Page 58 of Tinsel & Tools
“Hold up,” I managed to say. “I want more than your mouth.”
He eased back with a wet sound, stroked me once, and tipped his head. “Then take me.”
Hearing his demand made my cock twitch and heat race through me. I grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer and a square foil packet, set the lube on the bed, and knelt between his knees. He leaned back on his elbows, his cock resting on his flat stomach and leaking at the tip. I tore the foil, rolled the condom on, and slicked my fingers with lube.
I wrapped one hand around him first, stroking long and firm until his hips moved into my grip, then pressed a finger lower and eased inside. He let out a sound that went straight through me, part relief and part hunger, and I continued to work slowly, watching his face until the tension broke and he settled into it.
“More,” he gasped, his chest lifting quickly.
I added a second finger, twisting just enough to make him curse, then set a rhythm that had his thighs opening wider, his hand braced on my arm like he needed to hold on. I gave him time, worked in a third, and when he groaned deep in his throat, I knew he was ready.
Coating my latex-covered shaft with lube, I pressed the head of my dick against him and met his stare.
I pushed in slowly, not breaking our eye contact, the stretch tight at first. His breath caught sharply once I was seated deep. We both stayed still, the weight of our connection heavy between us, until he dragged me closer with his legs. I pulled back slowly and pushed in again, testing, and he exhaled.
“Right there,” he said, his fingers digging into the sheets. “Do that again.”
I did. His head tipped back and exposed his throat, so I leaned down to run my tongue up the slope as he clutched me tighter. The bed creaked under us, the room full of our breathing and the soft slap of bodies. His cock slid between us, wet against my stomach, and I wrapped my hand around him, stroking in time with every drive into him. He jerked and swore, his whole body drawing tight, a tremor starting in his thighs.
“Cole, I’m close.”
“Me too.”
He squeezed down on my dick hard and spilled across his stomach, thick and hot, his body shuddering with every pulse. The clench of him pulled me over the edge a moment later. I tightened my hold on him and thrust deep, once, twice, and let go, the rush tearing through me in a sharp wave that left my muscles shaking.
I stayed inside him while the world settled, my forehead resting against his. He ran his palm slowly over my shoulder and down my spine, as his breathing evened out against my cheek. When I finally eased back, I kissed him softly, let him taste the sweat on my upper lip, then slipped out and tied the condom off. I tossed it in the trash and grabbed a towel from the chair.
“Give me that,” he said, reaching out. I handed it over, and he wiped us both, then tossed it toward the hamper and missed by a foot. He laughed once and didn’t go after it.
“Round two?” he murmured as his hand slid back to my cock with a lazier stroke. “You up for it?”
“You don’t want to walk tomorrow?” I teased.
“I’ve got nowhere to go, so no need to walk anywhere.”
I grinned and rolled him to his stomach with a gentle push to his hip. “Turn over. I want to see your ass.”
He shifted onto his knees and elbows, glanced back with a look that hit me low, then reached for the pillow and braced himself. I slicked my fingers again and worked them into him as I got ready to go again.
“Cole.” He pushed back against me.
“I hear you.”
I reached for another foil, tore it open, and rolled the condom on. I added more lube until my hand slid easily over my dick, then lined up and eased forward. His breath caught as I filled him again, his back bowing. I set my hands on his hips and pulled him back into me, taking longer strokes now, the angle different. He reached under and fisted himself with a rhythm that matched mine.
“Harder,” he got out. “Fuck me harder.”
I drove into him with more force, not losing the pace, just giving him more of what he asked for. Each thrust drew a raw noise out of him that spurred me on. He pressed back hard and met me every time. I bent forward and dragged my teeth lightly against the base of his neck, not to mark, only enough to make him jolt and clench around me in a way that nearly undid me.
“Right there,” he choked out. “Fuck. Right there.”
I held the angle and kept moving, my hips snapping with control that I knew wouldn’t last. My hand slid from his waist to wrap around the front of his throat for a secure brace without pressure. He groaned and tightened his asshole around me, the muscles in his back pulling tight under my palm. His fist worked fast, and he came with a curse, spilling across the sheets beneath him as his body shook. I followed right behind, thrusting deep and holding there while everything shot out of me in a ragged rush.
We collapsed forward together, him flat to the mattress and me on his back, both of us breathing hard. I eased out, tied off the second condom, and took care of the trash again. Grabbing the towel from earlier, I wiped him down and tossed it toward the hamper before dropping onto the bed beside him. He rolled onto his side and hooked a leg over mine, then laid his head on my shoulder like he had been doing it for years.
“Didn’t know I needed that as much as I did,” he whispered before his lips grazed my skin.
“Same.”
