Page 57 of Animal Instincts
Make love. The words were a hammer to the head, catching Joss off balance.
Make love.
Not fuck or screw, or any of what he’d done before. Quick, heated thrills, forgotten almost before he’d tugged his jeans back on, this with Oliver could never, ever be that.
Joss dragged in an unsteady breath as he eased Oliver back before he slathered the rest of the lube over his suited shaft, and knelt between Oliver’s legs. His mouth was desert dry, his heart beat out an erratic tattoo deep in his chest, his skin was nervy and tingling. He swallowed hard.
“Joss?”
And there it was again, all that trust and belief in him, shining bright in Oliver’s eyes and in the soft upwards curve of his lips. The stormy sea of Joss’ nerves calmed and quietened. Lining the tip of his cock against Oliver’s entrance, he eased forward.
“Oh, fucking… Fucking hell…”
“Oliver?” Joss stilled, and held his breath.
“Don’t stop, just…”
Joss eased himself deeper into Oliver’s body.
Hot and tight, Oliver’s muscles grabbed him hard. Joss’ hips rolled in a smooth motion, each roll taking him in further. Oliver’s hips met every roll, every undulation. Their groans and ragged breaths crowded the musky air around them, and Joss’ heart crashed against his ribs when Oliver locked his legs tight around his waist. It was the green light Joss’ brain had been waiting for, and any thoughts of taking this slow shattered like brick struck glass.
Joss pounded harder and faster, and Oliver met him thrust for thrust. Crushing his mouth to Oliver’s, Joss kissed him in time to every rock of his hips, fucking Oliver’s mouth as he fucked his arse. Desperate, needy, Joss rode harder, his breath burning in his lungs. He broke the hard kiss, dragging air into himself. Below him Oliver’s eyes were closed tight, his face red and sweat drenched. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Oliver had never, ever been more beautiful.
Joss pushed Oliver’s legs wider and higher, opening him up as he ploughed deeper, gasping as Oliver’s hips jerked upwards in a hard, violent thrust, his hands landing on Joss’ arse cheeks. Oliver’s nails dug into Joss’ flesh, but Joss didn’t care about the pain or the bruising, because all he cared about was diving deeper into this man, his man, climbing inside him, into all the dark, hot places—
Oliver’s cry was a thunder clap. Pinned beneath Joss, Oliver jerked and spasmed as his eyes flew open.
“Oh, sweet Jesus…” Oliver’s words tumbled from his lip, and Joss grinned, feeling the darkness in the curve of his lips as he pounded, hammering at the sweet spot, every hard grind undoing Oliver a little more.
Hot and sweat slick, their bodies ground together. Joss captured Oliver’s mouth once more, sucking the breath from him, wanting, needing a part of Oliver in him, as he was in Oliver.
The hard, relentless rhythm of Joss’ hips began to stutter and falter. His orgasm climbed as heat burned high, rising up, tightening his balls. It thundered through him, unstoppable as a roller coaster plunging head first, speeding faster and faster before crashing to the ground.
Joss cried out, tears wetting his cheeks, as his climax exploded from him, as his balls emptied themselves into the condom buried deep inside Oliver. Wave after wave, his body shuddered, and he squeezed his eyes tight. He was dizzy, he was hot, too hot, and panic rose up in him as ropes tightened around him. He pushed, needing air, the panic mounting—
“Hey, everything’s fine. More than fine. I’ve got you, Joss, I’ve got you.”
Through the fog of panic, Oliver’s deep and calming voice reached him.
“Just take deep, slow breaths.”
Joss peeled his eyes open, blinking to steady his wavy vision. Oliver was smiling at him, and Joss’ heart calmed and steadied. The ropes that had held him prisoner were now arms that held him safe.
“That was… I don’t… I…” Joss blinked again, and fell silent.
Oliver laughed and planted a soft kiss on the end of Joss’ nose.
“It was. Just lay still for a moment.”
Joss didn’t need telling twice, as he collapsed against Oliver’s chest, losing himself in his man’s strong and steady heartbeat.
Joss didn’t know how long they lay entwined in each other’s arms, bathed in the golden glow of the lamplight.
Golden glow… He smiled. Yes, it was just how he felt. Golden and glowing.
His now limp dick had slipped from Oliver. He should get up, get rid of the condom… He eased himself away, and smiled as he looked down at Oliver, who lay quiet and sleeping. Oliver’s cock rested on his stomach, as calm and sleepy as the rest of him. Cum slicked his stomach, already drying and crusting. Joss hadn’t been the only one who’d found his happy ending.
Joss padded off to the en-suite, and returned with a damp flannel and towel. Oliver still lay on his back, but his eyes were wide open.
