As we made out, I rubbed my entire body against him like a needy feline. His soft sweatshirt tickled my nipples while his hands roamed over my bare back, blazing a fire path everywhere they touched.
My cock ached, making a mess inside my flannel pants. Grinding against him wasn’t enough. I needed a hand or mouth to give me relief before the need drove me insane, but I couldn’t fathom separating our lips long enough to ask for it. Nor could I unwind my hands from where they’d settled in his hair, holding his head for my attack.
I grew dizzy—whether need, lack of oxygen, or pure intoxication on Alex didn’t matter. I’d have happily never inhaled again if it meant more time kissing this man.
Eventually, physiology won out, and we had no choice but to come up for air. Alex broke away, quickly kissing my lips a final time before resting our foreheads together. We panted, sharing the air between us.
“Christ, Ryder,” he said between breaths. “That was…”
Wild? Sexy? Explosive?
“Yeah,” I managed. “Safe to say you’re completely forgiven.”
Our weak chuckles mingled in the air between us. We kissed again, quickly and desperately.
Then one more for good measure.
I loved the way his lips felt against mine—soft but confident and unyielding.
His hands left my back as he straightened. I barely had time to mourn the loss of his touch before he captured my chin in his large hand, holding me a fraction of an inch away from those incredible lips. “Take me to bed, Ryder.”
I stilled with my heart thumping a heavy rhythm against my ribcage. “Yeah?”
He nodded. His dark eyes were on fire with the same need I felt deep in my core. A need that could only be satiated by one thing.
Us together—in my bed.
“You wanna fuck, Alex? Is that it?” I asked, grinding our covered dicks together.
“Yes,” he said with a gasp. He rocked into me, making me dizzy.
I moved my mouth to his ear, tracing the shell with my tongue. Every place I tasted on this man made me crave him more. The way he shivered against me while asking for entryto my bed would fuel my fantasies for weeks. “You wanna fuck me?”
He stilled, and I drew back to look in his swirling eyes. “No,” he answered. “Not tonight.”
What? I frowned. His words and touch gave the impression he was as into this as I was. Had I misread the situation?
Then it dawned on me, and my lips curled. The need in his gaze wasn’t to take control of my ass tonight but to give up his own. I couldn’t have stopped the self-satisfied smirk for all the riches in the world. “You wanna be fucked, Alex? Is that it?” I asked with a husky voice I’d never heard from my mouth. It couldn’t be helped. Though I was vers, I tended to bottom more often than I topped. Much more often. When I’d fantasized about sleeping with Alex, it always included his dick deep in my ass, but the thought of burying into his tight hole for our first time had me frantic with desire.
He nodded. “Yes.” The word came out as a hoarse rasp.
Hungry.
“Fuck.” I pressed the heel of my palm over my dick, biting my lip to keep from coming by his words alone. “Let’s go.” I yanked him along, practically dragging him to my bedroom like a caveman bringing his conquest back to his lair.
“A little eager?” Alex asked with a chuckle as he stumbled into me.
His dick brushed against my ass cheek, eliciting a low groan from deep in my gut. “You have no idea.”
“Yeah. I fucking do.” We staggered through my door into my bedroom, where I released him, but not before another few minutes of wild kisses and groping.
“Christ,” I said as I forced myself to release him. “Get your fucking clothes off.” Another night, we could take our time and peel each other naked, layer by layer. Tonight, I needed skin-to-skin contact as quickly as possible.
Thankfully, Alex seemed to be on the same page. We tore at our clothing, tossing fabric in every direction. Since I wore nothing but flannel pants and briefs, I stripped down faster than he did. Once naked, I watched as he rid himself of his boots, socks, and jeans. The second he kicked his boxer briefs off his foot, we flew toward each other like two opposite magnetic poles.
“Fuck yes,” I said as our naked bodies lined up from our heads to the tips of our toes. Every inch of the warm, smooth skin that taunted me every night we worked was finally mine to touch, lick, and enjoy.
“God, you feel good.” He mouthed at my pulse point while we ground our dicks together.
