“Show me.”
Ricky rose up on his knees and lazily stroked his cock. Tall and stacked with muscle, the man was fucking gorgeous.
Leaning back down, Ricky angled his hips and aligned their dicks side by side. Then he rubbed them together, gliding his hand up and down the lengths, slowly jacking them off.
There were no words after that. No race to a finish line. No mindless, uncontrollable thrusting. Ricky fondled and explored with expert fingers solely for the pleasure of touch and affection.
Martin saw it in Ricky’s eyes, felt it in every loving stroke. Ricky intended to make love to him, and the prospect filled him with a need that went beyond physical lust.
Ricky moved up his body and worshiped him with lips and tongue. A kiss on the scar on his head. A nibble on his ear lobe. A lick across his mouth. Then he slid downward, paying homage to skin and muscle. By the time he finished, he’d kissed every part of Martin’s anatomy he could reach.
The adoration left Martin panting and twisting on the bed. Blissful heat bloomed around his perineum and disseminated through his balls and anus. He felt Ricky everywhere, around him, against him, inside him, and they hadn’t even had sex.
The eternal buildup had produced the deepest, most intense feeling in his body. The fire Ricky had stoked howled into a conflagration. Martin needed to fuck, and he didn’t care how. Hard, gentle, fast, fierce—it was going to happen.
He pushed up, wrapped his arms around Ricky, and flipped him face down on the bed.
“Stop.” Ricky didn’t move or raise his voice. “I’m not going to fight you, but I need you to listen.”
“I’m listening.” Martin gripped his ass and speared three fingers between his hard cheeks. “You can talk while I’m fucking you.”
“Face to face.” Craning his neck, Ricky glared back at him. “I’m going to roll over.”
His spine tensed as his mind spun to understand the position. He knew it could be done, but why?
“Martin.” Ricky shifted to his back and opened his legs. “Come here.”
The heat in Martin’s groin evaporated, and his body chilled with unease.
“You’ve never had sex this way?” Ricky widened his eyes. “Not even with a woman?”
He scoured his mind, digging through old memories—quick fucks, stolen moments, up against a wall, bent over a piece of furniture, doggy in the backseat of a car. Sex had always been a means to an end. A hard, fast release.
“No.” His answer fell on a choked breath.
“My tortured, beautiful man. I couldn’t be more in love with you.” Ricky gripped his hand and pulled him down.
Martin lowered on top of him, chest to chest, cock against cock, and let his weight rest in the cradle of Ricky’s powerful body.
Their lips met in a soft caress. A nibble here. A sip there. He inched back to see the lust in Ricky’s eyes and closed in again, kissing and breathing as one. His hips rocked in a languid motion, swiveling, grinding, and feeding the heat between them.
He stretched his mouth wide, reaching deeper, and Ricky opened for him, angling his head and licking away doubts and reservations. If sex with Ricky was as poignant and passionate as this, Martin wouldn’t be the same afterward.
He’d never felt so wanted, so loved, so damn alive.
His heart sputtered beneath the heavy emotion, and he broke away, panting and clinging to Ricky’s dependable gaze. Then he dove back for more, his tongue moving in a dreamlike state, a higher level of oneness. Every touch lifted them in harmony. Every lick burned him hotter.
By the time they came up for air, he was ravenous.
He sat back on his knees and stared down at their cocks. Engorged and leaking from the tips, they jutted across Ricky’s abs, side by side. They looked so fucking sexy together.
“I need to be inside you.” He grabbed Ricky at the root and stroked. “Right now.”
“Keep your eyes on mine.” Ricky flexed his hips in Martin’s grip and groaned. “No rushing to the end. We’re going to enjoy this.”
Martin gathered spit in his mouth and angled his head over his aching cock. Parting his lips, he let his saliva trickle out and run down his length.
“I’m going to come just from watching you do that.” Ricky shifted restlessly beneath him, clawing at the blankets.
Collecting more spit, Martin lathered his fingers and massaged them against Ricky’s anus.
“This is happening.” Ricky stared up at him in awe. “We’re doing this.”
“I don’t know if slow and easy will be good for you.” He lined himself up with Ricky’s opening. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You’ve been kissing me for a month. I don’t think you realize how incredibly affectionate you are.”
He was?
The sucking of lips, the drugging sweetness of breaths, the whispered words… Ricky and Tula were under his skin, expunging nightmares and replacing them with dreams.