“This isn’t gonna work. Why are ye doing this?”
“What?” he asked, leaning away from me. Theeejitlooked like he was dead scared I was about to burst into tears and bawl all over him, so I only rolled my eyes and tugged on the bottom of his T-shirt.
“I’m the only one naked.”
He snorted. “You’re eager now. I thought you were worried about your tender asshole?”
I punched his shoulder.
He chuckled.
“Fecker.”
When he was done having a good time at my expense, he helped me strip his shirt up, but he peeled it off because my hands got stuck mapping his chest and playing with the curls in the center. I dug my nails in and ran them across his nipples, which didn’t get much of a reaction. I traced my hands down and edged my fingertips over his abdomen until I hit the top of his shorts. While I stared, his trapped cock strained even harder against the material, and I could clearly see the outline of the head. I let out a long breath.
“Get them off me.”
“Bloody bossy,” I grumped, and he kissed me while my fingers got busy undoing the button and zipper. We didn’t mess around, just got him undressed as quickly as we could. I grabbed his cock and my face heated as I backed off from the kiss so I could look at him. I’d held him in my hand in the past, but my chest swelled with some emotion that reminded me of all the best things in the world. This was the first time I’d really gotten to touch him and look at him and not worry he might decide to shove me away. Aspen snagged the lube off the bed, and I held out my hand.
“That’s a generous glob of goop,” I said with a snort as he squeezed too much slick on my palm.
He raised his eyebrows at me. “Put it on my dick.”
If that was what he enjoyed when he bottomed, who was I to argue? Sometimes I liked to put it on Vail so he could press against my abs and have a slippery good time while I fucked him, so it wasn’t a bad plan. Least I knew it worked.
Besides, I wanted to touch Aspen this way. Nodding, I slicked him up, exploring every thick, veiny centimeter of him with my fingertips, and I felt smug when he rocked his hips to fuck my fist. I loved the way his breath went choppy.
“Have you been thinking about this?” Aspen asked, raising his eyebrows. He pulled me over on my side, and I groaned as I got the picture. We lined up our cocks together. I cupped my hands around us, and he rested his outside of mine, and together we fucked the slick tunnel we’d made. My cock pushing against his always melted my mind. I loved it when we fucked someone together and got to touch in such a filthy, perfect way. This was almost the same thing. I kissed him and bucked my hips faster, but he pulled back.
I groaned. “What fecking now?”
“I said have you been thinking about this?” He stared at my face, looking for answers he knew damned sure I didn’t want to give.
“God, when did ye fecking get this way? Let’s just get off!”
He leaned in and sucked on that same sensitive spot on my neck again, and my cock throbbed like I might pop right here and now.
“Fecker, yes. I’ve been bloody well thinking about ye. Fighting dirty, ye arse. Aye, are ye satisfied?”
He leaned up and nipped my earlobe. “Very.”
“Ye wanker.” I squeezed his cock, but not so hard that I would put him off this.
“You’re the one jerking us off.” He blew a kiss at me.
“I liked ye better when....”
His lips thinned, and I found I didn’t want to tease him quite so much when his cock was sliding next to mine, twisting tension and pleasure into a tight knot in my stomach that might snap any second.
“When?” he asked, voice a low growl.
“I like ye just fine all the time, ye arsehole.” I leaned forward and bit his bottom lip until I had the satisfying sensation of flesh trapped between my teeth. Not too hard, just right. He moaned, and I loved it. I sank into the moment, allowing Aspen to guide the rhythm of our jerk-off session and the pressure of our hands. He was good at this, and my toes began to wriggle all on their own. I couldn’t stop the sensations firing along my spine or keep my hips from moving faster than I meant them to. I leaned back so I could see the way Aspen’s face relaxed with pleasure and greedily memorized his expression. One of my favorite things about sharing our boys with Aspen was getting to see the look on his face when he came.
I wanted to be the cause of those subtle shifts in his body language. I wanted to be the person who made him lose his cool.
All at once, Aspen pulled my hands away from our cocks, and I whined like a kicked dog. He leaned in, but this time he wasn’t kissing me; he owned my mouth, sliding his tongue deep inside. Maybe I shouldn’t just be going along with all this—but I really fecking wanted it.
He rolled us and put me on top of himself.
