Page 47 of Something Cryptid This Way Comes
Our boxers follow next. Before we get into too much, I pull him with me under the spray. Hot water beats down on us. I turn, adjusting our positions, making sure Bram’s getting the brunt of it so he’ll warm up.
His skin slowly heats under my hands as we kiss in the misty storm of our own making. We take turns soaping each other up with teasing touches and wandering explorations, then dive back into kissing as we rinse away the bubbles.
I turn off the water and pass him a towel before taking one for myself. We make quick work of drying off.
I pause with my hand on the doorknob. “It’s going to feel cold once I open this. We should’ve brought clothes in with us.”
“No worries.” He pins me in place with a smile and glittering heat in his gaze. “We won’t need clothes right now anyway.”
The thrum of desire pulses through me. “Won’t we?”
He shakes his head. “Remember that thing I said about being under you?”
“I do.”
“What if I was over you instead?”
Clutching my towel at my waist, I groan. “I’ll take you any way at all.”
“Good.” He kisses my shoulder. “Go lie on the bed.”
With him at my back, I open the door. Cool air rushes in. The TV is on, but the dogs aren’t in the room. Holding the towel at my waist, I cross the room and listen at the doorway. The faint sounds of a collar jangling and one of the dogslapping water in the kitchen drifts my way. I nudge the door shut and turn to find Bram standing by the bed.
A bottle of lube and a condom in hand, he pats the mattress. “Come here.”
Aching for him, I comply. “How do you want me?”
“Stretch out and get comfortable.”
I climb onto the bed and settle at the center with my head on my pillow. “How’s this?”
“Perfect. You’re perfect.” He rakes his gaze over me from head to toe. Then he climbs on and sits between my legs.
A vision of us positioned like this in the tent the night I had my cock inside him for the first time comes into my mind. Whatever he wants right now, I’ll give him.
He places the condom by my hip then pours lube onto his fingers. “I was thinking about this at the haunted house.”
“When we were walking through the rooms?” I can’t help grinning.
“No. During all that down time in the hallway before we took our tour. I pictured laying you out like this and taking my time with you.”
I’m edging toward rock hard from his words alone. “We could’ve talked about that instead of cryptids.”
“I know.” He places a warm hand on my knee. “But I thought that if we started talking about it, I’d need to act on it. Couldn’t drag you out of there while we were on duty, now could I?”
My fingers itch with the need to touch him. “I’m pretty sure that if you started talking about us being together like this, I would’ve grabbed you and claimed the nearest horizontal surface.”
Bram’s smile is quick and devilish. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Holding my gaze, he strokes his lubed fingers along my cock. Biting back a groan, I fist the blankets. He smiles and leans in, planting his hand by my shoulder, andkisses me.
Too soon, he pulls back and settles between my legs again. Both hands stroke my cock and balls, and he varies his pace. Then he dips down and kisses my chest, my stomach, and then scoots back and lies between my legs. Resting his weight on his forearms, he holds my cock at the base, and runs his tongue along the underside, before closing his lips over the crown.
I struggle against the urge to thrust up and into that sucking, wet heat. Bram takes in more of me, bobbing his head. I fist his hair, groaning, panting, and saying his name. He raises his head. Meets my gaze. Then sucks my brains out of my dick.
“Fuck.” The blankets twist under my hands. I rock my hips, unable to keep still.
Bram circles a fingertip around my rim then edges inside. Groaning, I open my legs wider, and slide one foot up the mattress to give him better access.
