“That would be great.” I kissed Beck’s cheek, lingering. “Thanks for being so understanding.” I plopped onto the couch, punching the smell of new furniture out of thecushions. The sweet zing of heat lingered on my lips as I looked up at Beck.
His fingertips touched the spot I’d kissed, his gaze turning heated.
He didn’t utter a word, only stalked to me like prey, pushing me down on the couch to capture my lips. His body on mine was the perfect weight, holding me immobile as our tongues reacquainted. The hard-on in his pants was poking my thigh, and I ground myself on it, needing Beck to feel I was right there with him.
Beck pulled away, his eyes roaming my face.
I nodded, at a loss for words but understanding the question nonetheless. His lips found my jawline, then my neck, sending shivers through me. I moaned, luxuriating in every touch and kiss I’d dreamed of since I’d met him.
Beck’s large hands, stronger and rougher than any of my lovers, drifted up my T-shirt to pull it off. I let him, aware I was ready to beg him for much more. He sucked on my nipple, and I yelped, thrusting my hand into his hair to keep him there.
“Oh fuck, Beck.” I lifted my hips for him to work my jeans and boxers down my legs before he took off my shoes and socks.
He sat back, his hands caressing my thighs, making the hair there rise. Superman’s x-ray vision would be useless as he’d already undressed me, but his gaze might be laser as it heated every piece of my body it landed on.
I grabbed the edge of the couch behind my head, flexing my hard-earned abs, urging him to touch me.
He did, his hands gliding up my thighs and my sides to my nipples. He paused, his breathing quickening.
“You okay, Beck?” I asked, fearing he might change his mind.
“I thought it might be a fleeting urge, a fantasy… but fuck, Cay, I really fucking want you.”
Oh, thank fuck.
I bent my legs and spread my thighs, letting him into the vee of my legs. “Then take me.”
“Five things to do before a date if you’re gay” guide had been among my research. So this morning, I’d used the douche set I’d bought to check it out. I’d figured that experimenting with it before meeting Beck had been as good a time as any. If I could, I’d pat my past self on the back right about now.
“We need lube. Condoms.” Beck looked around the bare apartment.
“Check the takeout bag.”
Beck jumped off me and skipped to the kitchen. A loud mock gasp let me know he’d found what I’d snatched from my other home when I’d gotten the cans of soda: a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube.
He brought the entire fucking bag with him, like it was the new fall collection, and dropped it on the floor next to the couch.
Chapter Eleven
Beck
Holy fuck.
Cay was spread out before me like a fantasy, and I could barely believe we were here.
All the articles I’d read, the research I’d done, trickled out of my mind when faced with his stripped-down body on full display. The defined muscles of his pecs and thighs made my mouth water, and his broad chest, those spit-slicked nipples, were hotter than I could’ve imagined. The earnest expression on his face and a few strands of his dark hair drifting over his forehead had my heart thumping harder. His thick cock jutted out, the reddened tip glossy with precum, his balls heavy beneath it. He sat with his back to the couch cushions, his legs spread, the furled skin of his hole exposed, and goddamn.
Everything about this man turned me on.
I’d been curious, for sure, but part of me had thought when we’d reached this point, I might balk or realize this was just a fleeting fascination. However, nope, nope, nope. Heat broiled through me, and I stripped out of my shirt, ditching the pants next. Cay’s pupils were blown with lust, his mouth slightly open as he watched me place my clothes on the side of the couch.
Seeing him like this, the initial thoughts I’d had of lubing up my finger first evacuated my mind. I licked my lips as I settled between his legs, the air thickening between us.
“Can I try something?” I asked, my heart thumping hard.
Cay nodded, his arms splayed overhead as he watched me intently. “Explore away.” The return of his gorgeous grin was all the encouragement I needed. The urge to wrap my hands around his wrists surged to the forefront, maybe something about how he’d responded in the past, and my cock grew even stiffer at the thought. Curiouser and curiouser.
His thick thighs were spread, his cock so erect I wanted to lick it, but I wrapped my hands around his legs and descended lower. I grabbed his cheeks in both hands, firm enough to make me groan, and lifted his hips slightly off the couch cushion.
