Evan froze for a second, his lips pressed to my pulsepoint. Before I could panic, he chuckled. “I can do that, sweetheart.”
His large hand wrapped around both our cocks, pressing them together. My toes curled at the first stroke. He was being gentle because of the friction, but even that touch was enough to have me trembling.
He lifted his head. “Do you have any lube?”
“No, fuck.” I slapped a hand over my eyes. “I ran out last night.”
“Looks like we’re improvising, then.”He released us, spitting into his hand before returning to his work. “How’s that?”
My head hit the arm of the sofa. “Good. Oh, it’s fucking good.”
That was the understatement of the year. There were few better feelings that having another cock pressed against your own as you got off. Having one as spectacular as Evan’s? In a hand as talented as his?
It was perfection.
He grinned, gripping us more firmly as he stroked. “So…did you use the lube doing anything fun?”
I swear, I only answered because of what Evan’s touch was doing. It was removing the filter on the part my brain that thought things through before saying them. To be fair, that filter had always been a bit dodgy. “I have this dildo….”
Evan’s pupils dilated, erasing the blue of his eyes. “Tell me more.”
“It’s thick,” I panted, my hips chasing his hand. “Stretches me so good.”
“Yeah?” His voice was hoarse as his hips moved faster. “You like that, do you? Being stretched?”
“Fuck yes,” I rasped. “I wanna be filled up. To feel the burn.”
Evan growled but didn’t say anything. I didn’t either, but I knew we were both thinking it. His cock would do all of those things. I bet I’d feel him for days after. Maybe a whole week.
Shame it could never happen. This was only about tonight. Spit was fine for frotting, but not penetration. And, as established, this wouldn’t be happening again.
So neither of us acknowledged it, but as Evan caught my mouth in a hungry kiss, I swore I could taste his desperation.
With my orgasm building, I was desperate too. But this was good. It was enough.
It had to be.
My sofa began to creak as Evan worked us faster and harder. I was lost in the sensations. His broad frame surrounding me. My heels pushing rhythmically into the small of his back. The soft strands of his hair wrapped around my fingers. Hot breath on my neck. Deep growls vibrating against my chest.
God, why did this feel so good? It shouldn’t have. We were basically rutting against each other like horny teenagers.
But, somehow, it was more sexual than anything I’d experienced before.
If he’s this talented with frotting, think how well he’d fuck you.
I slammed the door shut on that thought. Nope. Not an avenue we’d be exploring. Not now. Not ever.
“Reid,” he gasped, his hair falling across his eyes. “Reid, this?—”
I cut him off with a kiss. I knew what he was going to say. I wasn’t ready to hear it.
I never would be.
With his tongue in my mouth, I felt my orgasm drifting closer. Breaking away, I moaned loudly. “I’m close, Ev.”
Instead of speeding up like I’d expected, he stopped entirely.
My head snapped up. “What are you doing?”
