14. Coming to the Right Guy
14
COMING TO THE RIGHT GUY
Tanner
Luke is full of surprises.
And I am here for them. But first, I need to pace myself.
I head into his bathroom and splash some cold water on my face to cool off.
It’s a gift when a man tells you exactly what he needs in bed, and I intend to deliver.
I turn the faucet higher, making it as cold as it can go. I brace myself against the icy water, and it helps settle my skyrocketing pulse. Then I wash my hands, dry them off, and grab a hand towel.
When I return to his bedroom, he’s dimmed the lights, stripped off the covers, and turned on some tunes. It’s something with a thumping beat, sung by a guy with a baritone voice. That’s about all I know, and it works for me.
He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, wearing just his shorts now. I took off my shoes and socks at the door, so as I walk over to him, I strip off my shirt.
His lips part as he stares at my chest, clearly liking what he sees.
Good. Fucking good.
“Lie back,” I tell him, then toss the hand towel down on the sheet.
He complies, scooting up to the pillows, then parking his hands behind his head, smiling. Just smiling wickedly at me as his eyes stray to the tent in his shorts.
Dear god. I will need to stick my head in the freezer at regular five-minute intervals. “You are too fucking sexy,” I say, and it’s such a relief to compliment him like this at last.
That was one of my favorite parts of touching him yesterday. Being able to tell him what I thought and how I felt.
“Good. Now undress me,” he demands, and I grin. His bossy side is fun as hell.
“If you insist,” I say as I crawl between his legs, taking his order but not quite, not yet. I dip my face to his pelvis, inhaling him as I kiss the outline of his hard shaft through the fabric.
He says something like “nnggh.”
I lift my face, then unzip his shorts and tug them off. Boxer briefs next, and…hello, handsome.
“Nice to see you again,” I say to his thick cock that’s giving me the best greeting ever with that drop of liquid beading at the head.
I help myself to a lick, moaning as I taste his desire. Luke moans too.
“Need some more,” I say, and I suck him to the root in a hot, dirty second. Letting him fill my mouth. Letting his musky scent swirl around me.
“Yes,” he mutters, arching his back, thrusting deeper.
I give a few sturdy sucks, then slide my hand lower, pressing at the base of his balls.
“Ahhh.”
I let one finger travel even lower, teasing him.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
His enthusiasm makes me feel like a rock star. But even rock stars have jobs to do. I let his dick fall from my lips, then rise to my knees and climb over him. Brace myself on my palms. Stare down at his handsome face. “Gonna take my time opening you up,” I tell him, since Luke likes dirty talk.
He nods a few times. Fast. Needy.
“Gonna fuck you real good with my fingers.”
His breath stutters out. “Yeah. Want that.”
“Then I’m gonna take you apart, thrust by slow fucking thrust, with my cock,” I say, punctuating my plans with a pump of my hips.
“Do it. Fucking do it, Tanner.”
I nuzzle his neck, lavishing kisses there as I lower my body to his. But these clothes. These damn jeans.
I pull away, jumping off him, unzipping in no time.
“Yes, take it all off, baby,” he says, urging me on like I did to him at Rapture.
Happily, I comply. I’m not the dancer he is. But what I lack in moves, I make up for in confidence. I strip like a man who’s going to fuck his lover good tonight.
When I’m naked, I climb back over him, covering him with my body. When our dicks touch, we both groan. With one hand, I grab his face again, kissing roughly, deeply, as we rub against each other.
The friction is mind-bending. My whole body is alive and electric. I could do this for a long time.
Not tonight though.
Tonight, the man placed his order from the menu of me. Time to serve it up.
I wrench away from him, savoring the look on his bruised lips as I move back down the bed, settling between his thighs. As he plants his feet wide, he reaches for the lube on his nightstand, then tosses it to me. I catch it.
“Do they know you can field lube as well as you can handle balls?”
I roll my eyes as I drizzle the lube on my fingers. “You tell me if I can handle balls as well as a baseball,” I say as I press one slicked-up finger against his ass, then cup his balls with my other hand.
Luke grunts. Closes his eyes. Lifts his hips.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I murmur as I give the man what he wants. Some good old-fashioned dick and ass worship. I kiss the head of his cock while I press a finger against his entrance. He rewards me with a lush groan. I swirl my tongue around the head as I push into him.
A sharp intake of breath comes next. I sit up, stroke his dick with my other hand, then go deeper.
A long, intense ahhh fills my ears as Luke wriggles on the bed.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I say.
He just smiles with his eyes closed, looking so utterly blissed out. Maybe he needs someone to take care of him in bed. He came to the right guy.
As I languidly stroke his cock, I explore his ass with my finger. Crooking it.
His eyes fly open. “Yes.”
“That’s right. Take another one,” I say, urging him on as I slide in another finger.
He groans, bumping his ass down onto my fingers. He tips his chin at me, all brazen. “More,” he says, like a command.
My dick is a flagpole, but I can’t care about how he’s turned me to steel. I need to last like steel.
Slicking up my fingers some more, I concentrate solely on my mission. I ease three fingers into him.
