Page 71 of The New Guy
Then he leans in and traces my bottom lip with his tongue.
The gasp I make is like steam from a pressure valve. I need this release tonight. My life is a damn mess, and tomorrow I’ll have to face all that.
But right this second it’s okay for me to weave my fingers into his hair and tug his head down for more.
“Gavin,” he whispers against my lips, and the hair stands up on my arms. Then he plunges us into a kiss, and I’m finally, blissfully, swamped with the taste of him. My eyes fall closed with happiness, but then I force them open again.
There won’t be many nights like this. I’d better enjoy it while I can.
TWENTY-FIVE
Hudson
Before I met Gavin,I never knew my neck was an erogenous zone. But the way he strokes my skin makes me crazy. And I’m not very subtle about it. When I groan into his mouth, he roughens his grip, running his fingernails down my back, and it almost destroys me.
This is exactly what I’d been craving. Some men spill their hearts with romantic words. I’m too big a coward for that, so I show my cards with a candlelit meal and a plush hotel room. Right after he told me he was coming on this trip, I practically sprained something in my haste to upgrade my hotel room and set up our dinner.
As if he wouldn’t take one look at this setup and see right through me.
I’m so gone for him—all of him. From his patient gaze, to his quick smile, and the easy sound of his laughter. And, fine, it doesn’t hurt that he has a tight body and muscular ass, too.
I swear to God that if Gavin had been too upset to fool around tonight, I would have been a gentleman about it. Lucky for me, he wants this as much as I do. I don’t have to hold back. So I grind against him with deep kisses and questing hands. I’m like a summer heat wave—intense and unrelenting.
He groans beneath me. Then he pushes at the waistband of my pants.
“Oh no you don’t.” I sit up and begin to unbutton the soft flannel shirt he’s wearing. “I’ve been thinking about unbuttoning this all day.”
“Hurry up, then.”
As soon as I get it off him, he tosses the shirt aside. But I’m not done. I go for his khakis next. Those come off right along with his boxers. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his hard cock standing tall, engorged just for me. “What do you want tonight?” I’m already licking my lips, and ducking down to swipe my tongue across his rosy cock head.
“Mmm,” he bucks against my tongue. “I just want you.”
“You can have me—all of me,” I taunt. His eyes flare, so I up the ante. “Any way you want.”
And, yup, I just threw down the gauntlet, there. We haven’t had penetrative sex yet. But I think about it all the time. And I’ve got lube and condoms hidden in my suitcase.
I haven’t asked for it, though, because that’s awkward. I don’t know his preferences, and I don’t want to assume. Plus—my greatest obstacle—I haven’t wanted to own up to my own inexperience.
Honesty is so tricky. It’s easier to just lower my head to Gavin’s dick, and take him into my mouth. So that’s what I do. His cock is heavy on my tongue. I give a suck, and the result is a moan, plus the briny heat of his precum on my tastebuds.
I love this. I love making him wild with the tight grip of my mouth. When Gavin is really turned on, his cheeks redden, and there’s a flush on his chest. The evidence of his desire makes me so fucking horny. My cock is screaming for attention, but I’m having too much fun to stop.
So I double down. While I suck him, I cup his heavy balls in one hand, and stroke them with my thumb.
“Listen, hunk,” Gavin pants as he writhes on the sofa. “If you want this to be over really soon, keep doing that.”
I pop off of him. But then I spread his ass cheeks, lick my finger and slide it across his hole.
He lets out another moan as I take him into my mouth again. “Seriously. Dying, here.”
He isn’t the only one. As I release him, the supplies I brought with me on this trip are practically shouting at me from the other room. “I really want to fuck you.”
“You do?” He props himself up on one elbow. “Never asked for it before.”
“I didn’t know what you liked.”
“Right—because you didn’task.” His eyes flare. “I’m pretty versatile. But you never brought it up. I thought you might be squeamish—like maybe anal was too gay for you.”
