Page 57 of Twice Shy

The momentary flash of dismay on Ollie’s face made Joel laugh out loud.

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Low afternoon sunlight slid through the blinds from the opposite direction in the afternoon, painting golden stripes across the rumpled bed sheets. Joel shoved a couple of pillows behind his back and sat up against the headboard. He couldn’t take his eyes off Ollie, all bare skin and unconquered curls, cock bobbing hard and hefty from a thatch of dark hair. Hell, he was gorgeous.

“Come here,” Joel said in a throaty growl that didn’t sound like his voice.

Ollie smiled slowly as he crawled across Joel’s huge bed. It had felt like an unwarranted luxury, buying a bed this size just for one person. Now he wondered whether he’d somehow bought it for this very purpose, to see Ollie prowl across it like a panther, looking up at him through those amazing lashes with a predatory grin that made Joel’s insides swoop. As soon as Ollie was close enough to touch, Joel reached for him, tangling his fingers into his hair and hauling him into his arms so he could kiss that gorgeous mouth.

The mouth that had sucked him off last night, lips glistening and tongue working breathtaking magic. God, he was in danger of coming just from the memory.

They kissed on, lazy and languorous, until Ollie sat up. He settled astride Joel’s thighs, their cocks nudging together in a tender, sensual intimacy that set Joel’s pulse pounding in his ears. Ollie said softly, “You’re so amazing.” He ran his hands over Joel’s shoulders, down his arms, across his chest. “As beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside.”

Joel laughed. “Careful, you’ll make me blush.”

“Hell, yeah, I’ll make you blush,” Ollie said, curling his fingers around Joel’s cock and giving it a slow, sensual stroke.

Joel let out a pathetic little grunt and Ollie smiled like the devil—a true fallen angel. “Yeah, just like that,” he murmured, leaning in to nuzzle Joel’s jaw. “I love the way you blush. Your cheekbones, across your chest. Fuck.” He nudged his cock against Joel’s, taking them both in one hand and eliciting another helpless grunt. “So good. You feel so good.”

“Keep that up and I’m not going to last long,” Joel managed to gasp out. Just like last night, he was deeply, shockingly aroused. It felt like witchcraft.

Ollie smiled and kissed him again, slow and warm, nipping softly at Joel’s lower lip. Joel reached for his hair again, grabbing a handful as he deepened the kiss with a sweep of his tongue. Ollie groaned, his cock pressing hard against Joel’s, both trapped between their bellies now. Oh God, he could come like this without much effort, just rocking against Ollie’s lithe body, all that beautiful bare skin under his hands.

But Ollie had other ideas. He sat back, breathless and flushed, all kiss-swollen lips and pink cheeks, and bent sideways to snag a condom from where Joel had left the box on the other side of the bed. With a flourish he ripped the packet open with his teeth, setting Joel laughing. He’d never laughed during sex with Helen—it had always been a rather intent, emotional business. Nothing like this, he realized now. Never joyous.

But he wasn’t laughing when Ollie rolled the condom onto his aching cock, clever fingers making him gasp. When Ollie started slicking him up with lube, Joel could barely breathe. Then, hands braced on Joel’s shoulders, Ollie paused. “Okay?” he said, those warm brown eyes molten. So dark Joel could see himself reflected in their depths.

“Okay,” Joel said. He ran a hand up one of Ollie’s thighs. “Whatever you want.”

“I want this.” Holding Joel steady with one hand, Ollie positioned himself and pressed down onto his cock. Slow, careful incursions at first, gently working himself open. God, it felt amazing. And frustrating. So frustrating Joel had to bite his lip to keep from crying out as the hot, tight pressure engulfed him inch-by-inch.

Ollie was breathing hard, face intent, the muscles of his stomach contracting, eyes half-lidded.

“God,” Joel gasped, “you’re incredible. You’re a fuckingangel.”

Ollie smiled dazedly, his gaze unfocussed as he took Joel’s cock deeper and deeper. Joel’s heart swelled watching him, emotions unfurling like flowers in the sun. Dangerous, deep emotions. He ran his hands over Ollie’s thighs, feeling them tremble with the strain of holding his weight. Then he traced his fingers higher, ghosting over Ollie’s skin to his hips and waist, enjoying the play of muscle beneath soft skin, holding him steady as he rose and fell, slowly opening himself up. It was an intense intoxicating torture and an exercise in self-control as Joel held still and gazed in awe at his beautiful young lover who’d thrown off, for a few hours, his responsibilities and was simply letting go.

With Ollie’s eyes closed, head thrown back, and lips parted, he looked sinful and innocent and Joel hardened further just watching him. Christ, he wanted to pound him hard. And he wanted to kiss him gently and tend to his every whim.

Giving a low deep-throated groan, Ollie finally sank all the way down and his head fell forward, curls cascading over his forehead. For a while he stayed still, breathing fast, eyes closed. The heat and pressure around Joel’s cock felt incendiary and he had to grit his teeth against his need to thrust up. Then, slowly, Ollie started circling his hips.

“Ah, God,” Joel breathed, fingers clamping onto Ollie’s hipbones.

Ollie let go of Joel’s shoulders and sat up straighter, gazing with heavy-lidded eyes as he rose up, thighs straining, and sank down again. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth and smiled. Joel had no doubt he knew exactly what he was doing with that devastating sexy little grin. “You feel fucking amazing, Joel.”

“You too. Don’t stop.”

With a breathy laugh, Ollie threw his head back, shaking his hair out of his eyes and braced his arms behind him so that his back arched, giving Joel a perfect view of his taut body and flushed, eager cock. “Oh yeah,” Ollie moaned as he moved. “Oh God, right there. Right fuckingthere.”

And then he began to move in earnest.

Joel collapsed back, gripping the bed sheets to keep from thrusting up, letting Ollie set the pace. He was happy just watching. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen: thighs taught, stomach muscles clenching, nipples dark and erect, gooseflesh rising over his skin. And the sounds, those sweet urgent moans and babbling words of desire.Yeah, yeah. Oh God, oh fuck.Joel felt dizzy, wasn’t sure he was still breathing. Maybe all his blood had rushed to his cock, because he’d never been so absurdly aroused as he was in this moment with this man. His world was tilting, readjusting to spin on a new axis.

Laboring for air, he propped himself up on one elbow and slid his hand along Ollie’s thigh to his balls, cupping them, relishing the heavy heft of them in his palm. Ollie groaned, breath hitching. “Yes, touch me. Fuck.”

As Ollie rose up again Joel slid his fingers back further, to the stretched skin where they met. So tight. He pressed lightly, just behind Ollie’s balls, and thrilled as Ollie moaned in pleasure, inarticulate and brazen. On trembling thighs, he held himself still as Joel stroked and played with his balls and ass, his cock leaking and untouched between them.

“Fuck,” Ollie gasped at last. “Joel—fucking do it.Touch me.”

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