“Is that a request to fuck you harder?” I could turn the topic to sex, for now. I’d give those three words back to him later.
Shane raised his head to meet my eyes, his tone steadying. “I thought I was fucking you.”
“Next time, I mean.” I tightened my thighs around him.
He pressed his mouth to mine, soft and slow, his lips barely moving, then fumbled the bedside drawer open. “We’ll work on it. Where’s the damned lube?”
“Sitting on the top?”
“Oh, yeah, could’ve just fucking looked, right?” He snagged the bottle one-handed, flipping the top with his thumb. After a fast, hard kiss, he wriggled against my thighs, pushing up against the restraint of my hands. “You gotta let me loose if you want this to go anywhere.”
“Do that again.”
He huffed and bucked downward against me, pushing his rigid length along my belly, my cock trapped against hard, hairy skin. I groaned and clamped my legs around him, arching to meet him in that tight space, biting at his shoulder.
“Theo, stop, I don’t want to fucking come until I’m in you.”
That made me drop my legs to the bed, breathing hard.
Shane kissed me again, messy and wet. “Give me a minute, then we’ll go hard enough to make you see stars.”
All you have to do is kiss me and I see galaxies.Too mushy for Shane. I didn’t say it, just grinned.
He sat back on his heels and nudged my thighs wider. Upending the bottle, he drizzled a stripe of gel down my cock. I shivered and he laughed. “Cold?”
“You bastard.”
“Let me warm it up.” He closed a fist around me in a loose grip, gliding up and down my shaft.
Yeah, that’s warmer already.I shivered and pushed into his hand.
He pulled off me with a swirl of his palm over the head, then touched slick fingers to my hole. “You started without me.”
“Yeah, I— Ungh.” He breached me with two fingertips, the stretch on the edge of painful despite my quick prep in the bathroom. But as fast as the ache built, it ebbed into heat.
“This okay?”
“Go.” I couldn’t help a wriggle as he pushed deeper. The heat and stretch and sting made me pant and clutch at his arm. “Yeah. More.”
“I like you all worked up on my fingers.” He found my prostate and rubbed hard enough to zap me, slipping his wet fingers in and out.
My dick leaked a long strand of precum, dripping on my belly. Each breath came a little harder and I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Okay, main event.”
My ass felt loose and empty as he pulled free. I heard the lube slurp and opened my eyes because I needed to see.
Shane’s gaze remained fixed on me as he stroked the slick over his bare, straining length. His damp lips parted and his chest rose and fell with each fast breath. I grabbed a pillow and arched up to tuck it under my ass.
“That better beyourpillow,” Shane joked, but the look in his eyes was pure heat.
My tongue felt thick. My cock bobbed and dripped another strand. I grabbed my thighs. “Fuck me.” I’d have given Shane poetry, but all I had was aching need, and an empty space for him to fill.
He rose higher on his knees, catching my left thigh against his arm, and guided his cock to me. I craned my neck to look down and watched Shane’s cockhead press home inside me. The burn, the ache, faded to nothing in the roaring fire of watching Shane slide in, skin against skin.
Shane gasped. “Fuck, that’s different. Those guys who say condom’s the same?” He eased back, thrust a little deeper. “Fucking liars.”
From my end, the difference going bare was small. Draggier, tighter, a clinging heat that set my nerve endings burning. The biggest part was knowing I had Shane in me, touching me inside, no barriers between us. I looked down, curled up tight to watch our bodies become one, staring where we were joined until I had to lie back and rest my neck. I didn’t need to watch anymore. Every slow slide, every squelch of lube and slap of skin on skin, marked Shane moving naked inside me. Shane glanced up and met my gaze, his pupils blown wide. He paused for a moment, bending to press an open-mouthed kiss to my lips. Then he eased way back, his cockhead barely stretching me, and fucked in hard.