Page 35 of Something Cryptid This Way Comes
We keep kissing and kissing, and Bram’s hands roam over my back, down to my ass, cupping, stroking, and caressing. Our bodies grind in a sensual dance directed by sighs and moans and pleas for more.
I nuzzle the skin under his beard, inhaling the scent of campfire and clean sweat. “I love the way you smell.”
“I can’t believe we’re here like this.” His voice is a croak and his throat bobs. I nip his Adam’s apple with my teeth, then kiss it, and revel in the shiver my actions evoke. Holding me to him with one hand firmly on my ass, he brings a finger to my mouth, tracing my lips. I part them and suck in the tip, swirling my tongue around it, teasing as I hollow my cheeks.
His gaze heats and the power that surges, knowing I put that heat there, burns as hot as roaring flames. He claims my mouth. Power laced with so much tenderness, the kiss is a contrast, and is everything that makes Trevor the amazing man he is. Thought is forfeited and only sensations exist, a place I’ll happily live for as long as I can.
My weight on my forearms, I tease my fingers in his hair, and slide my foot up and down his calf, rubbing our thighs together, our calves, our cocks. I want everything with him. “You feel so good.”
With a nip to my lower lip, he pulls back. “Whatever you want.”
“I want to feel you inside me.” I push up so I’mstraddling him and trace my fingers over his sculpted chest. Trevor sucks in a breath and his hands flex on my thighs. I like the way his lips part, the mists of desire in his eyes, and the way he whispers my name.
His fingertips tickle my lower spine, sinking lower and lower. A small bottle of lube and a strip of condoms sit beside the pillow. I grab the bottle, shivering as his hands skate up my thighs.
I pour some lube on his fingers. His wet finger slides over my ass to the crease, and I push my hips back, gripping his cock in my hand. “I need you, Trev.”
The meaning behind my words is more than I’m ready to say, but from the way he’s looking at me, with so much tenderness, I think he may have gotten the message. “You’ve always had me, Bram. You always will.”
Every one of my nerve endings short-circuits as the weight of his declarations encircles the air around us, wrapping us in its meaning. “Get me ready. Now.”
Even in the shadows of the tent, I can make out the tremor under eyes full of desire, and more. With two slicked fingers, he works his way inside. Desperation curls around my center and I stroke him from base to tip, slow and tight, watching his face for what brings the most pleasure, unlocking more of his secrets. His hand clamps on my thigh and he arches into me with a groan. “Yes.”
He pulls my head down, demanding my mouth. As we kiss, he adds a third finger. He pumps them in and out, finding my prostate. A constellation of stars explodes behind my eyelids with each hit.
“Fuck.” I grope for the condom, then tear the wrapper open. Need trembling through me, I slide it down his thick cock. “This isn’t going to last long.”
Trevor grabs my hips, steadying me as I position myself over him and slowly sink down. Inch by inch, moment aftermoment, each one bringing us closer and closer together. The feel of him filling me, the intimacy that joins us, steals my voice and I’m overcome with how amazing it feels to be here, with him, as we are.
His fingertips dig into my skin. The tendons in his neck stand out as he fights to keep his hips still, giving me control.
“You feel so good.” His words are strained with that gruff tone I love.
I run my fingers over his chest, then grasp hold of his shoulders and thrust, moving my hips, sliding up until only his tip is in me, then sinking back down.
We both groan and I do it again and again and again. His fingers grip me hard enough I’m sure I’ll have marks tomorrow and I groan at the thought of carrying signs of our night together on my skin. Our gazes stay on each other, our connection never wavering.
When I’m close, he fists his hand around my cock, stroking me hard and fast, then pulls himself to sitting. Enveloping me in his arms, his gaze burns into me with every thrust.
Mine.
The thought catapults me over the edge. Mouth fused to mine, Trevor swallows my cries as my release coats our skin. Then he clutches me tighter, banding his arms around me, and stiffens, groaning long and low, filling the condom with muted heat.
Our kisses turn lazy, and we pause them only to smile at each other. I can’t stop caressing his skin, and he loosens his tight embrace enough to slide his hands up and down my back in possessive strokes.
Dazzled by what we shared, I claim another kiss and luxuriate in the feel of being body to body with him. “In the morning, I want the reverse of what we just did. Me sliding inside you as the sun rises, sharing orgasms as theday begins.”
His hands flex on my back and his gaze glitters with heat. “Fuck, yeah.”
I know we need to clean up, but I want to steal another few moments first. “It’s different with you.”
“Sex?”
“Yeah. And the hand-holding. The kissing. All of it.” It means more. And I know why. Love.
He slides a hand up to frame my face. “For me too.”
Those strong fingers shift to the back of my head and he draws me forward. Our lips meet, and I sink into the kiss, sink into Trevor, as owls hoot and crickets chirp and the night comes alive around us.
