I adjusted myself, continuing to watch Charles. He bent over to grab something from one of the lower cabinets, that plump ass on display for me, and my cock grew even harder. I set down the newspaper and stood, moving to stand behind Charles as he measured seasonings into a bowl.
“Eamon,” he said, his voice carrying a note of warning as my arms came around his waist. “I need to cook.”
“Do you?” I pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, breathing in the scent of his skin. “Right now?”
“We have to eat—” His words cut off in a soft gasp as I found that sensitive spot just below his ear.
“We will eat,” I murmured against his skin. “Later.”
Charles leaned back against me, his hands coming up to cover mine where they rested on his stomach. “You’re very distracting.”
“Good.” I turned him in my arms, backing him against the counter. “I want to be distracting.”
The kiss that followed was hungry, desperate in a way that spoke of finite time and infinite love. Charles responded eagerly, his hands fisting in my shirt to pull me closer.
The kiss deepened, Charles’s tongue sliding against mine in a dance that was becoming more familiar but no less thrilling. His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging gently in a way that sent sparks of pleasure down my spine. I pressed closer, pinning him against the counter with my hips, letting him feel how much I wanted him.
My hands slid under his sweater, skimming over the warm skin of his back, feeling the muscles flex as he arched into my touch. I groaned into his mouth, pressing my hips forward to let him feel how hard I was already, just from kissing him. He made a needy sound in the back of his throat and rolled his hips against mine, seeking friction.
“Eamon,” he panted against my lips. “Need you.”
I wasn’t about to argue. I was, however, not going to make the same mistake as yesterday, when we’d forgotten to close the blinds and had nearly given poor Edna a show that would’ve given her a heart attack. I quickly crossed the kitchen to close the blinds, making sure no one could accidentally see in. When I turned back around, Charles had found a spot on the armrest of the couch, his legs spread invitingly. The sight made my mouth go dry with want.
“Come here,” he said, his voice low and rough with desire.
I went willingly, stepping between his thighs andpulling him into another searing kiss. His legs wrapped around my waist, urging me closer as his hands slid under my shirt to map the planes of my back. I groaned into his mouth, rocking my hips against his to relieve some of the aching pressure.
He tugged on my shirt, and when I stepped back to yank it over my head, he made quick work of his own. More frantic kisses, and our pants came off too. Socks, underwear, and then the glorious sensation of skin on skin.
My hands roamed Charles’s bare skin, tracing every dip and curve of muscle, committing it all to memory. I couldn’t get enough of him, of the taste of his lips, the heat of his body pressed against mine, the little gasps and moans he made when I found a particularly sensitive spot. Every touch, every kiss felt electric, like I was discovering him all over again.
Charles’s fingers tangled in my hair, tugging gently as he arched into my touch. I trailed open-mouthed kisses down his neck, sucking lightly at his pulse point just to feel it jump beneath my tongue. He was so beautifully responsive, his body a live wire of sensation that I wanted to explore for hours.
I captured his mouth in another hungry kiss, swallowing the little sounds he made. My hands slid down to grip his ass, kneading the firm globes and pulling him harder against me. Charles threw his head back on a moan, exposing the long line of his throat. I latched onto it immediately, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin until I was sure I’d left a mark.
Charles hissed in a breath as our bare cocks brushed together, the sensation electric. I blindly reached for the lube where I knew I’d left it yesterday, my hands curlingaround the bottle when I found it. One pump and my fingers were slicked up.
I pushed him backward onto the couch, and he went willingly, spreading his legs wide for me. Stretching out on top of him, I covered his mouth with mine again as my fingers searched and found. I pushed two inside him at the same time, knowing he would still be somewhat loosened up from our sex that morning.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” he groaned.
“So tight and hot. So delicious.”
Charles let out a low moan, pushing back against my fingers as I worked him open with ruthless efficiency. Seeing how much he wanted this, that he was as needy for me as I was for him, was such a turn on.
I didn’t need him to tell me he was ready. I knew when he relaxed around my fingers, and I withdrew. With a firm grip, I lifted him onto his hands and knees, that perfect ass spread open wide for me like a buffet.
A little more lube on my cock, and then I pushed inside in one long, smooth thrust, groaning at the tight heat that enveloped me. Charles’s body tensed under mine, and I gave him a moment to adjust, to breathe.
I curled over him, my mouth finding his ear as I nibbled on his earlobe. “You’re so perfect, my love. So goddamn hot and tight.”
My teeth closed around that sensitive spot on his shoulder, and I bit down a little, loving that it would leave a mark.
“Eamon…” Charles all but whined. “I’m good.”
“Mmm, you sure are,” I teased him.
“Move, you Irish bastard. Fuck me like you mean it.”
