Page 55 of Animal Instincts
“Does that sound like I’m saying no?” Oliver breathed against Joss’ lips.
Joss shook his head, and settled in next to Oliver, resting his hand on Oliver’s chest. He could feel the speeding thump of Oliver’s heart; he smiled to himself, because it was about to thump a whole lot faster. With the fingers of one hand, Joss circled Oliver’s nipple, the greedy nub hard and raised, demanding attention.
Oliver groaned at his touch, as Joss circled and stroked and—
“Fuck!”
Tugged.
And stroked, and tugged again. Hard.
Joss smiled, closing his eyes as he covered its twin with his mouth. Beyond the buzz in his head, beyond the wild galloping of his heart, beyond the heat in his groin and the heavy ache in his engorged cock, Oliver gasped and groaned as his body jerked and twitched.
Easy, easy, easy… They had all night.
Joss ran his hand down his own iron hard cock, wincing as he swept over the head, wet and slippery with pre-cum, and pressed down at the base. With a final hard suck, he let Oliver’s nipple go with a loud, wet smack of lips.
Oliver lay panting, his eyes huge and dark, and locked on Joss. Joss’ throat constricted. Broad shoulders and chest, flat stomached and narrow waisted; skin flushed and sweat damp; heavy dark hair messy and in disarray. Oliver was beautiful. Joss had never thought of a man in that way, or not before Oliver. But it was what Oliver was, beautiful, both inside and out. His vision swam, as the word burrowed into his heart, locked itself in, and threw away the key.
“You okay?” Oliver stroked Joss’ hair from his forehead, his voice as unsteady as his hand.
Joss nodded. “More than you could know.” He smiled at the echo of Oliver’s own words from earlier.
Joss inched his way down the bed, laying a trail of soft kisses as he went. At Oliver’s navel, he nuzzled hard, and Oliver squirmed and laughed, and wriggled some more.
Hmmm… Ticklish…Joss did it again, before he chased the treasure trail of fine hair all the way to the hot, dark place between Oliver’s legs.
His man was splayed out for him, legs wide, knees softly bent. Oliver’s cock — long, thick, and flushed, a slight curve to one side — rose from a thatch of dark, dense pubic hair, the veins fat and throbbing. It twitched, and a glistening thread of pre-cum trailed between his slit and the glossy pool on his flat stomach.
Oh, god…Beautiful. There was the word again, the word Joss had never used for any man before Oliver. His lungs burned, his heart pounded. He needed to steady himself, but Christ, it was hard to when Oliver was looking like this.
Joss took in a slow breath, his senses saturating in Oliver’s scent. Musk, deep and masculine; the bitter tang of arousal; the sharpness of clean sweat. It all combined in a heavy aroma that made Joss’ head spin and his mouth water. Bending low over Oliver, Joss breathed him in, drenching himself in his man.
His man…
Joss nuzzled into the base of Oliver’s cock, the thick wiry hair tickling his face. Oliver groaned and muttered, slurred and incomprehensible, as Joss licked his slow way up Oliver’s heated shaft, all the way up to the bulging, glistening, purple-tinged head. Viscous juice, salty and mouth watering, dripped from Oliver’s slit, and Joss lapped and sucked, and lapped again.
“Sweet Jesus, where, how…?”
Oliver’s words faded to nothing.
Dragging his tongue all the way down Oliver’s rock hard cock, Joss edged further down the bed, his mouth finding Oliver’s balls.
Huge, heavy, he sucked one into his mouth. Rolling it on his tongue, stretching out the thin skin, sucking and sucking again, before letting go, swapping one for the other. Fingers clawed at his head, scrunching his hair into a tight fistful. Oliver’s hard pull tingled across Joss’ scalp, and his body shivered with the burn of it.
Oliver’s grip slackened and Joss edged further down. He eased Oliver’s already wide legs wider, and bent further his already bent knees. Joss’ breath shuddered in his lungs. Oliver’s entrance, dark pink and puckered, softly pulsing, and waiting.
Waiting for him.
Crashing in from nowhere, landing hard in his chest, Joss’ confidence and sureness wobbled and wavered. He’d topped and bottomed, switching according to the man and the moment, anything but the kid so many seemed to view him as, but… This wasn’t any of those times, because this was Oliver, this was their first time together, like this, this was—
“Joss? Are you okay? If you’ve got second thoughts…”
Joss snapped his gaze up to meet Oliver’s.
“No. Never.” He could never have second thoughts about this man.
In one long, slow glide, Joss ran the flat of his tongue from Oliver’s entrance to his perineum. He did it again and again and again, holding Oliver’s legs wide. Groans and gasps cut through the air, and Oliver’s cock danced on his stomach, demanding attention. Joss smiled; enticing though Oliver’s gorgeous cock was, it was going to have to wait.
