Leaning up, I captured his mouth again, and his stubble scraped against my lips. “I know. I want....”
Wick flexed his arms around me. Our lips stayed locked together as we teased each other, and kissing turned into nipping flesh lightly with teeth. He ground his cock against me, and I moaned—we needed to get out of the damned kitchen. I fumbled for the flashlight and had to stop kissing him to snatch it. I grabbed his hand, and we stumbled to the closed door that led to my room. I had trouble turning the knob, and he chuckled and brushed his lips along my neck until I got the door open, and then we almost fell inside.
“Just a second,” I said, peeling myself away from him. I went to the nightstand where I already had an LED lantern set up. The windows were cracked, letting in the slightly cooler air outside that carried in the scent of ozone and night-blooming flowers. I turned on the lantern, then flipped off the flashlight and set it on the floor.
Strong hands landed on my back and Wick began to knead my muscles, which was amazing. I was still stiff from the work we’d done on Saturday. “That’s good.”
“Do you have supplies?”
I snorted. “Yeah. I replace the condoms when they expire. It’s an exercise in optimism.”
“That’s great news because I’m very hopeful we’ll have a good time,” he murmured in my ear, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasant prickles that rolled over my skin.
“They’re in, uh.” I fumbled open the drawer on the nightstand and took out the unopened box with the plastic sealed tightly around it. He kissed across my shoulders, and I had trouble getting my thumbnail under a corner of the seal on the box to open it. I growled, and he rubbed his hard-on along my ass. For a moment I was extremely aware of my cock pushing against my boxers, trying to escape.
“What do you want tonight?” Wick sucked a kiss on my neck—this man was going to fucking kill me. He snagged the box from my hands and like magic had the wrapper off and gone in almost no time at all. He took out a condom and reached around me to set the box beside the lantern. I leaned back against his chest, and he slid his arms around me, holding up the condom. The gray square somehow had the power to make my brain shut down.
“I’m not sure.”
“Am I wearing this or are you?”
The air leaked out of my lungs. “You want me to top?”
He shrugged and his cheek bumped mine. “If the spirit moves you. I like it all.”
I jolted into action and yanked open the nightstand drawer again, this time fishing out the lube I used to rub one out most nights. Wick nudged me toward the bed, and in a blink I went from standing beside it to lying on my back with him pressed up against my side, kissing me.
It all seemed to happen really fast.
Excitement had me trying to smile, even though my lips were pressed to his, and I rolled toward him. I still wasn’t sure what would happen if we did this—I was worried my entire life might fall apart—but his arms around me were amazing, and his hard body flush against mine had my cock throbbing. I slung my leg over Wick’s hip to get a better angle. Our cocks rubbed together, short-circuiting my brain, which hadn’t been firing on all cylinders since his lips first touched me.
Wick grunted and kneaded my ass, rocking his body against mine, then slid his hands to the waistband of my boxers and tugged. I got the hint and scooted back just enough that I could slide out of my clothes, and he did the same. It was amazing to watch the material slip away from his cock and see it bounce out to point at the ceiling.
Once we’d both kicked away our underwear, he rolled toward me and kissed along my chest. His hot tongue flicked over my nipple, and I hissed at the jolt of pleasure that made my cockhead tingle and throb, sliding my fingers into his hair. He stayed there for a minute, sucking on me, and then his hand rubbed along my thigh, so close to my cock that I felt like I was going to fly apart. The anticipation was an electric sizzle through my gut that had my balls ready to unload.
He kissed down my chest. “Is it okay for me to keep going?” He nibbled lightly on my stomach.
Embarrassment had my cheeks on fire. “If you want to and you like it.”
He trailed kisses over my belly, along the line of hair in the middle, and I chuckled when he rubbed his prickly cheek against it. My cock strained and I flexed my hips.
“Oh, I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, and I wasn’t sure if he meant for me to hear him or not, but he slid down and licked all around my cockhead, teasing the foreskin. I arched off the bed, and he popped his lips around me. A long time passed that way, with him expertly torturing my wood and making me gasp. Eventually he rolled my balls in his palm—then a slick finger slid down toward my hole. I moved to give him better access, tilting my hips up.
“How did you get the lube without me seeing?” I asked.
“Your eyes have been closed for a while,” he snarked back, but I liked that he sounded amused. “Thought I would take charge.”
“Oh. That’s good. Yeah, why don’t you do me this time?”
He laughed, and I groaned as he pushed his finger in deep. After adding more lube, one digit in my ass became two, and I didn’t say anything even though I would’ve been fine with it if he’d just slathered his cock and shoved in without any prep. I wanted him and was able to handle a little discomfort, but he stretched me and massaged my prostate until I thought I might pop from that alone.
“Wick, I can’t take much more of this.”
He hummed, crawled up the bed between my thighs, and then sat up on his knees. With a toothy grin, he shoved the condom into my hand. “Get me ready?”
I fumbled with the square, so he took it and ripped it open, then handed it back. I loved smoothing the latex down his shaft because his mouth fell open and his head dropped back. When I coated his cock with lube, he thrust against my fist. His campaign of extended teasing had taken a toll on him as well as me. I stared up at him in awe. His body sparkled with droplets of sweat. It was hot in the room and I didn’t fucking care anymore. Right now everything seemed perfect, as if the world was as sultry as what was going on between us.
“You’re so fucking sexy.”
