Page 63 of A Match Made In Evan
“Fuck,” I repeat myself, unable to find other words. “Fuck.Fuck.”
He chuckles. “I know,” he agrees, still sounding so decadent and teasing, “But not tonight. I’m too wired.” He moves, bracing his toned, nearly-naked body over mine, slotting a leg between mine and rutting his hard cock, covered only by the thin layer of his boxer briefs, into my thigh. “Feel it?” He asks. “Feel how hard you make me, baby? Feel me leaking for you?”
“I do,” my voice sounds wrecked and gravelly and I can hear my own heartbeat in my ears. “I want…Ev…please…”
“What do you want?”
“N-naked,” I demand through heavy, panted breaths. “I want to get naked. Both of us. I want…”
Why are words so difficult?
It could be because all of my blood is currently running directly to my dick, not leaving a lot behind to run my brain.
Speaking of my dick…
Evan is already halfway through helping me out of my shirt and, with some awkward manoeuvring, I help him finish the job, not caring when he chucks it off the side of the bed. Then he climbs off me to tug down my boxers and turfs those aside, too. While he’s up, he wriggles out of his underwear, and then we’re both stark naked, and I drink in the sight of him in the glow of the bedside lamp.
His skin glows golden under the warm, yellow light. He’s just as toned and perfect as I remember, even with the faded bruising and the scars from his accident. His chest hair is a bit patchy from where they had to shave him for surgery, but it’s still enough for me to tangle my fingertips in.
How did I ever convince myself I was straight?
Don’t get me wrong: boobs are still awesome, but Ev’s body is droolworthy. Plus, I’m so in love with him, it makes him even more attractive.
His cock, long and lean, bobs in the air as he moves back over the mattress and brackets himself over me again, this timewith his legs on either side of mine, well and truly pinning me beneath him.
My breath catches at the feeling of skin on skin, of our cocks brushing against each other, of feeling completely vulnerable and also utterly wanted by the man on top of me. I run my hands up his sides, probably far too gently, but remembering his warning that we need to be slow and careful.
“Shit,Jay,” he exhales and rocks his hips, whether because he’s seeking friction or wants to get closer, I don’t particularly care, “you feel so good.”
“I haven’t done anything yet” —he rolls his hips with a bit more force and the feeling of his cock rubbing up against mine is pure bliss— “ah!”
“Shh,” he bends to press his lips to mine, all of his weight braced on his strong arms, his tasty biceps straining on either side of my head, “we’ve got to be quiet, remember?”
It feels completely different to be beneath him like this. Aside from the time he sat in my lap and rode me, I’m usually the one pretending to be in control. But tonight, I’m content to be passive. To let Ev set the pace and take the lead.
It feels surprisingly awesome to be underneath him. To be surrounded by him. To look up into his handsome face and imagine him pushing his way into my body the way I normally sink into his.
He pauses and sits up, fumbling in the nightstand for the lube. He squirts a generous amount into his palm and then coats our cocks with it, sitting back on top of my thighs as he jerks us together languidly. I watch his olive-toned hand work our dicks together, loving the way we just fit together so well. Precum pearls and leaks steadily from both of us, and I moan when he scoops some of the combined liquid up on his thumb and then pops it between his kissable lips, sucking noisily.
“Jesus Christ,” I exhale, “that was hot.”
He grins and then stretches over me again, kissing me fiercely, coaxing my lips open with his tongue to share the flavour with me.
I whine low at the back of my throat at the sensory overload. “I’m gonna come,” I warn him, blushing at how soon into this experience it’s happening.
But it has beenweeksand I am completely keyed up.
I feel him grin against my lips, but then he moves his mouth to the shell of my ear again, lowly encouraging me, “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock.”
I pant as the pleasure builds and crests, egged on with his command.
“That’s it,” his own heavy breathing only makes me chase the high more, “show me how much you like it.”
“E-Ev…”
His hand tightens its slippery hold, and he jerks us together faster, leaning all of his weight on his other arm. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you. Give it to me.”
“Oh fuck,” my hips jerk as I feel the tension inside me reaching breaking point, bursts of pleasure beginning to spark through my nerve endings, “fuck, Ev, fuuuuuck.”