He barks out a curse.
“Good?”
“So. Fucking. Good.”
I scissor my fingers inside him, opening him and stroking his prostate at the same damn time.
Soon, he’s sweating. His chest is damp. His shoulders heave. Still, I keep going, loosely shuttling my fist up and down his cock as I get him ready.
His dick twitches in my hand.
His lips twist in torture.
He grips the sheets.
If he’s this worked up already, just imagine how he’ll be when I put him on his knees. Press his shoulders down. Fuck him good and slow and sensually.
Lust jolts me everywhere.
Now.
I need him now.
Evidently, he needs me too, since he’s slapping his hand aimlessly around on the nightstand, searching for a condom. I ease out my fingers, swipe them on the hand towel, then drop a kiss to his greedy lips.
Like a hungry man, he takes it, but only for a few seconds. “Now. Condoms in the drawer,” he says.
A rush of heat slides down my spine. I can’t believe I get to have him. I’m shaking with a desire so strong, so powerful, I barely know what to do with it.
Climbing off him, I turn my back to find the protection, asking, “How do you want me?”
But he’s rustling around on the bed, shifting, and when I crane my neck, my dick jumps in happiness.
My friend is on his hands and knees, offering his perfect ass to me.
I know exactly what to do with this desire.
Please him.
I roll on the condom, add some more lube, then get on my knees behind him and palm his globes. Firm and muscular. “Mmm. I want to make it so fucking good for you,” I say.
“Then get in me. Now,” he demands.
“So bossy,” I say as I slide my cock between his cheeks.
His head drops down with a guttural moan. “Now,” he says, but it’s more plaintive this time.
He rocks back, asking for me. But Luke likes to play. I don’t give him what he’s begging for just yet.
Instead, I smack my dick against his ass. “Like that?”
He shudders. “Yes.”
I nestle my cock between those cheeks, sliding up, down, up, down. His moans are a filthy soundtrack and they crank me up.
As I ride his crack in a long, slow tease, I circle my arm around his hip, then grasp his cock in my hand.
His breath hisses. “Fuck,” he mutters.
But it sounds like please . “Did you mean… please fuck me, Tanner ?”
He doesn’t even try to zing me. He simply repeats, “Please fuck me, Tanner.”
My cells overheat. My skin sizzles. I never knew how much I needed those words tonight till he gave them to me.
I let go of him, curl one hand over his ass, then guide my dick inside him. When I breach Luke, there’s a strangled mutter. A garbled yes that sounds like it comes through gritted teeth.
“Does it hurt?”
“Just tight,” he bites out.
I smile. “I fucking know.”
“And you like it,” he says.
I sink in another inch, my world narrowing to the tight grip of his ass on me. “So much,” I grunt.
Rocking back, he raises his ass. “Do it,” he urges.
I comply, sinking all the way in, and holy hell.
He’s too tight. Too hot. Too sexy. We both grunt like animals.
Steady. Take your time.
I pull back, slide in nice and easy.
Luke moans. I do it again. Savoring every slow thrust. Every pump of my hips. Each sway of his ass.
And every single affirming moan from my lover.
My balls are aching. I run a hand up his back, curling it over his shoulder. “Like this?” I ask, since I need a moment.
So I don’t blow in the next sixty seconds.
He shakes his head. “No.”
Wait. What? He doesn’t like how we’re fucking? But I’m not going to be precious. “Tell me what you need.”
He looks back at me, desire and need rimming his eyes. Vulnerability too. Like this isn’t easy for him to say, but he’s going to do it anyway. “Don’t fuck me slow anymore. Fuck me hard. Pound me into the mattress.”
What the man wants…
I take his order and I raise it, grabbing that fine ass in both hands and slamming him back onto my cock. Hard. He yelps in pleasure.
Mercilessly, I fuck him, watching my dick bury itself in his body over and over. “My dick looks so fucking good in you,” I rasp out.
“Feels so fucking good in me,” he growls.
I keep up that relentless pace, pushing his shoulders down to the mattress, nailing him till he maneuvers an arm under him so he can grab his cock.
When he curls a fist around his dick, I nearly lose my mind and shoot early.
But I stave off my release, batting his hand away. “Mine. That orgasm is mine.”
“Then give it to me,” he urges.
I yank him up to his hands and knees again so I can fuck him and jerk him at the same time. When we find just the right position, my fist is flying, but I slow my thrusts.
Need to get him there. Really fucking soon.
Beneath me, he’s gasping, groaning, then pulsing in my hand. He curses incoherent words of bliss as he shoots, covering my palm with his release.
My pulse thunders, and my body speeds into overdrive.
I fuck him till I’m coming mere seconds later, gasping out a long string of bitten-off curse words till I finish with the most truthful words of all.
“Wow. Just fucking wow.”
From under me, he mutters a hoarse, “Yeah. I know.”
When I pull out, he flops down on the covers, then says, “Want to shower?”
I do. So much I smile stupidly, grateful he can’t see me. “Yes.”
His cat is watching me though. The tabby’s staring at me from the nightstand like she can see into my soul.
Like she knows how much more I want from this man.