Chapter 16 #2
Eventually, he reached across the table and grabbed my hand. He didn’t look at me and his voice was soft when he said, “I’m okay with trying. But I need slow. I need careful. Because my past experience is that trusting my gut, with men, isn’t the best choice.”
“I’m more than fine with slow and careful,” I assured him. “But I need you to be more than okay with trying. If you’re not all on board, we wait until you are. And if you don’t get there, then we don’t get there.”
“I want to try.” His voice was soft but firm. I studied his face for a good long moment before I decided to take him at his word.
“Good. Me too.” I lifted his hand to my mouth and kissed his knuckles, then stood and gathered our empty plates. “Ready for dessert? I have panna cotta in the fridge.”
“Later,” he said as I set the dishes in the sink. I’d wash them later. But then his next words had me whipping around. “We can have dessert in bed.”
I stared at him, and I was sure my eyes were wide. But he had a sexy little grin on his mouth, and he’d stood too, thumbs tucked in his front pockets, hands framing his dick. He made my mouth water and I couldn’t wait to take a bite out of him.
“What about—” I had to stop and clear my throat. “What about slow and careful?”
“In matters of the heart, snail’s pace. Bodies, on the other hand….” He ran his tongue along his bottom lip. “I want you in me.”
I stalked across the floor before I even made the conscious decision to move. I took Hawk’s face in my hands, getting lost for a moment in those gorgeous eyes of his. I saw nothing there that hinted at any sort of doubt. He wanted this, right now with me, and the rest would happen as it did.
I slid a hand to the back of his neck, pulling him forward. Hawk came willingly, eyes flicking back and forth between my mouth and my eyes. When he pressed against me, I nearly moaned. He was so seductive and didn’t even know it.
Then again, that little smirk appeared so maybe he did.
I kissed the expression right off his face, delving in with my tongue to not miss an inch.
He tasted like garlic and ginger, with a hint of wine, and I was sure I tasted the same.
Hawk gripped my shirt, trying to pull me closer, and I obliged as I adjusted the angle of our mouths to fit together better.
Reaching down, I skated my fingers over his ass and then the back of his thigh as far as I could reach, then yanked up and hooked his leg over my hip.
Hawk wobbled, not expecting it, and scrabbled for purchase before his fingers sank into my shoulders.
I held him steady, and he wound his arms around my neck.
I could not get close enough. I wanted him all over me.
“Bed. Now. Before I take you over this table,” I ground out, lifting my mouth only far enough to speak, not willing to be parted from him.
“That could be fun,” he said with a breathless laugh.
Oh, he was feeling playful, was he? I could get used to that.
Instead of answering, I tilted his head to the side and attacked his neck, making growly noises as I pretended to chew.
He squirmed, and the laugh that escaped him was just a touch desperate.
I latched on for real, sucking for a moment and nibbling a little.
I didn’t want to leave a mark because we hadn’t discussed that, but I sure as hell would have loved to.
Hawk pressed his skin harder against my mouth even as he canted his hips.
My resolve broke completely and I was literally a second away from pulling off those jeans and putting him over the table.
Instead, I eased back, made sure he was steady on his feet, and then led him down the hall to the back of my house and the primary suite.
The view from the large windows was just as impressive as the three-season room and I let Hawk have exactly five seconds to appreciate it before I started tugging on his shirt.
His breath caught, and he helped. It landed on the floor a moment later.
I couldn’t resist squeezing his pecs, running my hands through his small but fuzzy patch of chest hair, and then skating my fingers along his abs.
He was fit and toned, as I would expect from the kind of work he did.
It made me insanely glad I worked out regularly, and that I’d been putting in hours on the ranch.
I was nowhere near as toned as he was, but I didn’t have much extra fat either.
There was no getting rid of the love handles, but I wasn’t ashamed of them.
Especially not after Hawk returned the favor, peeled me out of my shirt, and immediately grabbed on to that spot.
