“Gabe.” His name left my lips in a growl of need. I didn’t have to tell him; he knew.
He yanked my pants to my knees and sucked my cock deep into his mouth. It was nirvana, pure and simple, the way Gabe fucked my dick with his mouth. Foreplay had been nonexistent the first time we were together and I hadn’t expected that to change, but I sure as fuck wasn’t complaining. Gabe nearly brought me to the brink of climax before he pulled off and rose to his feet so fast that he left me teetering. He grinned as he reached over and he grabbed my arms to steady me.
“Jackass,” I mumbled beneath my breath.
“What? You want me to fuck your ass?” he asked.
“Actually, yes.” I toed out of my running shoes then removed the rest of my clothes, including my socks. Sex and socks didn’t go. “Your turn,” I said, stepping around him on my way to the bed.
I had just put one knee on his bed to climb on when I felt his heated, bare skin against mine. His hands roamed all over my chest as he nibbled the side of my neck. I loved the way his strong, hard body was bracketed against mine. Leaning on someone wasn’t something that I did and I didn’t want to become used to it, not even in the bedroom with him so I pulled out of his arms and crawled onto the bed. I got on my hands and knees and waited to feel him crawl up behind me, but instead he wrapped his hands around my ankles and pulled so that I fell onto my stomach.
“I don’t think so,” Gabe said roughly, as he rolled me over onto my back. Only then did he climb onto the bed and on top of me. “You came here because this was what you wanted so there’ll be no hiding. I want your eyes on me.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but he silenced me with a searing kiss that made my toes curl. Damn, but the man could kiss like no one’s business and the fight left me as quickly as it flared up. I wrapped my arms around him and savored the feel of him against me.
I spread my legs in invitation and Gabe eagerly moved between them. He took both of our cocks in his hand and began stroking them together. He already had me close to coming once and I knew if he kept it up I would spill all over his hand. I pulled back from our kiss and looked up at him. “Fuck. Me. Now.”
Gabe broke away from my embrace to get a condom and lubricant from his bedside table. He returned to me quickly and began prepping me immediately. I loved the slight sting caused by the penetration of his fingers. My eyes started to close as I relished the push and drag of his fingers over my nerve-laden opening. Gabe’s fingers pushed against my prostate and I jerked my eyes open to look at him.
The smile Gabe wore told me he knew exactly which button he was pushing and just how much I enjoyed it. Like with our personalities, we seemed to be at an opposite end of a spectrum. He seemed to want to take his time stretching me open and I wanted him to hurry up and fuck me. I could tell he enjoyed the way my body shook every time he lingered on my prostate. Well, two could play his sexy games. I spread my legs even further apart then reached down and began stroking my cock. It was my turn to smile wickedly when he growled hungrily.
“Quit toying around and fuck me,” I demanded.
I could see the internal conflict in his eyes. He wanted to give in and fuck me, as I imagined his body was demanding, but he didn’t want to give in tome. Making me wait was part of his plan to punish me for doing the same to him. Or, maybe he thought it would be the last time for us to be together and he wanted to make it last. I felt a sharp pang in my heart at the thought, but refused to examine the reasons.
I could see the moment that I won; lust overrode any other plan he had for me that night. He pulled his hands off my ass then made quick work of rolling the condom on his erection before I felt him pushing against my entrance. He pushed inside me with one, long stroke until he was buried to the hilt.
Gabe rested his forehead against mine as he waited for my body to adjust to his penetration. “You feel so fucking good; like you were made for me.” His breath ghosted across my lips and I tried not to be moved by his words. It was the sex talking; it always was.
I raised my mouth for a kiss because he couldn’t talk if he was kissing me. He couldn’t tell me meaningless words that my heart would choose to cling to; the stupid organ didn’t know anything except a yearning to be loved and accepted. Gabe held my face between his large hands and kissed me; soft, slow, and long. I couldn’t name the emotion I saw in his eyes when he pulled back and looked down at me. I just knew it was nothing I expected when I knocked on his door.
I grabbed two handfuls of Gabe’s ass and urged him to move inside me, to finish what we started. I wanted to be fucked, but Gabe didn’t seem to get the message. When he finally began to move, it was slow and deep like he was savoring every second he was inside my body. That wasn’t what I came to his house for, yet, my body began to come alive in ways it never had before then.
I kept my gaze locked with his while our breathing synchronized as he rocked his body in and out of me. I felt him in every pore, every muscle, and every molecule as he gave me what I didn’t know I needed. I resisted it; I tried to spur him on by digging my heels into his thighs and raising my hips up to meet his thrusts.
Gabe just kept the same steady pace that threatened to unravel my tightly coiled sanity. “This isn’t what I came here for,” I told him. I was desperate to hold onto the defenses I built up to protect myself while he seemed hell bent on tearing them down.
“I know.” He swept his thumbs over my cheeks tenderly and I had to turn my head and look away from him. Gabe turned my face until I was looking at him again. “No hiding,” he reminded me. “You win, Josh. This time,” he amended, right before he pulled back slow once more and then slammed inside me.
Gabe aimed his cock at my prostate with each hard thrust inside me, giving me the fucking I needed. The only thing I could do was hold on for dear life as waves of pleasure rolled over me and threatened to drown me. My nails dug into his back and I gasped into the mouth that captured mine in a devastating kiss. I knew I’d feel the way his mouth felt against mine long after the tremors of ecstasy left my body.
I felt my balls tighten and retract as my body shook from the strong orgasm building inside me like a fierce thunderstorm. Gabe was close too. We might’ve only been together once before, but I recognized the way his body tightened and the sexy growls that emanated from deep inside his chest.
I reached between our bodies and began stroking my cock furiously. It didn’t take but a few pulls before my body stiffened and I shot all over my stomach and chest. Gabe captured my cries of pleasure with his mouth then pulled back. I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me as he fucked me mercilessly. The raw emotion I saw in his eyes looked suspiciously like tenderness. I wanted to look away from him but I was ensnared by his dark gaze.
His powerful body glistened with sweat and the sound of his body slapping against mine echoed throughout his room. Gabe buried his head between my neck and shoulder, holding me as tightly as he could while his orgasm ripped through him. I reveled in his shouts of pleasure that were muffled by my skin, the jerky way his body moved as he spilled himself in the condom, and the boneless way he melted against me when he had nothing left to give.
We held each other for a long time as we caught our breath. His weight made it harder for me, but I wouldn’t have changed it for the world. Eventually he rose and gingerly pulled out of me. I lay there sprawled on his bed while he went into the bathroom to discard the condom. When he returned, he brought a warm washcloth with him and attempted to wipe me clean. Of all the things we shared, that seemed too intimate for me to handle, so I took it from him and finished cleanup duty.
When I was finished, I started to rise from the bed so I could get dressed and do the run of shame back home. Gabe had other ideas. He took the washcloth from me and tossed it on the bedside table and then jerked the covers out from beneath my body before he slid in next to me. I wanted to protest, I honestly did, but that orgasm did a number on me. Running home after a short nap sounded more appealing right then.
“I didn’t come here for this either,” I said sleepily.
“Shut up,” he groused. “Just rest a bit. I’ll wake you up.”
The next thing I knew, Gabe was standing beside the bed fully dressed in one of his detective suits extending a cup of coffee towards me. I lay there staring up at him in confusion until I realized that I saw sunlight creeping through his fucking curtains.
“Fuck!” I threw back the blankets and nearly knocked the coffee out of his hand. Gabe wisely backed away from the bed as I made a mad dash for my clothes that were strewn all over his floor. “I thought you were going to wake me up,” I said accusingly.
