Page 90 of Tell No One
“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” Tag whispered. “Have you gone off me now because of what I told you?”
“I already knew, remember? I know you didn’t do it, not even accidentally.”
Tag whimpered. “How can you know?”
“I just do.”
When Tag’s hand slid to the bulge in his trousers and gently squeezed, Delaney’s resistance faltered. He pushed to his feet and pulled off his T-shirt.
“You are so beautiful,” Tag whispered. “Oh God, you are and you don’t even know it.” He came up on his knees and unfastened Delaney’s trousers for him, sliding the zip down and slipping his hand inside.
Delaney swallowed hard and peeled off his trousers and boxers at the same time.
“You are,” Tag said. “You’re like an anatomically perfect model. You can see all your muscles.”
Delaney huffed. “That would be a bit gross.” He reached out, took hold of Tag’s hand and hauled him off the couch. “Bedroom.”
But Tag hadn’t got all the way up the stairs before Delaney put his hands on his hips and pulled him down.
Tag laughed. “This isn’t the bedroom.”
Looking at Tag’s arse made his mouth water. Delaney leaned over him, his knees on the stairs either side of Tag’s and trailed his tongue down his spine. Tag quivered and arched back into him, rubbing his backside against Delaney’s cock. Then Delaney scraped his chin from Tag’s neck to the seam of his arse. Tag’s loud groan tightened Delaney’s balls.
“Up. Now,” Delaney croaked.
Tag hauled himself up and went into the bedroom. By the time Delaney joined him, Tag was lying face down on the bed, lube and condom at his side. Delaney’s fingers shook as he put on the condom. He ended up having to take the damn thing off when it got twisted.
“Desperate for me?” Tag turned to look at him.
Yes, Delaney was desperate.
Desperate to hold him, desperate to feel Tag’s body under his. He rolled Tag over and lay half on top of him, brushing his lips over Tag’s cheeks, wondering if Tag could feel the way his breath was catching. Delaney was desperate to look at him, kiss him, fuck him. And the crazy thing was that he wanted to tell him.
Delaney didn’t say a word. He lubed his fingers, spread Tag’s legs with his knees and lay between his thighs, pushing a finger into his body while Tag moaned and gasped, then two fingers, and every muscle in Delaney’s body wound tighter. Three fingers made Tag cry out and for one mind-blowing moment, Delaney wanted his entire hand in there.God, no.
He pushed and rocked and pressed his cock against the entrance to Tag’s body, drawing all the noises Tag was making into his own. Then Tag’s muscles gave way and Delaney slid inside, pleasure flooding his veins as his cock was enveloped in tight heat. The urge to ram himself home grew in his head, but he waited, giving Tag time to adjust, giving himself time to breathe.
“Still want me then?” Tag whispered.
“I don’t see anyone else around.”
“Fuck me hard.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“Why not?”
“Because I have a gun.”
Tag laughed. “Not in your hand.”
As though Tag’s words were linked directly to his cock, Delaney pushed in, then pulled back and thrust in even harder, burying himself so deep in Tag’s arse that Tag arched, clenched his fists and cried out. Delaney dropped his mouth to Tag’s and kissed him. The kiss went on and on and Delaney felt as if something was bursting open inside him.
“Let me turn over,” Tag blurted.
Delaney turned him, pushed up his legs and thrust back in, unable to stop moving now, caught up in the rhythm of the dance, pleasure building like a stack of children’s bricks. He wanted to make the tower as high as he could before it came crashing down. His body was aligned to Tag’s, his arms spread along his, his toes rubbing Tag’s feet, his mouth on Tag’s neck while his hips rolled, and he drove his dick into that slick, tight heat time after perfect time.
The blinds were up, the light was still good and Delaney thought how he wasn’t used to fucking in the daylight where he could see everything. And how he wasnotused to fucking slender guys of this age, with chocolate eyes and sweet smiles and addictive kisses.
