He lifts my shirt, and I help him pull it over my head. His lids are heavy over his green eyes, lips parted. He traces every inch of me with that lust-glazed gaze. He’s seen me without a shirt—hell, he’s seen me naked—more times than I can count. But right now, the way he’s looking at me, it’s like he’s seeing me for the first time. My stomach drops as his face twisted with shame and fear when he admitted his feelings earlier comes rushing back. Maybe it’s the first time he’s really allowed himself to truly look.
“Wh-what do you want to do with me?” I ask, my voice unsteady.
His gaze snaps to mine—dark, dangerous. “Everything.” The rich word drips over me, and heat rushes down my spine. His green eyes soften, and a small smile tilts his lips. Just like that, every one of my fears eases. He’s got me.
“Not tonight, though. Tonight isn’t for hard and fast. It’s for slow.”
He places a palm on my abdomen, then slides it in a torturous glide up to my right pec. He flicks my nipple with his thumb, and my muscles snap tight. “I’m going to savor you, Easton Winters. Because I’ve wanted a taste of you for so fucking long.”
My eyes slam shut. Oh God. A wave of pleasure crashes over me and threatens to drag me under. His words. His fingers on my skin. The way he’s circling my nipple. I’m seconds from coming in my jeans. And Ireallydon’t want that to happen. Because now that we’ve started, I really want to experience sex with Maddox Barnes.
He steps back, and my eyes fly open. “Jeans and boxers off,” he orders.
I do as he says, and he rips his shirt over his head. His sweats follow in one quick movement, and I lock onto his bobbing cock. It’s long and lean, just like its owner. I’ve always known Maddy likes to go commando. I’ve never appreciated it until now.
He strokes himself once. Slow, leisurely. I let out a slow breath. That’s…that’s all for me.
“On my bed, East.”
I snap out of my trance and stumble backward. My thighs hit his mattress, and I hop onto it, then scramble up until I’m spread out, head on his pillow. A bottle of lube lands next to me, and I stare dumbly at it. I am very out of my element.
Then the bed dips, and I’m greeted with a sight that should be illegal. Maddy crawls up my body from the foot of the bed. Fucking prowls up me, the look in his eyes predatory. He’s a starved animal finally getting what it has waited so very patiently for. It’s terrifying. Exhilarating.
He presses a kiss to my thigh, to the juncture where my leg meets my hip. He pauses. Like he’s deliberating. Then something in him snaps, and he buries his nose in my groin and fucking inhales me. My cock jumps, my thighs clenching. But he passes over my dick and kisses up my stomach. His tongue dips out and traces the valley of my abs. My balls feel like they’re going to explode. I’m pretty sure the minute my dick gets touched I’m going to come.
It’s never been like this before. Another person’s touch has never been like liquid fire flowing over my skin. It’s never inspired visions ofmore. His tongue flicks my nipple, and images of him between my legs, doing exactly that over my dick, has me squirming beneath him. He’s up on all fours, though, so there’s barely any contact, definitely no contact on my dick. Which is a curse and a blessing.
“You can touch me too, you know,” he murmurs into my skin.
That’s when I realize I’m fisting the sheets at my sides in a death grip. “I’m not sure I can,” I grit out.
He buries his laugh in my neck, then pushes up on his hands and stares down at me. “Is this too much? Should we slow down?”
“It’s too much and not enough at the same time.”
His stare caresses my face. “Yeah, I get it.” He pushes my hair back from my forehead and drags his nails over my scalp.
My eyes sink shut, and I lean into the touch. God, I’ve always loved when he does that. Some nights I’d just lie with my head in his lap watching TV or baseball while he did that for hours. It was bliss. Something about feeling that familiar touch mixed with the unfamiliar new ones my body’s learning tonight, grounds me. Settles me. Brings me back. Back to Maddy.
“I have an idea,” he whispers. “For what I think makes sense for us tonight.”
I dip my chin in a slow nod. “Show me.”
He shifts down, knees spread around my hips, and grabs the lube. And fuck. What a sight he is. It’s not even that it’s sexy—which my body definitely thinks it is—but he’s so damn beautiful. He’s all lean, hard muscle. I’ve always teased him about the definition of his abs, you can see all eight of them, plus the hard ridges that wrap around his torso. Lean and lithe, whereas I’m more brawn and bulk. My muscles have been built on me; Maddy’s are a part of him, seamless.
His thighs flex as he shifts, and a vision of him extending to make a catch hits me, plays in my mind like a movie. Toe on the bag, nearly in a split, arm stretched as far as his body would allow. He made the out. It had been an incredible play. An incredible display of athleticism. Sinew and strength and flexibility.
The click of the lube cap snaps me back.
My gaze homes in on his cock. It’s an angry purple, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. He slicks a lubed hand over it, and I watch in fascination as the mushroom tip disappears and reappears with each slow pull. I think I’d like to watch him jerk off sometime.
“What are you thinking over there?” he asks huskily. “The way you’re looking at me—” His fist tightens for a beat, then relaxes again.
I swallow thickly. “I, uh…I was thinking I’d like to watch you get off sometime.”
His lips part, and his hips buck into his hand. “Yeah,” he says, his voice strained. “That should definitely happen.” He squirts more lube into his hand and drops to his other one, his face hovering above mine. “Ready?” he whispers.
I fall into those green irises, knowing he’s going to catch me. “Yes.”
