A moment later, she was thinking the same thing about him because moving his arm hadn’t been a casual gesture on his part. Proven when his hand slipped beneath her oversized sweatshirt, his palm sliding over her ribs, inching higher until he was cupping her breast. She was so glad she’d taken off her bra because … man, his hand felt good on her bare skin.
Every cell in her body spiked in temperature. Her pussy throbbed, aching for more of his touch.
“I can take it off if you’d like,” she offered, continuing to gently rub him through his jeans. “My shirt, I mean.”
“Not a good idea. I’d like to get us to my house in one piece. Do it, and I’ll be too distracted to drive.”
Oh, he said the sweetest things.
“How distracted will you be if I do this?” she asked as she popped the button free on his jeans.
He inhaled sharply.
Reilly took that as a green light, so she slowly slid the zipper down, one tooth at a time.
His hand tightened on her breast when she scraped her nail along the silky boxers covering his cock.
“Fuck.” He shifted in his seat, giving her more room to play. “Fair warning. Keep it up, and I will paddle your ass before the night’s over.”
“Promise?”
“So fucking much,” he gasped when she tugged the waistband of his boxers down enough to free the thick, swollen head of his cock.
He was huge. Bigger than she’d anticipated. Bigger than her favorite dildo, even, and that thing was rather hefty.
“How far are we?” Reilly asked as she rubbed the bead of precum with her thumb.
“Fifteen minutes.”
“You should hurry.”
Nine
If Donovan had ever wanted to takehis time with someone, he couldn’t remember it. With Tate, he realized that was the only way they’d survive it. And not simply because Donovan would split him in two if he fucked him the way he was tempted to. No. Tate was small, but he could handle him. Donovan would never underestimate this man.
Reaching between them, Donovan wrapped his fist around both their cocks, stroking slowly until Tate broke the kiss, gasping for breath as his eyes rolled back in his head. He admired the way Tate rocked his hips, fucking his cock into Donovan’s hand. He wasn’t in a hurry, simply enjoying the sensation.
Donovan nipped his lower lip before he got too far away. “Put that sweet little mouth on my dick.”
Tate’s eyes opened, flashing with heat the same way they had when Donovan called himlittle boya minute ago. It hadn’t been intentional, but for some reason, their size difference was a complete turn-on for him. And he suspected it was for Tate, too.
Donovan grabbed one of Tate’s pillows and balled it up beneath his head so he could stare down his body and watch as Tate began stroking him, his pale skin a stark contrast to Donovan’s dark, blood-filled cock. The muscles in Tate’s arms flexed and bunched as he massaged him, and when Tate licked his lips, Donovan’s dick jerked in Tate’s hand, causing Tate’s gaze to dart to his face.
“That’s what lookin’ at you does to me,” he admitted. “You make me fuckin’ hard, Tate.”
Tate’s hand paused as he stroked him, his eyes glassy with lust.
“Suck it,” Donovan said gruffly.
Tate leaned down, his breath fanning the head of Donovan’s dick for a few seconds before his tongue slipped out to lap at the precum pooling on the tip. Donovan was riveted by the sight of Tate teasing him with light flicks and lingering caresses before finally wrapping his lips around the head. He sucked like he was using a straw before opening wide and taking more of him. Donovan watched as Tate took at least half of him into his mouth before he bobbed back up. Again and again, Tate made love to his cock with his mouth. It was unlike anything Donovan had ever felt before. He’d been with plenty of men, some who enjoyed sucking cock, some who only wanted to be sucked. Tate wasn’t simply trying to please Donovan; he was savoring it.
For long minutes, he watched Tate, noting the way he was constantly looking up at Donovan.
“You’ve got a sweet fucking mouth,” he said, wanting to reassure Tate that he was enjoying it. “Use your hand and take more of me.”
Tate curled his fingers around the base of his shaft as he lowered his head, taking Donovan deep into his throat. He didn’t gag because he took his time, swallowing when the head was lodged against his tonsils. It was fucking heaven.
When Tate licked his way down Donovan’s shaft, shifting lower, Donovan planted his feet on the bed and spread his knees wide.
