Scoring With Him (Men of Summer 1) - Page 88

His cock slides along my stomach, leaving a trail of arousal, and that’s what I want. Him in me. “Mmm. I want that with you. Giving and getting. But I’m gonna want to come that way if you get that wicked tongue near me,” I say, my voice all smoky. I lift my face closer to his, haul him against me, paint his lips with mine. Then I break the kiss. “Right now, I want to be close to you. I need you inside me.”

Grant shudders, his skin flushing, his body vibrating, his desire rolling off him in waves.

He reaches for a condom, opens it, and slides it down his shaft. “First time I’ve ever worn one of these,” he says, kind of in awe, reaching for the lube and adding more to the protection.

My God, it’s so sexy to watch him do that. Safe sex is the hottest thing ever.

Except that’s not true. Safe sex with Grant is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

When he’s covered, I lie down, reach for the back of my thighs and lift my legs in the air.

He settles between my thighs, and I help him along, guiding his cock against me, my knees up, my body open.

Ready for him.

And my God, does he look a sight.

Turned on, aroused, and ready to have the man he’s falling for too.

“Fuck me, rookie. I’m yours.”

36

Grant

I’m shaking with lust.

Trembling with desire.

He’s so gorgeous, so sexy, and he’s here. Giving his body to me. I don’t want to let him down. I want to make it so good for him. Want him to feel as incredible as I do.

With my weight on my knees, and one hand on the bed by his shoulder, I rub the head of my cock against his ass.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmurs.

For a second, the fear of hurting him needles my mind. “Will you tell me if you don’t like it?”

“I promise, but I’m gonna love it.” Declan’s dark eyes are fevered, frantic with desire as he urges me inside.

I believe him completely.

And I push in, the crown of my cock breaching his body.

His reaction is all my fantasies. All my wet dreams.

“More, give me more,” he commands, his voice thick with lust.

The feeling is nearly indescribable. I’m made only of sensations. Of heat, of electricity, of white-hot magic.

Then I sink deeper and deeper still, and holy fuck.

I’m there.

I’m inside my man.

This is where I belong.

My muscles quake from how staggeringly intense this is, him gripping me, me filling him. “This is insane,” I whisper.

“You feel so good,” he groans as he widens his legs more, opens himself up, lifts his ass higher.

And holy fuck. Holy hell. Holy bliss.

My balls are singing hallelujah. My dick is conducting an erotic symphony. And I am dying, just dying, from the utter perfection of this moment.

I’m fucking the man I’m in love with.

And he’s fucking me right back.

He lifts and rocks.

I pump and thrust.

Rolling my hips, I go deeper, pressing my hands against the mattress. “Yes,” I grunt since once again, words escape me.

But not him. The man is a champion talker in bed, and he ropes his arms around my back and tugs me closer. “You feel incredible,” he moans, all soft and desperate. “I love the way you’re fucking me.”

I tremble everywhere, up and down my body, from his words of praise.

“You like this?” Declan asks on a ragged groan.

“Oh God, I love it,” I say, recovering speech, because how can I not tell him?

This is everything.

A shudder rolls through me as I indulge in several long, slow strokes, and my man just moans and groans.

Then, he shoots me a daring look, parts his lips and says, “You like . . . this?”

And he clenches his ass around my cock. I grunt, sounding like an animal as pleasure spins wickedly in me, hitting me full throttle. “You cocktease. I’m gonna come if you do that,” I rasp.

Declan reaches for me, hands grabbing my face, staring hard at me, lust in his eyes. Passion laces his dark gaze. “I want you to come, rookie. Want to watch you lose control.”

“You first,” I beg. “Please.”

He drags me close, spears my mouth with his tongue, and rolls his hips, working me with that sexy body, and sending me toward the edge.

I’m aching to come as I plunge in deep.

Sweat slicks down his chest. “You want me to jack myself?” he asks. “Are you close?”

I give a few deep thrusts. “You have no idea.”

He lets go of my face, reaches for his cock, and grips it hard, stroking fast.

In a blur.

I nearly blackout from how lethally sexy this is.

I just . . . I never . . .

I’m on another planet, in another solar system, as pleasure throbs through me while Declan jerks himself under me, groaning, tossing his head back, losing his mind to the sensations he’s bringing himself, to the sensations I’m bringing him.

Tags: Lauren Blakely Men of Summer M-M Romance
Source: readsnovelonline.net
readsnovelonline.net Copyright 2016 - 2024