His mouth takes mine, his beard gently scratching my lips and skin, and heightening the emotions filling me to the brim. His touch is like fireworks on a New Year’s night in London. Loud, breathtaking, and all-consuming…
That’s what Haden’s kisses do to me.
This time, he doesn’t ask permission to dive in. Instead, his tongue pierces my lips as if he can’t wait to taste me again.
I moan as if I’m made of lust.
He explores my mouth, his touch burning every part it grazes until we’re both panting. It’s not enough.
I want more, so I use my tongue to chase his, demanding more and more. Nothing has ever felt so good, so right.
His hands begin their own exploration, moving from around my waist to my side, then moving back and forward to find a way under my T-shirt.
By the time he finds his way in, I’m ready to pull my top off.
I make him pay for teasing me, in my own way, when I let my hands slide down his neck, shoulders, chest… caressing every dent his muscles create. Just brief touches to tease and excite… until they’re resting on his waist.
I slide my hand across his middle, letting my fingers play with his oblique muscles, and the trails of hair that if followed will bring me to a very hard part of him. Instead, I go up and up, until I finally know how soft the hair on his chest is… velvety, exciting, and a reminder of the closeness we share. I don’t waste any time playing with it… threading my fingers through it, pulling it a bitto incite a groan from Haden. I enjoy the warm skin below, until he’s softly growling in pleasure and pressing me against him even closer.
Haden’s hands let go of my shirt, and in a quick movement are under my arse. Then in the next second, my feet are no longer on the floor and my body is flying upwards.
Instinctively, I wrap my legs around Haden’s hips, and with that movement our cocks nestle against each other. I moan and shiver when Haden’s breath washes over me.
I circle my arms around his neck, loving how close our faces are. I lick my lips, and Haden, as quick as a hawk, takes my mouth, and with it my breath.
Our tongues duel for dominance, a give-and-take game that I love very much, and I don’t want to win. I love when Haden takes charge and stirs feelings long forgotten. When I can’t remember how to get air inside my lungs, Haden pulls away.
His ragged and hot breath caresses my skin, and makes me want more and more. Makes me want to be the recipient of everything he can give.
“You feel and taste so damn good, my boy.”
That three letter word coming from him nearly makes me come. I’ve never been anyone’s boy, but damn if I don’t want to be his everything.
I hated it when those men at the bar patted my head calling me a good boy. I’d have vomited the instant those words fell on my ears.
But Haden calling me “my boy” makes me feel special, like he wants to protect me, like he wants me for himself.
He takes my mouth in another insatiable kiss, and only when my arse lands on a hard surface does my brain register we’ve moved.
The counter is cold underneath me, but the heat coming from Haden makes me forget about it. Especially when he takes my mouth in another scorching kiss that has the power to make me forget my own name, my own existence before him.
By the time we separate I’m breathing as if I just ran a hundred metres in three seconds, but my body has never been more aroused.
I let out a sound of displeasure when Haden pulls away, but it dies pretty soon when his hand lands on my arse and he pulls me to the edge of the counter.
Our cocks brush against each other, and ignite a need to be naked right this second. The thought flies away when he pulls me a little closer still, and murmurs something against my lips.
“You’re not going anywhere until I’ve had my fill of you.”
“Staying sounds perfect.” So much truth behind those simple words. I want to stay, I want a shot at happiness. This happiness between us. My brain shuts down when those words earn me another all-consuming kiss.
His hand reaches for the hem of my T-shirt again, and with measured movements he pulls it up and over my head. He stops for a second, making me think that he’ll leave it there to limit my movements.
The sound of displeasure at not being able to touch him dies on my lips because Haden slides the T-shirt down my arms until it’s free, and then discards it on the floor, more interested in what getting rid of it has uncovered.
I wrap my arms around his neck as soon as they’re free, and caress the column of his neck, enjoying the tickling sensation of his hair against my palm. My touch makes him shiver and come out from whatever spell he’s under.
Haden blinks a couple of times, and then his eyes roam between my face and my chest as if undecided about which part of me he wants to taste first.
