“Yes, I like this,” I grit out. He has my dick so hard in my jeans that I think I’ll bust.
“Then why are you fighting it so bad? You know I want it,” he muses, pressing his face closer to mine, his breath fanning across my lips. Just when I think he’s going to kiss me, he takes a step back, breaking the connection. “I won’t force you. This decision has to be yours.”I know he’ll wait for me to make the first move. Can I do that?
He runs his teeth across his bottom lip, and my control snaps. I take one step forward to press my body back against his and slant my mouth over his. He instantly sinks his tongue into my mouth and walks us backward until my back hits the door again. He hooks his hand around my neck, holding me closer, and I slide my hands around his back because I need to touch him.
He kisses me harder, and a half groan, a half moan escapes my mouth before I can stop it. It’s like an electric shock to my system when my lips met his. My heart is hammering so hard I think it’ll pound out of my chest, and I can feel his beating in time with mine the way he is pressed against me.
Gage breaks the kiss, and my immediate reaction is to jerk him back. He kisses my lips once. “I got you, Pretty boy,” he says before jerking my shirt over my head and then doing the same with his. He steps back in so his skin is on mine, and it’s so much different from being pressed against Alessa. Instead of the softness of her breastspressed against me, it’s all hard planes from his pecs. And I can’t get enough. “You want more?” he asks, moving his hips again. “Or do you want to stop here?”
“Fuck,” I rasp when he grinds his cock into mine; I respond, pushing my hips into him.
“Goddamn,” Gage breathes, placing his hands on either side of my head on the door, looking down to where our dicks are rubbing together. “Take what you want,” he encourages.
Right now, I want Gage.
I swallow and slide my hand between us, sliding it over his cock, massaging him through his jeans.
His eyes snap to mine; they are the darkest blue I’ve ever seen. “You want my cock, Pretty boy?” He pushes into my hand. “Because I want yours.”
He reaches between us, undoing my jeans. He pulls them down enough for my throbbing cock to spring free and then wraps a hand around it.
“Shit,” I choke out. His hold is tighter than Alessa’s and rougher. His hand isn’t soft like hers; it’s calloused from working with his hands. I push my hips forward, fucking his fist, seeking more. I undo his jeans and shove them roughly down so I can feel him in my hand. I stroke him just like he’s stroking me, staring him right in the eye.
There is no turning back now; I’m addicted. There is no doubt in my mind if I want Gage anymore, I will take whatever he’s willing to give me.
“Fuck Leo,” he groans. He swings us back around before stumbling to the bed with our pants still around our ankles.
We fall onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, his lips crashing down on mine. We rid ourselves of the rest of our clothes, and he slides his naked body against mine.
He straddles my waist, so his cock is directly on top of mine and starts moving his hips like he’s fucking me.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, breaking the kiss, my head dropping back onto the mattress. My eyes find his again, and he’s focusedintently on my face.
“You feel this?” he asks, grinding his hips forward, and then groans, “because I do.”
I know what he’s talking about. He feels the absolute pleasure of our cocks rubbing together, jerking against each other.
He sits back on his heels, wrapping both hands around our cocks and pushing them together. He’s still moving his hips, and I feel so close to coming that it isn’t funny.
“Gage,” I groan, my hips moving with his.
His grip tightens, and he starts moving his hands in time with his thrusts. We start moving faster, and I know he’s close too. Our breath is sawing out of our lungs. I look down to where we are rubbing together but get drawn back to his eyes.
“You feel that?” he asks again, and I know he’s no longer talking about the physical part; he’s talking about the pull to stare each other in the eyes and not look away. I feel my release blazing up my spine with no hope of stopping it.
Stream after stream of cum hits my stomach and chest. “Gage,” I groan when it won’t stop. He drops our cocks and wraps a hand around his own, jerking himself roughly. He locks his eyes with mine and groans out his release, mixing it with mine.
Fuck, that shouldn’t be so hot.
He finally releases his hold on my eyes, letting them travel down to the mess we made on me. His eyes take on a primal look before he runs his finger through it, swirling it around, mixing it together.
When he leans his head down and licks a path up my chest, gathering it on his tongue, I’m more than ready to go again. He moves up my body again and sinks his tongue into my mouth, with our combined cum still on his tongue. The flavor explodes in my mouth, and I jerk him closer. He relaxes against me, not caring that he’s a sticky mess like I am.
Someone bangs on the door with their fist, scaring the shit out of us and causing us to jerk apart. “Les wants you downstairs!” Ryder yells through the door.
“Fuck,” Gage breathes out with a chuckle. “Okay!” he yells back and then looks at me when he realizes he just got us busted for answering for me.
I can’t help but laugh at the look on his face. “It’s fine,” I assure him.
