Page 54 of Animal Instincts
Joss rocked into Oliver, moaning at his lover’s stroke and squeeze, squeeze and stroke, as he let his head fall back and his eyes flutter to a close.
“Oh, god… Oliver…” Joss murmured as Oliver’s lips brushed over the skin pulled tight across his exposed throat, as all the time Oliver stroked and squeezed, squeezed and stroked.
“I need you naked and on your back.”
Joss’ breath hitched as Oliver’s words scorched his nervy skin.
Seconds later, every shred of clothing in a heap on the floor, they lay together on the bed.
Joss groaned as Oliver straddled him and trailed a line of kisses over his throat, across his cheeks, along his jawbone. His lips tingled, aching to be kissed; his mouth watered, desperate to taste…his man. The two words again, and stoking the fires inside of him. Thrusting his hands through Oliver’s hair, he cupped the back of his lover’s head and pulled him down, crushing their mouths together in a hard and bruising kiss.
So wet, so sloppy, and so fucking good… Teeth and tongues, swollen, soaking lips, it all clashed as each sought to dominate the other.
Kissing. Kissing Oliver. Kissing and tasting Oliver. Joss could do this forever and a day, and it still wouldn’t be enough. His hips rocked upwards, and his aching, nervy cock rubbed hard against Oliver’s iron hard shaft, the drag of heated skin on heated skin delicious, agonising ecstasy.
Joss’ hands brushed across Oliver, snaking down over his hot, sweat slick skin, into and out of the dip of his lower back, to the mound of his undulating arse. Running a finger between Oliver’s arse cheeks, he pressed at the fluttering muscle of his entrance.
“Jesus.”
Oliver’s whole body jerked and spasmed. He stared down at Joss, his breathing hard and irregular, his eyes wide and dark, the storm grey of his irises eaten up by the inky black of his pupils.
Joss pressed again, rimming the quivering muscle with the tip of his finger, wringing a juddering moan from Oliver. Joss sucked in a deep breath, marshalled his strength and tightened his muscles — and flipped himself and Oliver over, reversing their positions.
In open mouthed shook, Oliver’s chest rose and fell with his ragged breaths as Joss drank in every drop of the man beneath him.
“I need to be inside you, I need to feel every part of you.Bepart of you,” Joss whispered.
The room fell silent, still, save for the pounding beat of Joss’ heart and the wild raging of his blood tumbling through his veins. They had kissed — so many kisses — and touched and tasted, their bodies shaken and spent. But this? It was a step, a leap, taking them further, and Joss knew as he gazed down into his man’s eyes, that he wanted this more than he’d wanted anything ever before.
“Yes. I want it, more than you could know.”
Joss’ heart quietened and the raging torrent of his blood settled into a lazy river.
So often in his life, Joss had felt unsettled and unsure, but as his lips curved into a smile, and as his smile was returned, he’d never been so sure of anything but this, with Oliver.
Joss slid from Oliver and fumbled for his wallet in his jeans. Two little packets, the condom and the lube.
“Are you always ready for action?”
Oliver’s voice was light, but there was an edge Joss was determined to smooth. He looked from the packets to Oliver.
“These have been in my wallet for so long, they’ve probably passed their use by dates.” He blew them both, and made a show of coughing. “See? They’re covered in dust and cobwebs. Tells you how long it’s been since I’ve seen anyaction.”
“And were you looking?”
“No,” Joss said, simply. “Not until now.”
Joss’ breath caught in his throat. Under the warm light cast by the lamp, naked, his dick at more than half mast, Oliver was stunning.
Oliver had filled out over the weeks, so right for his broad shouldered frame. It suited him, just as his dark hair, a little longer now, did. The dark stubble shadowing his jaw was a sharp contrast to his pale skin, stubble that so often had scraped across Joss’ own jaw, his cheek, down his throat, down… He swallowed and his chest tightened as his own dick twitched and thickened.
Joss put the condom and the lube on the bedside table. They wouldn’t be needing either just yet. He’d told Oliver he wanted to be buried deep inside him… Oliver had said yes, but Joss needed to be sure.
Once more he straddled Oliver, balancing himself on his knees and planting his palms either side of him. Joss’ hair fell forward, and Joss studied him through the curtain of his fringe. Any hesitation, any pause, no matter how tiny…
“Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to feel like you have to say yes.”
Oliver reached a hand under Joss hair, and massaged at Joss’ nape, before he eased him down, crushing their mouths together in a sure and confident kiss.
