Groaning, I grab his waist, then his hips, gliding my hands over his soft skin while his mouth sends my need for him soaring.
Desire pulses in my blood as my jeans loosen and he drags them down my legs. The sight of him on his knees before me is straight out of my fantasies. "Ty…"
Sitting on his heels, he gazes up at me and slides his hands up my calves and thighs. He licks his lips. "Can I taste you?"
"Oh, fuck." I fist my throbbing cock through my boxers. "Anything you want."
He kneels up and his fingertips hook into my waistband. Instead of lowering it, he leans in and rubs his cheek over me. Pre-cum spurts out, turning a patch of the cotton a darker shade of red. "I've thought about this. A lot."
I release my hold of myself in favor of sliding my fingersthrough his hair. "I have too. You on your knees for me. You in so many ways. Just you."
Ty eases the boxers down, freeing my cock. He fists me with one hand while the other pushes the boxers to the pool of denim at my ankles. Those big brown eyes look up and meet mine, and he takes me into his mouth.
Wet heat. Soft tongue. Gentle suction. Individual sensations swamp me. On a moan, I adjust my stance and cup the back of his head. His other hand cradles my balls, while the hand on my cock works in tandem with his mouth, stroking me too close to the edge.
"Too close. Ty." Threading my fingers into his hair again, I ease him off me. "I'm not going to be able to last. Too excited you're here. I'll probably calm down after an orgasm, or five."
His smile is quick. "Good thing we have all night, then."
"Come here and kiss me." I extend my hand and he grabs hold, and I pull him to standing. Then I kick free of my pants and boxers, and ditch my socks.
Ty slides his hands up my chest and links them around my neck. His mouth lands on mine and his tongue traces the seam of my lips. I open for him, tangling our tongues together, and taking the kiss deeper.
I can't stop touching him, stroking his skin, addicted to the feel of his body pressed against mine. "One of us is wearing too many clothes."
His lips curve into a smile against mine. "Let me guess, it's me. Help me out with that?"
Dragging my knuckles down his chest and stomach, I wait for the catch in his breath and the way he sucks in and tightens his abs when I get close to his waistband. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you."
"I know you will." That trust in his eyes is damn addicting too.
I slide the button free of its hole, and the sound of his zipper lowering is music to my ears. His hands meet mine as we push the jeans down. I stoop to continue lowering them, and the superhero symbol covering the front of his boxers makes me pause. They're sexy and very Ty, and the star over his cock is like an X on a treasure map. "I like them."
"I'll get you a pair." He pushes into my hand as I stroke my fingers over the symbol. "They're, uh, comfortable. I… can't concentrate with you touching me like this."
I lift my hand. "Should I stop?"
He presses me against him. "No."
Smiling, I squeeze his cock. "You look good in them. But even better out of them."
Passion mists his eyes. "Then let's get me there."
His jeans are too tight to simply fall the rest of the way. I crouch and help him step out of them and take off his socks. Before I can reach for his boxers, he pushes them down. I grab the waistband and tug them free of his legs.
Stroking his cock, he backs up to the bed. "I have lube in my bag."
"I have it under my pillow."
He smirks. "Bet housekeeping got a kick out of that."
Laughing, I push him onto the mattress. "I put it there when I came in from the concert tonight."
"Oh." He glides his hand up my chest, hooks it behind my neck, then gently pulls me toward him. "For me? I mean, us?"
"Of course." I slide my hand under the pillow and snag the bottle. He takes it from me and presses the cap so it pops open. "What do you want tonight?"
"I want your hands on me. And I want you to kiss me.And I want you inside me again." He drags his lower lip between his teeth. "But it's not just about me. What do you want?"