Page 64 of Digging Deeper

Tugging on his tee, I yank it up and over his head, and he helps me remove it. Miles of muscles are on display, and I touch his chest in awe for a moment before he leans in to kiss along my neck. His hand explores my stomach, chest, and brushes over my nipples, making me arch up against him, craving more. Drix pulls on my shirt until I remove it, and as soon as it’s on the ground, his mouth is on my nipple, sucking gently. A loud moan fills the air, and I’m not sure if it came from me or him as his tongue explores my body.

When I can’t take it anymore, I push him and he moves back a few steps, pulling me with him until he sits on the edge of the workout bench. As I straddle his lap, I admire his shirtless chest. “Holy muscles,” I murmur, making him laugh before I begin my own explorations with my hands and mouth.

His mouth finds my neck, and I whimper as he bites and sucks on my skin, setting me ablaze. Of course his hands make their way to my ass, and he kneads the muscles there, and I can’t help but chuckle. Drix obviously knows what’s making me laugh because he mutters against my neck, “Can’t help it. It’s a work of art.”

I snort in amusement even as my chest warms at the compliment.

He drives me wild as I rut against him on his lap until I decide I need more of his skin. Stepping back, I push my workout shorts and briefs off, then pull Drix to his feet and yank his down, too. He grins as he steps into my space, pushing his sweat-slicked muscles up against me, and I shiver in pleasure. Feeling his smile against my lips makes me smile and my desire for him heightens.

When his exploring hands rub my ass and one of his fingers brushes over my hole, another shiver racks my body, and I breathe out, “I want you inside me.”

Drix jerks his head back in surprise to look me in the eyes. “Are you sure?”

I smile up at him. He’s been so patient with me, taking it slow and not complaining even once about it. He’s been kind and sweet and makes my heart feel fuller every day. I can’t explain to him how much these past weeks—or the months even before we were officially together—with him have meant to me. I’m more than ready to take that final step with him. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, Drix. I’m ready.”

His eyes search my face as he leans in for a soft, sensual kiss. I’d expected him to rush, to dive into it, but even now he’s being the sweet man I’ve come to love.

He walks me backward until I bump into the wall, and he grinds against me for a few minutes before he grabs my hips, turns me around, and drops to his knees. Grabbing ahold of my ass, he buries his face into me, using that talented mouth to loosen me up. He rims me until I’m so weak in the knees, he has to hold me up.

“Drix,” I whimper. “Please… I’m ready.” He slowly kisses his way up my back and nibbles on my neck, pressing his hard cock against my ass and making me moan. “Do you…” I clear my throat. “Do you happen to have a condom and lube?”

“Uh… there might be some condoms in the closet.”

Pushing him back a little, I scramble to open the closet so fast I’m surprised the hinges don’t break. To my surprise, there’s a few condoms hidden on the top shelf in the back. “Do I even want to know why these are down here?”

“My ex used to like watching me work—”

“I don’t want to know!” I say way louder than I need to, then I cringe as I move back toward him. “There’s no lube.”

He mutters, “Um… I’ll run up to grab some, and you… make sure you’re ready, that this is what you want.”

“I’m ready,” I say.

He smiles and presses a hard peck on my lips before running up the steps. I laugh at the sight, even though I’m loving seeing him in all his naked glory. He only takes maybe a minute before he’s back down here with a huge bottle of lube in his hand, but I suddenly feel a little shy because I’m walking around the workout room buck naked.

He stands back where we started and tilts his head at me. When I don’t move closer to him, Drix grabs my hips and asks, “Why are you all the way over there?” His smile is open and so sweet, he melts me a little with it.

“I dunno.”

He cups my head and brings me in to kiss him slowly before his hands are searching my body again. He pulls me back into him, and I groan when I feel how hard his cock is.

“You still want to…?” he asks with a concerned expression.

I lean back far enough that he can gaze into my eyes to see my sincerity. “Yes, Drix. Please.”

He smiles, kisses me, and gestures to the mat on the floor. “Hands and knees.”

A thrill shoots through me, and after another kiss on his lips, I turn and drop to my hands and knees. Drix is right behind me, falling to his knees just as quickly, and I barely take a breath before his lubed-up fingers find their way to my entrance and he pushes one in. Before I know it, he has three fingers inside me, and I’m almost bursting at the seams.

“Now, Drix… please.”

He pulls his fingers out and a whimper falls from my lips, but he kisses my back and whispers, “I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He moves around—I assume to put on a condom—then I feel his head at my hole, and I sigh in relief as he begins pressing inside. Bearing down, I try to keep myself relaxed as Drix rubs my hips and makes soothing sounds, but it’s been a really long time for me, so it takes a while for him to fill me. Once he’s all the way to the hilt, he holds still and continues rubbing my hips, ass, and back. “You’re so damn beautiful, Gav. You feel so fucking good.”

I can only hum in response before I move my hips forward, then slowly press back again. Drix groans loudly, but he allows me to move and set the pace while my body is adjusting. As soon as I feel it shift from uncomfortable to oh-holy-shit-that-feels-so-good, I slam back onto him. Drix understands the signal for what it is, and he grabs ahold of my hips before he begins a faster, harder pace.

The grunts, groans, and moans coming out of his mouth as the workout room fills with the sound of slapping skin pushes me close to the edge. So I reach down and take myself into my hand, tugging my dick to his rhythm.

“Oh god… Drix.”

---