And he was. The hockey player’s build I’d been trying not to notice for months was on full display now, proving what I’d felt under my fingers before. His broad shoulders, that wide chest, his six-pack—the kind of muscle that came from years of athletic training. But it was the expression on his face that affected me the most, the way he was looking at me like I was something precious.
When he leaned forward to kiss my collarbone, then lower to my chest, I had to grip the back of the couch to keep myself steady. Every touch of his lips against my skin felt electric, like he was awakening nerve endings I didn’t know I had. He slid his hand down my chest, past my bellybutton, and I shivered. He stopped at my waistband, looking up at me. I nodded.
His fingers worked at my belt, then the button and zipper of my jeans, movements that were eager but not rushed. When his hand slipped inside my underwear and wrapped around my rock-hard cock, I had to bite back a groan at the sensation.
His fingertips traced patterns along my dick as he stroked me slowly, exploring every inch. I shuddered at the sensation, letting my head fall back against the couch cushions. This was entirely new territory for both of us, but Adan seemed determined to learn, to find out what made me gasp and tremble.
“Is this good?” he asked.
“So good.”
“I’ve never done this.”
“Neither have I.”
He halted, his eyes growing wide. “Wait, you haven’t? I thought you were…”
I shook my head. “You’re my first. Man, I mean. I’ve been with women, but not this.”
He made a low sound in the back of his throat. “I like that.”
“What?”
“That I’m your first. We can discover together.”
We sure could, and before I could say anything else, he kissed me again. Adan kissed the same way he did everything else: with confidence and dedication. His tongue surged into my mouth, and after we battled briefly for dominance, I let him have his way. Surrender had never tasted sweeter.
I reached for him then, eager to do some exploring of my own. I traced the hard planes of his chest, his heart hammering beneath my palm. Lower, I followed the trail of hair that disappeared into his jeans, letting my fingertips dip below the waistband.
Adan made a sound low in his throat, somewhere between a groan and a growl. His hand tightened reflexively around my cock, which in turn made me moan. “Too many clothes. You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“So are you.”
We took care of it quickly, dragging down pants and underwear, and for good measure, I took off my socks as well. Adan grinned when he saw it, then followed my example. I lay back on the couch on my back, and he lowered himself on top of me.
I swallowed thickly. “That’s a whole new feeling, having a man on top of me.”
Adan brushed my cheek with an unexpectedly tender gesture. “I know. But it’s a good feeling.”
“The best.”
He lowered his mouth again, and our lips met once more. His tongue slid against mine as the kiss deepened, all heat and passion. My hands explored the hard planes of his body as our kisses grew hotter and deeper. I couldn’t get enough of the way his bare skin felt under my fingertips, so strong and warm and alive. Adan’s weight pressing me into the couch was a delicious new sensation that made my head spin with want.
He broke the kiss to trail his lips along my jaw and down the side of my neck. I gasped when he found a particularly sensitive spot and sucked gently. He lingered there, working the skin until I was sure there would be a mark. The thought of being claimed and marked by him sent a thrill through me. Not something I’d ever thought I would be into, but with him, it was one surprise after another.
When his fingers brushed over my nipples, I arched into the touch, a moan escaping me. He did it again, rolling the sensitive nubs between his fingers. Pleasure sparked along my nerve endings, and my hips bucked up involuntarily, seeking friction. When his fingers wrapped around my cock again, I moaned into his mouth. He stroked me slowly, teasingly, building the pleasure until I was panting and writhing beneath him.
I reached between us to take him in hand as well, finding him thick and hard and perfect. We moved together, hands working in tandem, breaths mingling as soft gasps and grunts of pleasure filled the room. It was clumsy and unpracticed, neither of us experienced with this, but it was also the most erotic thing I could’ve ever imagined. Adan seemed to know instinctively how to touch me, where to linger, when to speed up or slow down. And from the way he was throbbing in my grip, I knew I was doing something right as well.
“Nils,” he breathed against my lips. “I’m close…”
“Me too,” I managed. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t stop. His hand kept moving on me, faster now, his grip tightening as my own hold on his cock intensified too. We moved in a perfect rhythm, both of us chasing that peak. The coil of pleasure low in my belly wound tighter and tighter, my muscles tensing as I rapidly approached the edge.
“Adan,” I gasped out. “I’m gonna?—”
Before I could finish the sentence, the intense pleasure crested and I was coming hard, spilling over his fist and onto my stomach as a guttural moan was ripped from my throat. I cried out his name as my orgasm crashed through me, wave after wave of intense, toe-curling pleasure.
