Page 74 of Out of the Shadows
“It is what I want,” I murmur as I press my forehead to his.
“Then don’t let nerves or worry get in the way. Honestly, it’s not hard.”
We both laugh at his ill-chosen, or maybe not so ill-chosen, words, breaking the tension.
Cosmo gets up and pulls the duvet from the bed, letting it tumble to the floor.
“All the better to see you with,” he says with a wink.
And Jesus but doesn’t my blood rise at that. Nothing dark, nothing hidden, nothing covered up. The sun streaming through the open curtains brightening the room. There’s nowhere to hide.
He rummages inside the drawer of the bedside cabinet producing a tube of lube and a condom, placing them on top of the cabinet.
“We won’t need these just yet. First, just a little…” He gets on the bed and climbs on top of me. “Kiss,” he breathes against my lips.
My mouth loosens, and I let him in. I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him in close, and let my eyes drift closed as he takes total command.
“Ah, god,” I sigh as he drifts a hand down my chest, and circles the hard nub of a nipple, his touch both featherlight and electric.
His kiss leaves my lips and my complaining groan turns to a sigh of delight as he lays a trail of kisses across my throat. I arch my neck, presenting myself for more. Cosmo’s chuckle sings on my nervy, sensitive skin, and the light skim of his tongue and the not so light suck of mouth is a delicious, thrilling shockwave.
I gasp as his hand drifts lower, the heat of his palm matching the heat of my dick and my heavy, aching balls, as he teases and strokes, and teases again. I push myself up into his touch, seeking more, but his hand is making the return journey up my body and I drag my eyes open.
Cosmo’s eyes are heavy and hooded, their green melted into black. A light flush stains his cheeks and his lips are full, ready and aching to be kissed.
I pull him to me crushing my mouth to his, as I obey the savage, primitive command to take what’s mine.
He kisses me with a ferocity which matches my own. The wet, spit soaked slap of our lips, our heavy, ragged breaths as our tongues fight for dominance. I clamp my hands either side of his face. Stubble scratches at my palms; there’s nothing soft or smooth about him, everything is hard masculinity and my heart rate rockets.
We break the kiss, both of us chasing our breaths as our hungry gazes feast on each other. I breathe in deep, drenching myself in his scent of soap and shampoo that can’t hide the deeper, headier scent of want and desire, arousal and sex.
He grabs the lube but I pluck it from his fingers.
“Let me do that,” I croak. Opening him up, stretching him, feeling the tight heat with my fingers before my—I swallow hard, and my hands are clumsy and heavy, and a large blob of cool lube slips through my shaking fingers. “Fuck it.”
“Plenty more where that came from.” Cosmo gives me a wink and a grin as he retrieves the tube from me. It’s cheeky and mischievous, and so undeniably Cosmo that my rollercoasting nerves level out and settle.
“Think of it like spreading butter on a hot piece of toast.”
“Toast and butter?” I blink at him.
“Yeah,” he says, the word coming out like a long breath. “The lube is the butter, and my arse is the toast. Without the crumbs, of course. Delicious, warm and lip smacking good. No need to add jam, or peanut butter, and definitely no need to add — Marmite.” He whispers the name, and shudders.
I laugh, because I can’t not. He’s done it again. He’s taken my nerves and my anxieties, rolled them up into a ball and chucked them away like waste paper.
He takes my hand, and squeezes out some more lube. I smooth it over, covering and drenching my fingers. I look up to face him.
When did he move?
He’s on his hands and knees, rocking backwards and forwards as he looks at me from over his shoulder.
Jesus…The dip of his spine pushes up his arse and his strong legs are parted and opening up his arse cheeks. His entrance is a darker pink than the rest of him.
I freeze.
“Daniel?”
His backwards and forwards motion stops, his body as still and steady as his gaze which locks onto my own.
