Page 75 of The Best Men
I’ve never been thisthrilled.
My body buzzes with excitement as I rub the head of my cock against his entrance, my breath staggering past my lips the second I make contact.
A tight gasp comes from him. He pushes up on his elbows, his eyes wild as he watches my face, then as his gaze drifts down to where we connect.
His fearlessness spurs me on.
I grip his knee, pushing his right leg up, making this easier for him as I breach him.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts tightly, his breath hitching.
I know what he’s feeling. The first stirring of pain that’s not quite pleasure yet. “You good?”
Mark won’t want me to ask if it hurts. He probably won’t care anyway if it does. He’ll make it through those inevitable seconds of pain that always ebb away till everything feels just right.
That’s where I want to get him.
“I’m good,” he mutters. This guy knows his body, knows his needs, and he reaches for my arms, locking his hands tight around my biceps.
I sink in deeper, pleasure twisting through me as his gorgeous body hugs my cock.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I rasp out since I can’tnottell him. Can’tnotshare.
He feels so fucking good, it’s mind-blowing. The tightness, the heat. Most of all, the way he trembles under me.
“More,” he urges, a husky, needy plea.
I dip my face, and capture his lips with a hard, wet kiss as I ease in all the way.
“You got me?” I ask as I pull back, meet his eyes.
He just nods a few times, lips parted, breath hot. His grip on my arms is almost too rigid, like he’s holding on.
In that space between pleasure and pain.
And so, I give him what he needs. My man is such a sucker for kissing. As I let him adjust to all these brand-new sensations in his body, I kiss him again. Hungry, greedy kisses that he deserves, and with each press of my lips, he relaxes under me. Welcomes me inside.
His hands relent their death grip on my arms. Then he sinks back down, his head pushing into the pillow.
His eyes pin mine.
“Fuck me hard now,” he says, and I unleash a carnal growl.
Mark Banks isn’t intimidated by a single thing between the sheets, and I am so into him.
“Gonna make it so good for you,” I tell him as I start to move, pumping my hips.
“Good forus,” he corrects.
He has no idea how good he is for me. But then, I didn’t know that he’d be good for me either, and I’m discovering so many things as I introduce Mark Banks to the joys of dick for the first time. Top amongst those? I thought I was the teacher and he was the student, but that dynamic fell by the wayside some time ago.
We’re just two men in bed. Two lovers who want to make each other feel incredible.
Experience is irrelevant right now when I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that all we both want is to experience each other like this.
Mark slides his hands up and down my chest, like he’s looking for a place to put them. At last he settles on my hips, anchoring them there.
And then I deliver exactly what he asked for. Because when a man tells you what he needs, you damn well ought to give it to him and give it good.
