I moan, my lips parting as I close the couple inches between us. My fingers nervously touch his stomach and then around his back. His skin is soft, his body soft too.
Kendrick’s tongue explores my mouth, making me shiver. Like my body is hot, but the air around me is cold, and I can’t stop the little full-body shakes as they move through me.
The next shiver is a little more pronounced, and I feel two distinct things—my hard cock and Kendrick’s hard cock pressed right alongside mine. Realizing it has me groaning louder as I try not to begin grinding on him like a damn animal.
“Would you like to go to my bed?” he asks into my mouth between kisses.
I nod. “Yes.”
His hands move to my waist as he walks me backward until my legs hit the mattress. I drop and scramble up the bed. He follows, and holy hell, I might combust with the way he’s looking at me. The bed is soft when I lie back. My body feels like it’s humming when he hovers over me.
Kendrick is searching my eyes. Having second thoughts? Does he want me to leave?
His hand presses against my chest, and I take a deep breath. “What do you want to happen?” Kendrick asks.
“Touch me,” I whisper, voice shaking. I don’t dare reach for him, but I want to. Instead, I grip the bedding tightly.
He comes down on me, his mouth once more covering mine. Kendrick wastes no time in fulfilling my request. His hand, slow but sure, touches my side and slides to my stomach, over to my hip. My muscles dance under him.
His body shifts over mine, and he slides to my side, keeping one of his legs between mine. A whine slips from my mouth when the pressure of his body is removed from my dick. God, when did I get so hard?
I jerk when his hand slides gently over my aching cock, bucking my hips into his touch. Encouraging him to keep touching me. More firmly. He rubs me through my trunks, dropping his hand to grip my balls.
Oh god, I’m going to come just like this. Right now. I can’t remember the last time I got off. I don’t even remember the last time Iwantedto get off.
Overcome with all the endorphins, I let go of the blanket and reach for Kendrick to kiss him harder. Spread my legs a little wider. Maybe I bring my leg up so I rub his hard cock with my thigh, making him groan into my mouth.
To hell with food. This is all the sustenance I need tonight.
CHAPTER 20
KENDRICK
Ifeel like a live wire is wrapped around us, sending the occasional jolt of lust sparking through my body. Only now that my orgasm is far too close, far too soon, am I aware that I’ve not touched another living person inyears. So many years, I’m not exactly sure how long it’s been.
I feel that if I come too soon, I’m going to be proving the stereotype of older men. That’s not the case. Well, I suppose I don’t know that for certain. Since I haven’t had a partner in ages, I don’t know the truth about my stamina and shit.
Now seems like a hell of a time to figure it out, though.
Brevan breaks his mouth from mine, and I stare as he throws his head back. A sexy moan fills the room, coaxing my orgasm even closer. All this, and there’s no skin-on-skin touching of our dicks. I touch his cock through his trunks, and fuck, he feels amazing.
What really speaks to how long I’ve gone without a partner is how close I am, and the only stimulation on my body I have is the way he rubs his thigh against my hard dick.
I want more. I know he’s into it. I can see that so clearly. But am I pushing the line?
“Brevan,” I murmur. His eyes flutter open, and I’m staring into beautiful, lust-filled green eyes. “Trunks off?” I ask.
I’m convinced that I’ve never seen a sexier person in my entire life. He nods wildly, and together we struggle to get out of our damp swim trunks and toss them aside. But now that we’re naked, I identify another issue.
I’m not at all prepared to take a partner. This was the very last thing I imagined would happen on this trip, so I sure as hell don’t have condoms, never mind lube. I close my eyes and press my mouth onto his.
Brevan encourages me to get between his legs and line our cocks up. I comply. The minute our dicks are pressed together between us, a surge of hot arousal spikes through me, and I have to hold my breath and bite my tongue to keep from spilling now.
“I don’t have any supplies,” I admit when I get myself under control.
“I don’t either,” he says. “It wasn’t on the packing list.”
I laugh as I move my hips against his. God, he feels so damn good. Dropping my face into his neck, I rut against him, meeting every roll of his hips with one of mine. We’re a chorus of grunts and moans.
