He must really like it too. I feel him growing hard between our melded bodies, our lengths brushing together with every kick I make to keep us afloat. It’s like our hips are connected by those magnetic forces.
He moans, the deeper we kiss. It’s deep and guttural, like he’s on the verge of going full-on animalistic if I don’t give him more. And I want to give him more. The nagging voice in my head is drowned out by the need to give Brooks more ofme—the real me.
“Touch me,” Brooks pleads after many minutes, pulling back to suck in a breath. “You can, if you want to try…” he urges, backpedaling when he must realize how bossy he came off.
With Brooks still wrapped around my waist, I kick us over until I can just barely touch. With one hand still holding him steady by the nape of his neck, I bring the other one between us and grip his cock at the base and give it a couple slow, steady pulls. His hips rock into me, as his back arches and his body appears to lift at the touch.
“Gah, your hands are deliciously rough,” he sighs, pressing his forehead to mine and worrying his lip. “Working man’s hands, that’s for sure.”
“Not like Kai’s, I presume,” I snark, still lazily pumping his dick—testing out the feeling of having another man’s cock in my hand for the first time—swiping my palm over top and teasing his glans. Since he’s given me permission, I take time to admire his dick—which is a little more than a perfect handful, really. Longer and more slender than mine, it curves slightly to the right.
It’s just like everything else about Brooks. Real. Modest. Charming.
“Please don’t compare yourself to my ex while you’re jerking me off. You’renothinglike him,” he replies with a slight snarl, snapping me out of my dickmatization.
That statement causes the caveman in me to thrash around in my chest, like I’ve just clubbed my first sabretooth tiger.
“Good,” I murmur, leaning in to nip at his earlobe as I stroke him with more vigor. “Speaking of, however, you should know something, Brooks. I’m a possessive man. If I’m practicing on you, I want to be the only one who gets my hands”—I nip at his neck—“my mouth”—I work my way lower, licking a line down to his collarbone—“all overthis body.”
“Only yours,” he sighs, rutting into my hand as I squeeze and release rhythmically along his shaft, just the way I do it when I jerk off. “Oh, and I’m clean. I promise,” he adds, before groaning again. “Probably should have brought that up before,mmph, be-before…ohgod, you feel so good.”
I grin. “I’m clean too,” I tell him.
He nods, whooshing out what sounds like ‘good’, before moaning again. “Harder, Evan.Please.”
I give him what he wants, picking up the speed of my stroking. I feel one of his hands trying to work its way between us, so he can return the favor, but I buck it away with my hips.
“No,” I tell him, “I’m exploring you right now. If you take over, I won’t be able to memorize everything about you. I want to know what to do to make you whine for me, to know what drives you crazy. I want to know what’s going to make you come for me, Reckless. Do you think you can give me that?”
He nods, biting his lip. “Keep talking like that, and it won’t take much.”
“I need you to hold on as long as you can,” I urge him. “I plan on taking my time with you.”
Ineedto take my time. This, right here, is the only thing that’s keeping the voice at bay. Keeping this man writhing and whimpering, as I give in to the urges I’ve suppressed for decades, it’s keeping the negative thoughts from creeping in.
In fact, it’s giving them a true Viking funeral. The more I stroke him, tease him, feel him come untethered in my hold, the more I can envision those negative thoughts on a flaming boat, being swept away from shore. My dick isn’t even getting attention, and I’m about to come, just on Brooks’ sounds alone.
They’re distinctly male. Sounds I’ve only ever yearned for, and never thought I could have. I think that, because they’re his and not my own, makes me want them more. No, I’m sure, actually. I haven’t been touched in a long time—by anyone except Handy Palmer and her five sisters, that is—so when I do jerk off, I’m not quiet. The sounds that are coming out ofhimright now, though, are definitely the ones unravelling me here.
They’re like a siren’s song.
“I’m gonna—” he pants, “Evan, oh!” His muscles become taut, stomach dipping inward as he bucks against my hand with disjointed effort. “Oh my god, I can’t h-hold out any l-longer. I’m so s-s-sorr—”
“Don’t apologize, baby,” I soothe, capturing his lips with mine as he whimpers into my mouth.
“Mmph!” he whines—it’s the sweetest of all the fucking sounds.
I release him, so that he can pull himself tighter to me, rubbing our dicks together under the coursing water. His hands clasp together behind the back of my neck, and he buries his face into the crook, when suddenly warmth envelops us both. I feel his cock twitching hardily next to mine as he softly moans out his pleasure.
Finally, his movements slow to a stop, and he sighs, slumping and putting his full weight in my arms. As his legs unfurl from around my waist, he bumps my erection and takes note of that. “Thank you,” he breathes, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Would you like me to take care of this for you?” he asks, gently cupping my straining dick.
His hand is careful, like he’s not sure if he’s touching a live-wire or not.
I’m probably going to regret the hell out of this, but—I shake my head. “It’s cute that you think that I’m done learning everything about you with just one handjob,” I tellhim.
He pulls back a little, cocking an eyebrow up at me. “It’s cute thatyouthink I have the stamina of a twenty-something year old,” he rebuts.
It’s meant to be a joke, suggesting that we’re in our thirties, that we’re not as young and virile as we may have been a decade or more ago. But I’m aching for him to be ready to go again, to see him come again. I’ve never craved intimacy like this before, and the feel of him clutching me, whimpering out his release. Goddamn—
