“Please, Bren. Please.”
“Yes.” The husky rasp traveled straight to my balls. “Everything. God, do it.” Our clothes went flying, and he grabbed my hand. “This way.”
In my fevered mind I remembered his injuries and held him, letting his body weight lean on me. Around a half ledge, his bed sat tucked into a nook, and we tumbled down together, legs and arms tangled. Our full, leaking cocks rubbed together, and though it felt fucking amazing, it wasn’t enough.
Not anymore.
As if reading my mind, Brenner propped himself on an elbow, and I brushed the burnished dark hair tumbling over his brow.
“I want you. All of you.” I leaned in to press a kiss to his red, swollen lips, their softness fast becoming an addiction.
“Me too.” Red-faced, he ducked his head, then peered up at me through those thick lashes. When the hell had he gone from annoying to adorable? “I’m still so confused how all this happened and why.”
“I’m not sure we’ll ever know definitively why we’re attracted to whom we are. And does it matter? I never imagined wanting to be with a guy, but all I know is that if I see you, I have to touch you. Kiss you.” I mapped the hard dips of his muscles with my fingertips, feeling the rough, wiry hair of his chest and thighs. All new and so damn tempting. “So how could that be bad?”
“It isn’t. And I don’t want you to stop.” The honesty of his words stunned me. “I-I want you inside me. I fucking ache for you, and I don’t know what the hell it means because you’re a man, but I can’t find one damn reason it should matter.” His fingers skimmed my face. “You being here with me makes everything right.”
The buzzer rang and Brenner’s eyes grew wide, then crinkled shut with laughter. “My food delivery. That’s who I thought you were and why I allowed you up.” He hesitated, then leaned in for a kiss. “Be right back.”
Was I going to lose my nerve? I could make a joke about it and leave, but when he returned from putting the milk in the refrigerator, all I wanted was to kiss him again.
So I did.
We broke apart—I was breathless and shaking yet never more certain that this was so damn right. I hadn’t a clue how to get started, but we could figure out the mechanics together. “Do you have lube? I guess I need to prep you…you know.” My gaze flicked to his ass.
Those big blue eyes fired with unmistakable lust. “Yeah. Do that. It’s in the drawer next to the bed.”
I crawled to where he pointed and took it out, plus a couple of condoms. I figured it would be no different than rubbing one out, so I coated my fingers and pointed to the bed.
“Lie down and open wide.”
“The last person who said that to me was my dentist, and he gave me a root canal.”
“I’m gonna drill you a different way.” I ran one finger along the shadowy cleft, and Brenner’s eyes clashed with mine. I went to two, liking the sound of his sharp, indrawn hiss and how he instinctively opened up to me.
“I hope your technique is better than your jokes…ahhh,” he cried out as I slipped one finger past the rim of his tight hole. “Warn a guy first.”
“Going in,” I murmured and pushed in farther, fascinated and turned-on by the hot clasp of his muscle squeezing me. “Whoa, you should feel this.” I moved it in and out, watching Brenner twist under my busy fingers.
“I do,” Brenner panted. “Please. Another finger.”
I couldn’t imagine how it would fit, but I managed, and Brenner moaned and worked himself on my hand. “Damn,” I whispered to myself, watching his face, and without even realizing it, I was stroking my dick as I finger-fucked Brenner. It was the hottest thing I’d ever done or seen. Brenner wrapped his hand around his shaft, and his mouth fell open.
“West, please. Fuck me. Oh, God.”
I pulled out my fingers, my dick leaking everywhere, and with shaky hands, opened the packet and rolled the condom on. I poured on some lube, then added even more. My control teetered on the edge of something irrevocable, and instinct took control. I pushed his legs up to his shoulders, gritted my teeth, and nudged the head of my cock in past the rim.
“Oh shit, that hurts.”
Despite the urge to go deep, I stopped. “I’ll slow down.” Little by little I slid in, stopping every few seconds. “Are you okay?” I placed a kiss on his lips.
“Yeah. It hurts but feels good at the same time. God,” he groaned as I slipped another inch farther. “So fucking good. All the way.”
I sank in fully, and a deep flush covered Brenner’s face. “So good. You’re pulling me apart…how can I still be together…? Ifucking need it, West.” His eyes widened as I pushed and met resistance. “Oh, fuck. Fuck me. Do that again. Please.”
Damn, hearing him tell me how I made him feel was the biggest turn-on. I normally didn’t like sex talk, but listening to Brenner got my blood going. I thrust, gently at first, but when he began to claw my back and his head thrashed side to side, I moved faster.
“I don’t want to hurt your ribs.” I braced on my hands and held off from grinding into him like I wanted to. My dick was wrapped in a silken fist of fire, and seeing Brenner lose control under me brought out a wild, primitive side I’d never known existed. I wanted to take him and fuck him until he passed out.
