Page 15 of Falling Faster
Shifting my weight to one arm, I gaze at him. We smile at each other in the dim lighting. "I like you here, in my bed."
"Me too. With you right now, there's nowhere else I want to be."
The soft words touch something deep inside me. They make me yearn. I stroke a possessive path down his torso, from his chest to the bulge in his jeans. With a groan, he rolls his hips into the touch. He tugs my head back into kissing range and his lips and tiny nips of teeth graze along my jaw. Desire flashes fast. I expose my neck for more. My hand tightens over the denim beneath my palm as the scrape of teeth shoots sensations to my cock. "Ty."
"Take your shirt off so I can touch you." Ty ends his order by capturing my lips. He deepens the kiss, thrusting his tongue to mimic the thrusting of our hips.
Breathless, I break the kiss, lean back, and tug my shirt off one-handed. The moment of self-conscious worry if my lover will like what he sees fades at Ty's brows rising in appreciation as his gaze wanders along my body. He reaches out his hands slowly, so slowly, and I hold my breath in anticipation. The touch of his fingertips to my bare chest feels huge. Earth shattering. Random patterns roam over my chest and stomach. Closing my eyes, I moan and revel in the slow strokes. When they move to my nipples and pinch, I arch into the touch. "So good. Harder. Please."
"Like that?" The pressure increases to a burn. Sucking in a breath, I nod. Then fingernails skate across the sensitized areas.
"Oh, fuck." Those zings nearly make me come in my jeans. Biting my lip, I fight for control.
The grazing pauses. "Too much?"
I open my eyes and meet Ty's hesitant gaze. Occasionally, bed partners haven't been comfortable with my wanting pleasure with a little side of pain. Being honest about what I want, what I need, puts me in a vulnerable position, but with Ty, I want to be myself. Nerves quiver, dampening my desire. If Ty rejects me… I take the chance. "It's perfect. So perfect that I?—"
The scrape of nails resumes in twin blades of exquisite sensation across each nipple, stealing my breath. Mouth open, I pant, gaze locked on Ty's eyes, my hands curling into the sheets.
All hesitation disappears from Ty's face, replaced by a look of hunger. "You look so sexy with your head thrown back like that."
Lost in pleasure, for a moment, I can't speak, can only feel. My hips move against his, increasing in speed as my heartbeat quickens. The spurt of pre-come is a warning.Drawing back, I rise onto my knees. Straddling Ty, I push his shirt up his torso. "I need to touch you. This needs to go."
He shifts to sitting and pulls his shirt off. He tosses it on the floor, and then lays before me, a long, lean column of subtle muscles, smooth, pale skin, and low-slung jeans.
My fingers ache to explore. I stretch out beside Ty and draw the man into my arms, gliding my hands over skin that burns hot under my touch. Chest, arms, back, every inch I encounter elicits a response. A gasp, a moan, an intake of breath, a whisper of my name. When I trail my fingers over his stomach, he sucks in a breath and contracts his lower abs as though to help me move closer to the waistband of his jeans. But I'm not ready to rush. I want to savor.
Shifting down the length of Ty's body, I retrace the path of my hands with my lips. Soft kisses to his neck, nuzzling the line of collarbone, and sucking up a small mark in a sensitive spot I discover where his neck and shoulder meet. Gooseflesh dots his skin and he frazzles my concentration with teasing touches of his own. Adorning his chest with kisses, I play with his nipples, gauging his expression to see what he likes best. Kisses and licks and the barest hint of teeth.
I rake my fingers down the center of his torso, following the trail of hair a shade darker than the light dusting of pale blond on his chest. His stomach muscles quiver under my touch and heat radiates from the man. I undo the button and slowly lower the zipper on his jeans. His erection pokes through, covered by light blue boxers. Tracing a single finger over the darker, wet patch on the cotton straining beneath my hand, I bend my head and trail my lips over the soft happy trail.
"Please." Voice desperate, Ty arches his hips.
I ease the jeans and boxers to mid-thigh. Ty's arousal springs free. Shifting further down his body, I lower my headand wrap my hand around his cock. Watching his face, I swipe my tongue along the length from root to tip. Then do it again, slower, teasing my tongue over heated skin as my lips journey higher. When I reach the crown, I lave the area with my tongue, tasting pre-come, and linger on the spot that makes him toss his head back and clutch the sheets. His legs, trapped in denim, move restlessly. His hips flex, and I detour to trace my tongue along the indentation near the hipbones forming the V.
He moans and tangles his hands in my hair. "Please," he says again, "more." And gently pulls me back to his cock.
I swirl my tongue around the head once again. Watching Ty's face, I wrap my hand around the base, then take the head into my mouth and suck. His lips part, panting, and his eyes mist in pleasure. Ty's hips buck and his fingers tighten, pulling my hair.
The bite of pain spikes my desire. I tighten my fist and hollow my cheeks, sucking harder. When the grip on my hair slackens a bit, I pull off his cock, range over his torso, and place my index finger on swollen, parted lips. "Get it wet for me."
Seconds pass while I wait for Ty to process my words. Pupils fully blown, he takes my finger into his mouth. He sucks hard and works his tongue around the digit, and I ache to feel that mouth around my cock. My jeans grow impossibly tight. I pop the button and ease the zipper down, gaining some relief. When his fingers graze my cock, I shift out of reach and withdraw my finger. "If you touch me now, I'll explode."
I slip back into position straddling his legs. Stroking his cock, I close my lips over the head. My other hand plays with Ty's balls before moving farther back to rub circles over his rear entrance, then ease my wet fingertip inside him. Hisgasps and moans and muttered words are a guide and a turn-on, amping up my desire until it feels like I'm walking a tight rope on an electrical wire.
Groaning, he tugs my head closer, pushing himself deeper, and arches his hips over and over. "So good,"pant, "so close,"pant, "Craig,"pant. The words huff out and he tosses his head into the pillow. Then his grip on my hair tightens and he releases one hand to tap my head in warning. "I'm there."
I clamp both my hands onto his hips and take him deeper. Relaxing my throat, I swallow around the head and hum. The air fills with Ty's steady moans. The mattress moves as his arms fling out and his body jerks. Salty release floods my mouth.
Tightening my hold, I drink him down, and then gently suck on the softening cock, coaxing more tremors and moans from the lanky, sexy man. When Ty's body finally calms and his grip on my hair shifts to caresses, I ease back. He looks shattered, in the best way. Clamping hold over my own desire, I kiss my way up his body.
The lamplight catches his glittering gaze. He traces his fingers along my cheek. "That was… wow. And I didn't even get my jeans all the way off."
"I can take care of that." Shifting to the foot of the bed, I tug Ty's socks, jeans, and boxers off, and then strip out of my clothes. I grab a bottle of lube from the bedside table, hand it to Ty, and resume my place by his side. "Whatever you want."
"I want to start by touching you. Sit up for me." Ty moves behind me and after a moment, the weight of his hands presses into my shoulders and kneads the muscles. The massage continues over my back, alternating between rough and soft touches.
"Oh, that's nice." I lean into the long strokes and sigh when Ty trails kisses over my neck.
