I wondered if he’d let me look at him later. Justlook.
“You are huge though,” Iggy murmured against my neck, still catching his breath, body gradually relaxing.
“Flatterer,” I laughed, pinching his ass as my hand swept down there again, making him jump.
“It’s not flattery if it’s true,” Iggy objected, moving one hand back to rub the spot I’d pinched. I took the opportunity to catch his hand and thread our fingers together again.
We’d held hands plenty of times, but never like this.
“In that case,” I said. “You havetheperfect ass, and I’m not taking any argument.”
Iggy burst into laughter again, the sweetest sound I could ever remember hearing, and rocked his hips slowly, dragging his cock along my stomach and leaving a trail of precome in his wake.
I used both our hands to squeeze his ass again—and Iwasalready a little obsessed with it—to encourage him, rolling my hips to help him build up a rhythm, breath hitching as we found our pace.
It hadn’t been as long for me as it had for Iggy, but I’d forgotten it felt this good, too. The slow build of pressure and friction, the taste of salt on his skin, the soft sighs and moans and gasps, every one of them telling me I was doing something right.
“This enough?” I asked. “You need more?”
“In a bit,” Iggy said, breathless, panting against me. “Fuck, Harv.”
“I know, I know,” I soothed, running the hand I’d had in his hair down to his ass again, pulling him down so I could grind up into him, hot pleasure blooming deep in my gut.
“You feel so good,” Iggy gasped, voicing exactly the thought I’d just had.
“So do you,” I said, barely enough breath to turn the sentiment into words.
I caught his mouth again, a low groan rumbling in my chest at the taste of him, the last traces of peach still lingering on his lips.
Time stood still as we moved together, the whole world dropping away and leaving just the two of us, bodies tangled, hands and lips roaming.
I sucked my way down Iggy’s neck, stopping short of leaving a bruise—I couldn’t hurt him again, not even like this—licking clean salt off his skin, breathing him in, slipping my fingers down past the curve of his ass to touch where we were joined, smiling as he gasped and bucked his hips.
“That’s it. Take what you need,” I encouraged against his jaw, pressing hard kisses into it. “You have no idea how good you feel.”
“Some idea,” Iggy panted. “If it’s half as good asyoufeel.”
Another searing kiss, desperate and biting, Iggy’s teeth digging into my lower lip as his hips sped up, back arching, thighs tensing and knees squeezing my waist. He whimpered into my mouth, then paused a moment, forehead resting against mine, breath coming in sharp pants punctuated with cut-off cries of pleasure.
“Easy, easy,” I soothed. “My dick isn’t going anywhere.”
Iggy laughed, kissing me once more before straightening up, sitting back on my hips and splaying his fingers over my stomach, bracing himself.
He wasstunninglike this, sweat glistening on his skin, hair escaping the tiny ponytail he’d had it in, wild and free and exactly the beautiful, impossible forest creature I’d always secretly suspected him of being.
“Oh god, Harv,” he groaned, grinding down against me, head thrown back and eyes wide and staring at the ceiling, cheeks flushed. The mattress creaked under us as he bounced, riding me like a prize stallion, and for long moments all I could do was watch in awe, belly and thighs tense with need, too afraid to so much as twitch in case he stopped.
I’d never, in my entire life, imagined Iggy like this, but I knew I’d never forget it. Never be able to get him out of my mind, bathed in moonlight, smooth skin moving over tight muscles, beautiful in pleasure.
A low, deep groan brought me back to my senses, my gaze snapping away from Iggy’s flushed cheeks and slack lips to his leaking cock, so clearly in need of attention. My stomach was already smeared with precome—evidence that Iggy reallywasgetting off on this—and I couldn’t help licking my lips as I watched a bead of it roll down the length of his neat, pretty cock.
Later, I promised myself. I’d get a chance to taste him later. This wasn’t the only time we were doing this.
If Iggy would have me, he could have me every goddamn half hour until I had to leave.
He hissed as I brushed my fingers against his cock, looking down to watch me as I curled them around it, grip loose, stroking idly like I had nothing better to do.
I chuckled as his hips jerked into my fist, silently pleading for more friction, but I knew he’d come harder if he had to wait for it, and I wanted him to finish seeing stars.
