We rose, disposed of our recycling and trash, then made our way to our vehicles.
I’m happy to follow wherever he leads.
Right back into his bedroom.
Dusk was upon us by the time we got behind the bedroom door, and the light streaming in from the widows, with that last gasp of sun, showed off his sculptured muscles to perfection.
As he handed me the lube, he gave me a wicked grin. “I want to ride you.”
“Then you shall. But first—” I held up the bottle.
He lay on his back and gave me the most tantalizing view of his hole.
My cock, already very much interested, leaked a drop of precum. As I coated my fingers, he moved his cock and balls out of the way.
His cock curled happily toward his belly—clearly on board with tonight’s adventures. When I brushed his prostate, a bead of precum formed on the tip.
I licked it off.
His hips flexed.
I tut-tutted.
He whimpered.
Within a minute, I was sheathed and lying on my back.
After straddling my thighs, he lowered himself onto me. He was all tight heat and big grins.
From there, we did what came naturally. He sank down. I thrust up. He rode me hard. I struggled to keep up. We both knew what wewere doing, and when I grasped his cock, he moaned. I jerked him to the rhythm of thrusts, and we tried to stave off our orgasms.
And also to see who could make the other come first—like this was a contest of wills or something.
“Goddamnit, Ulysses. Fucking come already.” Mirth danced in his eyes.
“You first, Finnegan.” I rotated my wrist slightly to give more friction to his cock.
“Jesus. I—” His rhythm faltered as he came. He spurted cum everywhere even as he spasmed around me. “Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy…” His eyes drifted shut.
“No, look at me.” I squeezed his softening dick. “I want to see you.”
His eyes flew open as his mouth made a silento.
“Yeah. That.” I thrust up into him twice more, then held myself steady as my own release thundered through me. I resisted the urge to close my eyes as I held his gaze.This. This is what you do to me.I’d had sex plenty of times since coming out of the closet in my first year of university. Plenty of guys and plenty of good times.
None compared to the gloriousness of this man.
And that scared me more than anything else in the world.
Chapter Twelve
Finn
When we dragged ourselves back to the fire hall after the latest call, I could barely see straight. My eyes were gritty, my limbs ached, and my gut still roiled.
Miriam parked the truck as Giancarlo, Albert, Krish, Toby, and Dulcie sorted their gear.
I stood toe-to-toe with Marlon—engaging him in an epic glarefest.
