Page 20 of Falling Faster
Playing with the edge of his leather bracelet, he meets my gaze. "Do you have plans with Slater and Noah tonight?"
I shake my head. My friends know I want to be with Craig. We exchanged texts earlier, right before I'd gone to the hospital visit. "Can you stay a while?"
He captures my hand, raises it to his lips, and feathers a kiss along my knuckles. "Until you kick me out."
The thought immediately flashing into my mind makes me laugh, and I give voice to it. "Then I guess you're staying the night."
"You won't see me complaining about that." After another kiss, Craig releases me and we climb out of the car.
Inwardly, I cheer. Staying the night means I have another good twelve hours with him. I intend to make the most of them.
When we reach my room, I flick on the light, kick off my sneakers, and gesture for Craig to make himself comfortable. The room has two double beds and a separate seating area. Everything from the walls to the bedding to the furniture is decorated in shades of cream.
We order room service and eat sandwiches stuffed with grilled vegetables and chicken on herb-encrusted bread, crispy fries seasoned with pepper and sea salt, and drink wine while sprawling out side by side on one of the beds, talking about everything from the serious to the silly. Sharing. Kissing. Touching. Tasting.
Dinner finished, we feed each other bites of the chocolate mousse we ordered for dessert, our hands roaming over each other's bodies and stealing kisses between each taste offered. The rich chocolate melts on my tongue. I raise the last spoonful to Craig's lips. Eyes heavy with desire, he accepts the offering. I quickly set the bowl and spoon on the tray. When I turn back, he is right there, with a chocolate-flavored kiss.
On a moan, I thread my hands into Craig's wavy hair, desperate for the promises of that talented mouth. Strong hands slip over my skin, pushing my shirt out of the way. Imaneuver over the mattress, pulling him down with me, until we're laying comfortably across the bed.
In between kisses, we cast our shirts, pants, boxers, and socks into a pile on the other bed. Tangled together, heated skin lined up, cocks touching, legs rubbing, torsos brushing, we fall into kiss upon kiss.
Craig's hands play over my skin, as skilled in the knowledge of my body as he is with a guitar or piano. Driven high into sparking passion, I gasp and moan as my every secret is exposed.
Throbbing for more, I skate my hands down his sides and slip them between our bodies. My hand around his cock, stroking the hard flesh, has him moaning and thrusting into my grasp. I slide the other up his chest to tweak a pebbled nipple. "I want to feel you."
In a swift roll, he shifts us from laying side-by-side to him ranging over me, his chocolate-laced breath feathering over my lips. "How? Where? You can have whatever you want."
The previous two times we've been together, we've traded hand jobs and blow jobs. As satisfying as those experiences were, this time, I want more. "I want you in me."
Desire flares in those brown eyes and Craig pulls me into an enthusiastic kiss. Our tongues tangle and torsos rock together. "I have a condom in my wallet. After what happened last night and this morning, I wanted to be prepared."
My cock surges at the memory of the mutual blow jobs we gave each other after breakfast in his sun-drenched bed and how he edged me with his fingers and tongue. "I like that you're prepared. I didn't expect anything to happen on this trip, so I have nothing with me."
With a quick kiss, Craig rolls off the bed. In the absence of his heat, coolness rushes in. I watch the muscles in hisback and legs flex as he bends to retrieve his wallet. He straightens, holding the condom and a small packet of lube. After setting the items on the bedside table, he stretches out beside me, pulling me against his long form. I sigh at the full-length press of heated skin. He dives into kissing me like it's the very reason for his existence. We roll together, switching positions—top, bottom, over, under—driving each other higher with every touch.
"I'll get you ready." Breathless, he wraps his hand around my dick. The callouses on his fingers add a hint of roughness and I thrust into his fist. I don't like or need bits of pain like Craig, but this roughness is just right.
Desperate to return pleasure, I work his cock, too, drinking in every gasp leaving the musician's lips.
He tears into the lube packet and dribbles some onto his fingers. Leaning on one arm, he kisses me as his other hand plays at my rim, teasing before edging a single digit inside.
My breath catches as the sensation grows bigger, deeper. I glance from Craig's face down to where his fingers are disappearing into my body. One finger, then two. Then, a third.
Grasping his shoulders, I lose myself in another kiss. My cock leaks steadily. I need more than those fingers. "Craig, please."
"Whatever you want." He leans back and grabs the condom. Before he puts it on, I take the lube and pour some into my palm. Then take hold of Craig, rubbing the slickness along his shaft and encouraging him to thrust into my tight fist. Groaning, he does just that, then abruptly pulls away. "Too close. Way too close."
After he rolls the condom down his length, he settles between my legs and nudges them farther apart. One hand braced on the bed, he ranges over me, his gaze tracing a path up my body to meet my gaze. "Ready for me?"
My heartbeat hammers and nerve endings quiver in anticipation. "So ready. I want to feel you."
He lines up his cockhead with my hole and my breath catches as he gently presses forward. With a sharp intake of breath, he eases inside, pausing every few seconds. The sensation of him opening me up is so good. His teeth sink into his bottom lip and his features draw tight. "I know it's been…" He sinks deeper, "a while for you… " Another inch, and he finishes his sentence through a clenched jaw, "I don't want to hurt you."
Warmth washes into my chest and I moan as he slides the rest of the way home. He holds himself there, hard and thick, and so deep inside me. Hands resting on either side of my head, he brings our lips together.
We kiss as I grow used to the fullness, until the need for him to move becomes too great. I stroke my thumb along his jawline. "I'm ready. Give me more."
His hips retreat until just the head of his cock remains inside me, then pushes forward all the way in one slow advance. I let my head fall against the pillow as his movements grow bigger, get deeper, shattering me with sensations.
