“Perfect,” Linc praises.
* * *
We make it up the stairs and are heading toward our rooms when I pull Linc to a stop.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Nothing.” I reach up behind his neck and pull him down so his lips press against mine. What starts as a simple kiss turns into something heated, breath-stealing, and so fucking arousing.
“Ethan,” he breathes into my ear when I reach down to rub his hard cock. “Let’s go before I end up fucking you right here.”
I smirk. He grabs my hand and pulls me down the hallway—fast. “You’re always in such a hurry.”
“You started it,” he reminds me, opening the door and pulling me inside. “How do you want it, Ethan?” He kisses my neck just below my ear. “Slow and teasing or fast and intense?”
“Uh…” I can’t think when he’s doing that.
He leans back and meets my gaze. “Tell me.”
“How about I show you instead?” I lift his shirt over his head then slam my mouth down over his. The kiss is savage and erotic and I’m hard within seconds. He removes my shirt as I kick off my shoes. I unbutton his jeans while he removes his shoes. It’s a flurry of hands and flying clothing until we’re both naked and wanting.
“Show me,” he demands.
My hands roam over the smooth muscular surfaces of his chest and arms. I lean forward and lick one of his nipples and his breath hitches. It’s a heady feeling knowing I can give this man that kind of pleasure.
I walk him backwards toward the bed. He falls backward. I pull the rest of our clothes off then just look at him. He’s a bountiful feast, and I’m really hungry.
I climb on top of him, our hard cocks sliding against each other. I wrap my hand around our erections, squeezing them together gently. Linc lets out a soft groan of approval. When I thrust my hips, forcing my cock to slide through my hand and against his, that groan gets louder.
He reaches for me.
“Uh-uh. Not yet.”
“So that’s how it’s going to be?” Linc asks with his brow raised.
I chuckle. “For a little while. You know I can’t resist you.”
It isn’t long before he’s reaching up, tugging on my nipple piercings. Damn it. He knows that’s my trigger. It feels so damn good my cock leaps in appreciation.
I roll to the side and pull him on top of me. He looks into my eyes. “You can take control if you need to, baby.”
I shake my head. “No, not this time. I just need you.”
We kiss and touch one another until it gets to be too much. Linc reaches for the nightstand drawer, then makes sure I’m ready by sliding his gel-covered fingers into my ass. First one, thrusting slowly; then he adds another.
“Fuck,” he groans. I don’t think he even knows he’s said anything.
His fingers. That motion. I’m starting to recite the math tables in my head. Two times two is four. Two times three is six.
I feel the head of his cock at my opening, and he withdraws his fingers. Linc looks up to me to make sure I’m okay, that I’m ready, and I lift my hips in response.
Slowly, so slowly he slides inside. So careful. So cautious. But I know that won’t last. Once I’ve adjusted, he begins to move. He lifts my legs over his thighs, pulling my ass closer to him, and then he kisses me. He palms my shaft then begins stroking in the way he knows I like.
Where was I again? Two times four is eight. Two times five is ten. Two times six is twelve.
He looks down at me with a smirk. “Baby, I’m not doing a good enough job if you can think that much.”
Busted.
