“Perfect. I knew you would be.” Without breaking eye contact, Win licked a long finger until it glistened wetly, then slid it inside him, knuckle deep. “Hot, soft, and tight.”
Elliot moaned and rocked his pelvis to drive Win deeper. “Jesus, come on.”
“Getting you ready for me.”
“I’m ready.” To prove his point, he grabbed hold of Win’s arm. “Now.”
A low laugh greeted him, but Win listened and withdrew, moving swiftly and sinuously across the bed to grab the lube and condom he’d left out earlier. As he was with everything, Win’s sure, nimble fingers rolled on the rubber and coated his shaft.
“I told you, I’ve been ready for you for a while now.” Win said, brushing his cheek gently with his knuckles, and Elliot’s heart lurched. Win’s fingers traced his lips next, and Elliot sighed, which drew a smile from Win. “But I’m in no mood to rush this, are you?”
Too many men had shared his bed with the sex being fast, fun, and furious, leaving his body sore but his heart hollow and aching for more. And even though it wasn’t anything other than friendship between them, Elliot wanted this first time together to be special, if not for Win, then for himself.
“N-no. I’m not.”
Win said nothing, just held Elliot’s hip as he eased inside him, kissing away his gasp from the initial stretch and burn. Elliot began an almost frantic rocking movement with his pelvis, but Win shook his head and closed the distance between them to murmur against his lips, “Slow. Easy. Like this.”
He slid his length out of Elliot to the tip, then again pushed deep, giving him time to appreciate the fullness. They moved together, Elliot learning their rhythm and timing, his pull to Win’s push. The drag of Win’s thick cock sparked long-dormant nerve endings to life, and Elliot writhed beneath him, unable to hold still, hunger clawing at his insides to give himself, body and soul, to this man. Sweet, lingering kisses turned deep and hard, Win’s tongue sliding velvety smooth alongside his own.
Tense to the point of blowing apart, Elliot locked his legs around Win’s waist and flung an arm around the muscles of those broad shoulders. Sweat glistened on Win’s furrowed brow, and he panted.
“Fucking hell, Elliot.”
Those growling words triggered an explosion inside him, and Elliot keened loudly as the first wave of his orgasm slammed into him, his cock jerking in his hand.
“Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop.”
“Not gonna happen.” Win rolled his hips, then moved Elliot’s legs farther up, the motion sending him deeper. “You like this?”
But Elliot couldn’t respond, caught in that golden moment where everything ceased to exist except that one spot of pleasure. It burst through him, and all he could do was hold on to Win as his movements turned erratic. A long, deep groan no one could ever mistake as anything other than satisfaction spilled from Win’s lips as he pulsed hard and long into the condom. The sound of his heavy breathing filled the air, and he collapsed on top of Elliot, burying his face in the crook of his neck.
Elliot put his arms around Win’s sweaty back and hugged him tight, as if they could get any closer, lying chest to chest, hearts pounding in tandem, Win still half-hard inside him.
“You still with me?” Win’s cheek lifted in a smile, and Elliot hummed his satisfaction, unable to do anything more strenuous.
“Barely.”
Win kissed his shoulder, then slowly pulled out, much to Elliot’s dismay, but he stayed away no longer than to dispose of the condom in the bathroom. At his approach, Elliot eyed his lean, toned physique—the cut abs, the taut, muscled ass, the V. He almost laughed, thinking of Spencer’s list and how perfectly Win ticked all those boxes. They might not make his must-have list, but damn, it didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the sight. That gorgeous happy trail alone would bring him joy for hours.
“Dude, you’re looking at me like you’re ready for round two, and I need a moment.”
Hot with embarrassment, Elliot fell onto the pillows, turning his face away. “Just admiring the view. Can’t blame me for that.”
The mattress dipped, and Win rolled on top of him, covering him with those long limbs. “Whoa, I’m not complaining. Hell, no. Anything but.” He kissed Elliot and pulled the covers over them. “I want to make sure my tank is filled for the ride I plan to take you on later.”
Snuggled under Win, Elliot closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath and hold on to his heart, trying to keep from falling in love.
