Page 60 of One More Yule Log
Ben arched against that hard body, his nerves on fire. “Yes. Fuck, I’m lit up for you.”
“Good.” Gray was touching him everywhere, his chest and belly, his thighs and cock. Then Gray wet his fingers and began to tease his hole, playing with him.
His back bent in a hard bow as he pushed with his hips. Ben was ready for more.
Gray flipped him, tongue sliding over his spine, thumbs spreading his asscheeks.
He went still, holding his breath to see what Gray would do next.
“You’re okay, Ben. I’m going to make you feel so good.” That tongue kept sliding farther south.
“Yes. Please. I want that.” He wanted what he thought was happening here more than he wanted his next breath.
“Do you?” The soft chuckle tickled the small of his back. “Do you want my tongue?”
“More than you know.”
“Good.” Gray licked a line of fire down one asscheek. That made Ben’s hips roll, his spine arching with the sheer anticipation, and when Gray spread him wide, tongue dragging on his hole, he wanted to scream.
He clawed at the sheets, his body on fire in the best way, his muscles clenching and releasing. When Gray did it again, he moaned, because this might kill him.
“So fucking pretty.” The words floated up to him, rough and raw, before that touch came again and again, lapping at him, opening him up.
Ben wiggled, trying to get more, but Gray’s hands were so strong, holding his hips, keeping him right there. Gray gave slow, thorough touches of that tongue, getting him wet and open. He’d never been so adored, so wanted. He’d never felt like he was the center of the universe.
He did now.
One hand held him down, the other beginning to trace his tattoos, one at a time.
“Love you. God. Never needed like this. You turn me inside out.” Ben was babbling. He knew it. He just couldn’t stop.
“Mmm.” The vibrations against his hole sent shivers all through him, his nipples tight, his dick rigid.
“Please. Please, babe. Fuck me.” He wasn’t above begging. He needed so bad it hurt.
“I got you.” Gray rose up, and he heard the pop of a lid opening, cool, wet fingers sliding into him moments later.
He rode that touch like he needed to, back and forth, wild as a bucking bronc. Like this was his first rodeo.
“Are you laughing, baby?” Gray nibbled his neck.
“I’m having a deep Texan moment.” He snorted. “Deep in the heart of Texas.”
Good thing he was holding himself up or he would have clapped.
“No, honey, that’s me right now. Well, soon.” Those fingers slipped free, and he heard the crinkle of a wrapper.
“Thank God for that. I love how you feel inside me.”
“You’re amazing, baby.” Gray muscled up, pressing against him, then into him inch by inch. So thick, spreading him, stretching him.
“Amazing…” He dropped his head to his hands, inhaling the scent of Gray’s pillows, of his lover.
Gray started to stroke in and out, not giving him too much time to adjust, keeping him beautifully off guard. He loved that slight hint of rough desire. He took it, letting Gray hear his pleasure, his need.
“God, I love your sounds. You make me want crazy things, baby.” Every word came with a movement, Gray pushing him higher.
“Anything. Anything, love.”
