“Lucky for you, we have all the time we need.” His sure fingers popped open the tab of my jeans and pulled down the zipper. The release of pressure on my engorged dick radiated an almost agonizing pulse of desire from the soles of my feet up through my chest.
“Oh, God.” I stifled a moan, hoping I wouldn’t fall apart and embarrass myself.
He wriggled out of my grasp, sank to his knees before me, and took me between his plump lips, sucking me down to the root. His warm breath hit my belly, and my balls drew up tight. I clenched my fingers in his hair.
“No. Please. I need inside you.”
Continuing his torture, he kept up the suction, stopping only to run the flat pad of his tongue against the leaking head of my dick.
“Press, stop. God.” I squeezed myself at the root, staving off the climax threatening to rip through me.
“Come on, then.”
This time he was the one to grab me by the hand and lead me to the darkened bedroom. He ran his hands over my shoulders to the nape of my neck and pulled me to him. Our mouths met, and I groaned when he slid his velvety tongue inside to lick mine.
Nothing was sexier than the rasp of his beard against my cheek, his tang of earthy sweat in my nose, and the strong curve of his muscled thigh against mine. Press yanked my jeans and briefs down, and after I stepped out of my sneakers, I stripped off all my clothes. I touched his face.
“Be mine.”
He blinked. “I never stopped. I was hoping you’d figure it out.”
“I’m learning.”
Again, I untied the cord of his sweats, but this time he made no move to pick them up from around his ankles. My fingers teased at the waistband of his briefs, and I gazed down at his dick bulging out from the damp black cotton. I wanted to give him everything, show him he was part of me. The best part. I ran my hands down his strong thighs as I lowered to my knees and pulled down his underwear. His beautiful cock thrust out in front of him, and I took him into my mouth.
His fingers twisted in my hair to hold me steady as I sucked him strongly, moving up and down the satiny skin of his rigid length. Precome beaded at the slit of his crown, and I couldn’t control a moan of pleasure when I swiped my tongue over it, drinking him in. His taste and scent flooded through me, and I broke out in a sweat, the intensity of my desire setting my blood on fire. My dick throbbed, the ache of pleasure rising through me to be inside him. I raked my teeth lightly over his length, ran my tongue up and down his hard shaft, then took him down my throat.
“Ahhh, Nate,” Press rocked into my mouth, holding my head steady. “Need you so much.Naaaate,” he sighed and snapped his hips.
My eyes watered as he slammed into me and came, shooting his hot cream down my throat. I swallowed the rush of sweet-bitter seed, smoothing my hand over the curve of his ass. The flex and bunch of tight muscles played beneath my fingers.
Sitting back on my heels, I let him slip out of my mouth and licked my lips. I palmed my cock, wincing from even that slight touch to my overly sensitive skin, and watched him remove the rest of his clothes with avid eyes.
“Press?” I held out my hand.
His dreamy eyes and lazy smile were all the encouragement I needed, and I laced our fingers together to pull him with me. Moonlight spilled over the bed, a silky patch of gleaming silver illuminating Presley’s naked body inside its circle. I lay next to him and took him in my arms. Hot skin against even hotter, he slid a muscled calf over my legs and took my cock in his hand. His firm grasp slid down, and he cupped my balls and rolled them while his fingers kept busy, teasing along my taint.
“Press. Let me make love to you?”
I pressed my lips to his, and he opened his mouth, sucking my tongue with an almost drunken abandon. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and slanted his mouth over mine. I closed my eyes, tipping over into the abyss. Never had I wanted to give of myself more than I did at the moment. I nudged my knee between his thighs, and he spread himself open. I rolled my hips, my cock brushing against his thigh, the wiry hair of his groin tickling my skin. Press gasped and dug his hands into my biceps. My eyes flew open, and our gazes locked.
“I want you.”
I panted. “Thank God. It would be awkward if you didn’t, considering we’re naked and in your bed.”
He didn’t smile as I expected. “But I want to know you trust me and won’t be throwing the past in my face if we have an issue or an argument. You weren’t an altar boy, Nate. Did you go out with anyone since we broke up?”
This wasn’t the sweet, yielding Presley I’d met several months ago. I digested his words, and I remembered Frisco’s sneering accusation.
“Take a look at yourself in the mirror, big shot. You’re no virgin, and you’ve been with plenty of men. Do you check their marital status before they get on their knees?”
Having discovered Presley’s devastating loss, coupled with his youth and the fact that Jared was the first man he let inside him, I let go of my anger and pain. If my mother could forgive my father, I could give Presley my whole heart.
“No. But I thought about it. After I broke it off with Carson, I slept with anyone who said yes. Maybe it was the pain of losing my father and finding out about his infidelity, or simply to stop the loneliness and shut up the voices in my head. Or maybe it was the freedom of finally knowing my father could never pass judgment on me again. But when I think about my behavior, I’m not proud. And maybe I even broke my own rules because I never bothered to check if any of those men might’ve been married.”
“So where does that leave us?” The light shifted, sending him into semidarkness. “Can we move forward and learn to trust each other? If we argue, are you going to leave me and screw the first guy you run into, then have regrets?”
“Is that what you’re thinking?”
