Page 45 of Tinsel & Tools
“Yeah?” My voice came out rough. “Feels good?”
His lips parted on a moan. “God, it feels so good. Don’t stop.”
I squeezed him in my hold, working him slower just to watch his body twitch and strain. His abs pulled taut as his hips jerked into my hand like he couldn’t fight it. I slid my thumb over the head, then down the thick vein along the underside, fascinated by the way he jerked when I touched him there.
“Fuck,” he panted again, his voice breaking.
I leaned in to kiss the hollow of his throat and whispered against his wet skin, “I want to know what makes you lose it.”
His eyes cracked open, dark and hazy, to meet mine. “Keep doing that and you’ll find out.”
I stroked him faster, with a twist at the top, the soap and water allowing my fist to slide easily. With his chest leaned against mine and his breath hot against my neck, he shuddered. Every noise he made lit me up inside.
“Look at you,” I rasped, my forehead against his. “Falling apart for me.”
His lips brushed mine, desperate, his body trembling under my hand. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
“Yeah, I think I do,” I muttered. His cock swelled, throbbing in my grip, and I knew he was close.
“Cole—” His voice cracked on my name as his back bowed off the tile.
“That’s it,” I urged, tightening my fist. “Give it to me.”
That did it. His hips snapped forward and a grunt tore from his throat as he pulsed hard in my fist, the water sweeping his cum away as fast as it came. His body jerked with every release, and I kept working him until he sagged against me, his chest heaving, lips parted, and body trembling from the aftershocks.
He caught my mouth in a kiss. Though he was still breathing hard, his lips were demanding against mine. “Don’t think for a second I’m done with you. Take me to your bed. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Okay,” I groaned, then turned off the shower and grabbed his hand, tugging him out.
We stumbled, water dripping onto the hardwood floor as we found our way to the bed. Instead of climbing onto the mattress, Gavin walked into the hall and returned a moment later with a condom and small bottle.
He tossed the items onto the sheets and crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees, ass lifted and glistening in the low light. He looked back over his shoulder. “I want you to take me like this.”
My dick was already aching, so much it hurt; it was heavy and leaking from holding back. The sight of him spread out for me made it worse, and the rush of need almost made my knees buckle. Still, I forced my shaking hands to grab the lube. I slicked my fingers and dragged them over his rim, circling until he moaned and pushed back against me. Slowly, I slid one inside the snug canal, the sensations making my erection jolt painfully. I braced a hand on his hip, my jaw clenched, as I fought the urge to bury myself right then.
“You okay?”
“Better than okay,” he said, rocking back onto my finger. “More.”
I gave him a second digit, then a third, stretching him open and watching his body take it. His whimpers deepened, his head dropping between his arms, and his thighs tensed as he moved with me. My cock jerked with every sound, every squeeze, and I knew I couldn’t wait much longer.
I pulled my fingers free. “I need to be inside you.”
“Then do it,” he demanded, looking back at me through damp strands of hair. “Fuck me.”
I tore the wrapper open and rolled the condom down over my dick. I grabbed the lube again, coating myself until I was slick, then lined up. The first push nearly blinded me because he was so tight, the heat gripping me harder than anything I’d ever felt. The warmth swallowed me inch by inch, clenching around me so firmly my breath caught. My fingers dug into his hips, my knuckles straining as I forced myself to go slow.
“Christ,” I croaked, my voice shaking. “You feel unreal.”
His shoulders bunched, the muscles flexing as he braced himself on his arms. A ragged breath slipped out of him when he bent his back to take me deeper. “I need more.”
I drew out slowly, then pushed back in, savoring the clutch of him around me. The slide was scorching, tighter than anything I’d known, and each thrust made my pulse hammer faster. I set a solid rhythm, my hips slapping against him, the mattress shifting under our weight.
His forehead lowered toward the sheets, one hand fisting the fabric while the other steadied his body. His back arched beautifully, presenting himself to me, and every movement of his ass grinding back onto me nearly undid me.
“Harder,” he urged, his voice breaking. “Give me everything.”
I snapped my hips faster, driving deeper, my sweat mixing with the dampness still clinging to our skin. My chest pressed to his back, my mouth at his shoulder, and I couldn’t stop whispering into his skin. “You feel so fucking good. I didn’t know it could be like this.”
