Page 56 of Fire Me Up
Isat up, expecting to see his usual basketball shorts or maybe the black ones that hugged his thighs. Instead, he held up a pair of jean shorts in one hand and, in the other, the tiniest, pinkest shorts I’d ever seen.
“Where the fuck did those come from?”
Gael grinned, examined the ripped denim shorts, then held up the pink ones. “Liv helped me shop. She said I should get some more colorful clothes to get into the Vegas Spirit.” Heturned around, showing me his perfect firefighter ass, looking back over his shoulder with a knowing smile. “Was she right?”
“Pink, definitely pink.”
Gael’s smile widened. He turned back to face me, setting the shorts down and stripping off his t-shirt in one fluid motion. His muscles rippled under golden skin as he reached for his belt buckle, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
“You’re staring,” he said.
“You’re stripping.”
“Just changing for the club.” He slid his jeans down his legs, revealing black boxer briefs that clung to every perfect curve. He stepped out of the jeans and picked up the pink shorts, stepping into them and pulling them up over his thighs.
Icouldn’t take my eyes off him as he fastened the shorts. They were even smaller than I’d imagined—tight across his thighs, hugging his ass, the hem barely covering the curve where perfect ass met thickly muscled thigh. He turned around, and I groaned at the sight.
“Fuck, Gael.” I pushed myself off the bed, crossing to him in three quick strides. I slid my hands into the back pockets of those ridiculous shorts, pulling him against me. “You can’t wear these in public.”
“Why not?” He pressed his hips forward, grinding against my obvious erection.
“Because I’ll end up arrested for public indecency when I bend you over the nearest flat surface and fuck this adorable ass.”I squeezed his ass through the thin fabric, and he squirmed for me.
“That’s the point.” Gael leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. “Wanted you thinking about fucking me all night.”
“All night? Or immediately?” I spun him around and shoved him toward the bed, pushing him down face-first. Bacon made a grumpy sound and jumped off, finding a new perch on the cat tree. I tugged the tiny shorts down just enough to expose his ass. “Fuck, look at you.”
Gael pressed his ass back against me, his face turned to the side on the mattress as he arched his back and pushed his cute ass up into the air like a little slut. “Been thinking about this all day. Riding on the back of your motorcycle nearly did me in.”
Ifumbled for the lube in my bag beside the bed, nearly knocking everything over in my haste. My phone buzzed again—Aiden, Cash, or Lennox wondering where we were—but I ignored it, focused entirely on the sight of Gael spread out before me.
“Better prep you properly,” I said, slicking my fingers.
Gael laughed, the sound low and dirty. “Already did.”
Of course, he had. I slid a finger between his cheeks to confirm, finding him already slick and open. The thought of him prepping himself, stretching his hole while thinking of me, nearly made me come in my pants like a teenager.
Iunzipped my jeans, pushing them down just enough to free my cock. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
Islicked myself quickly, then pressed the head of my cock against his entrance. He pushed back, taking me in one smooth motion that left us both gasping. The tight heat of him enveloped me, so delicious I had to pause to keep from coming immediately.
“Move,” Gael demanded, rocking his hips. “Need you to fuck me, Dylan.”
Igripped his hips and gave him what he wanted, setting a pace that had the headboard knocking against the wall. Each thrust pulled sounds from him that I wanted to record and play back when I needed reminding that this incredible man wanted me—all of me, chaos and intensity included.
My phone buzzed again on the nightstand, but I was beyond caring. All that mattered was Gael—the solid warmth of him beneath me, the way he pushed back to meet each thrust, the little catch in his breath when I hit just the right spot.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded, leaning over to press my chest against his back. “Want to feel you come on my cock?”
Gael groaned, shifting his weight to reach beneath himself. I felt the exact moment his hand wrapped around his cock—his whole body tensing, his hole clenching around me in a way that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
“Fuck, Dylan, I’m close,” he panted, his voice raw and desperate. “Oh god, I love your cock in me so much.”
“Come for me,” I urged, increasing my pace, driving into him harder, deeper. “Let me feel you.”
His body tensed beneath mine, a broken moan escaping him as he came. The rhythmic pulsing of his ass around my cock pulled me over the edge with him. I buried myself deep, emptying inside him with a groan that I muffled against his shoulder.
For a long moment, we stayed like that, both catching our breath. I pressed soft kisses to the back of his neck, the curve of his shoulder, overwhelmed by the tenderness that always followed our most intense moments.
