Josh bit out against my lips before connecting our mouths in another hot and heavy kiss. I jerked my hand up and down both of us, already so close to losing it because this was Josh. It was his body over me. His dick in my hand. His mouth on mine.

Josh ground down. Breaking the kiss, he pressed his hands on either side of my head and gazed at where I pumped both our cocks.

“So good,” he uttered, pressing his forehead into my shoulder where he bit my neck. “Taro, fuck, close.”

“Yes,” I panted. “Me too.”

“Jesus,” he snarled, lifting up enough to watch my hand rub up and down over our lengths. “Wanna see.”

“What?” I asked, my pulse in my throat, my gut tightening.

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