With one hand still clinging to his ass like a life raft, I let the other drift to his cock, and I close my hand around him, fingers sliding along the silky heat of his shaft as I hawk-eye his expression.
He’s watching me, of course. I’ve come to learn he often does, even when we’re just talking. Hanging out in the apartment and the new life we share. I like his eyes on me. Never more than now as I do to him what I’d do to myself and fist his cock with a gentle twist.
A harder squeeze.
A deeper pressure.
Joss expels a breath. “…don’t know if I’ll be any good. Fucking-A.”
“That’s a terrible take on my accent.”
“Yeah well, this is a wicked take on a handjob—fuck.” Joss jerks into my hand and bites his lip. “Give me the lube.”
I pass him the bottle then return my hand to his ass. It’s my new favorite place to be. I keep the other moving on his dick, gathering the lube he adds with my fingers, chasing the friction that’s making him shiver.
For long moments, I think I’m winning. Then he puts a slick hand to me and stars fuckin’ explode.
“Holy shit—” Breath whooshes from me, set free by the devilish sensation his touch evokes. I tighten my grip on his ass for stability. My balls jump and another strangled sound escapes me. “Fuck.”
Joss rubs his thumb over my crown, grinning as I sway on my knees. “Good, eh?”
“The fuckin’ best. Do it again.”
He does, then he begins to jerk me, and I’m an instant disaster. Every facet of me becomes a strained band, ready to snap. It’s like he has a nuclear reactor in the palm of his hand, and sweat breaks out over every inch of my skin.
I take a minute to settle. To find purchase in the electric new world I find myself in.
Then I remember I’m holding his dick too.
I start to work him again, losing myself in the heady combination of the effect it has on him and the strange pressure deep inside me. A yearning I’ve never felt before. I can’t decipher it. And I don’t try. I go with it until Joss takes my hand from his ass and places it on my cock.
He does the same to himself and brings us together, so our dicks are one, sliding between our slick hands in a single grip.
A noise gravels through him, throaty and deep.
It goes straight to my groin, and I struggle to hold it together.Don’t come yet.
“Kai.”
My name on his lips is a hot, husky whisper.
I force my heavy eyes open and look at him, unconsciously moving my hands faster.
Harder.
Joss’s head tips back, tendons in his neck taut with strain.
I’m doing that to him. To this gorgeous fuckin’ man. Am I dreaming right now?
If I am, it’s about to have a happy ending. One where Joss’s masculine grunts and shudders light another wildfire in me. I’m so turned on right now I might die.
True facts.
Joss ups the pace, deepening the sensation, dropping his head to my shoulder, just for a moment, before he rears up and kisses me.
Pleasure overtakes me. I’m gonna combust. I need friction and heat and him. All of him. Whatever he’ll give me.
My mouth waters. I want him there. And the deep longinginsideme suddenly makes sense.
