We don’t kiss. We devour. Like no time has passed.
My jacket hits the floor. Then his. He runs his hands all over me, waist, ribs, spine, like he’s terrified I’ll vanish again.
I stumble forward, grip his hips, and drag him against me, slamming him back against the wall. My cock throbs as it meets his denim-to-denim. Heat-to-heat. The pressure slams through me, too sharp to hide. Too good to stop. His cock skims against mine. Thick. Heavy. Familiar. The friction is maddening.
“Nnnngghhhh.” I devour his mouth, rolling my hips, chasing more. I want to crawl inside him. Feel everything all at once. My body remembers him better than my mind ever could.
“You still want this?” My voice cracks, hoarse.
He answers with another rough thrust. “Never stopped.”
My breath shatters in my chest. I need this man like air. Every goddamn inch. Every soft word. Every piece I lost when I let him go.
We stumble down the hall to his bedroom like we’re starving. Clothes drop behind us, belts clatter to the floor, buttons pop loose, but I don’t care. I need to see him. Need him bare.
I shove him onto the bed. He falls back without resistance. Legs splayed. Breath ragged. Cock pinned against his stomach, already leaking.
He’s fucking beautiful.
Lean muscle and freckled skin, pink blooming from his throat down to his hips. His chest, with a light dusting of hair trailing down his abs. His thighs are thick, flexing with tension.
His cock—Jesus.
Long and thick enough to make my mouth water. I’ve missed the curve of it, the way it juts from his body, veins bulging under the surface. I kneel between his legs. Hiships cant like he can’t wait another moment, hands fist the sheets.
“Liam,” His breath hitches.
I grip the base of his cock, stroke the thick vein with my thumb. His whole body shudders. My tongue follows, licking up his shaft, catching the bead at the tip and savoring the taste. Unable to resist, I swallow his cock. Linus fists my hair tightly. I take him in deep. I want to choke on the pleasure.
Every twitch of his thighs, every broken sound he makes is exalted.
This isn’t sex. It’s possession. We’re carving our names back into each other’s bodies.
When Linus shoots down my throat, it’s with a guttural cry. He watches me swallow it all, chest rising in sharp pulls as I immediately climb up his body. His cock might be softening and spent on his belly, but the heat between us hasn’t cooled.
If anything, it’s sharper now, rawer.
I kiss his mouth, messily allowing him to taste his own come on my tongue. He doesn’t flinch. Instead, he opens wider.
“We’re not done,” I promise against his lips.
He shakes his head. “Not even close.”
My hand slides down his stomach, teasing. I trail my fingers down between his legs, where he’s still sensitive from his orgasm. His hole twitches when I feather my fingers around it. “You want me to fuck you?”
His breath stutters. “Yeah.Please—”
His plea strikes me like a match to dry leaves.
Gripping his thighs, I push them up and open wide until his knees are drawn up, exposing everything. His chest rises fast now, pert brown nipples aching for me to taste them. His cock’s already trying to wake up again, twitching against his stomach.
Finding a tube in his nightstand, I coat my fingers with lube and press one against his hole. He gasps when I breach him, hips arching.
“You’ve been dreaming about this?” I curl the tip and stroke.
He keens, “Fuck, yeah. Every time I wank myself.”
“Did you come like this?” I add a second finger. “On your back, legs up, imagining it’s me inside you?”