The way his gaze darkened let me know he was a fan. Lucky for me. I kissed him, hard and fast, then nudged him back toward my big bed.
“Finish getting naked. I’ve got to get supplies.”
I turned before he responded, heading toward the en suite.
I couldn’t watch him get naked or I would have tumbled him back and made a mess out of him right there.
But I needed that moment to collect myself, and I was glad I’d stashed the lube and condoms in the bathroom.
At the time, it felt like tempting fate if I set them on the bedside table.
Now, it worked out so I could take a second to breathe.
A part of me had been wanting this since that first phone call. It had gotten buried underneath the more sensible logic that stated this would never happen. But it was. I had a hopefully naked Hawk waiting for me, ready to do filthy, dirty things.
I shucked off my slacks and briefs in the bathroom, yanked off my socks, then entered the bedroom.
Hawk was indeed gloriously naked, but lying ass up on the bed, face turned toward me.
I took a long moment just to appreciate that glorious ass, it was round and juicy, a perfect bubble butt that probably came in handy when he was on a horse for hours and that his jeans did not show off properly.
Maybe I could convince him to start wearing tighter pants.
I padded across the floor, the hardwood cool on my bare feet. After I set the bottle and strip of packets on the bedside table, I put one knee on the bed. Hawk didn’t move, but his gaze remained fixed on me. I laid over him, covering him with my body, molding all my pieces to his.
I kissed his cheek, then his ear. “There a reason you’re on your stomach?”
“So you can fuck me.” His chuckle sounded a little forced.
“Mhmm.” There was something there. I slid my arms under his, which wasn’t easy, but I managed. “This how you prefer it? Ass up and getting railed from behind?”
I’d meant for it to be playful while also figuring out where his mind was at. And maybe if I hadn’t been pressed against him from head to toe, I wouldn’t have felt him tense. It was there and gone in just a second. But he didn’t answer my question.
I didn’t think he was inexperienced. No one with his confidence could be. But I thought maybe his bad experience was rearing its ugly head, and I certainly didn’t want that. Not here between us.
“I’m up for whatever you want,” I said with a thrust of my hips, my hard and leaking cock rubbing against his ass. “But what I’d love is to turn you over, put your legs on my shoulders, and pound you until you come screaming my name. How’s that sound?”
A beat stretched between us. Then Hawk let out a breathy, “’Yeah.”
I moved fast, levering up and then flipping him over.
The shock on his face was nearly comical.
But then he yanked me down onto him, kissing me hard, and I adjusted until our dicks were against each other.
I started a slow, easy thrusting, kissing him back, and letting my hands wander.
There was a spot on his stomach that made him squirm as though he was ticklish, and when I got to the crease of his thigh, he sighed into my mouth and spread his legs wider.
Another time, I’d spend hours figuring out all of his buttons. What made him scream and what made him sigh. But neither of us had the patience for that right now.
I got my knees under me, then grabbed the condoms and lube off the table.
I made quick work of rolling on the rubber, needing that done and out of the way before I got to the slippery stuff.
I coated both hands, one stroking his dick, the other prodding his hole.
Hawk took a breath and let it out slowly, letting me in.
He was tight and hot, and I wasted no time getting him ready.
That didn’t mean I didn’t play a little, rotating my fingers, spreading them, and teasing his rim all while keeping up the steady strokes on his dick.
His breathing picked up, and he stared at my face rather than what I was doing, fingers opening and closing on my upper arms.
“Carter.” My name in a whine from his lips was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.
“You ready, baby?” I murmured, pulling my fingers out slowly and giving my own cock a few strokes. He was good and slick, but it never hurt to add more.
“Yes.”
I lined up, tucked his knees into my elbows, and pushed, watching his face the entire time.
He hissed, then moaned, panted and squirmed.
I didn’t force it, but I didn’t stop, steady pressure until I was all the way in.
I glanced down and couldn’t tear my eyes away from where we were joined.
A moment later, he let out a breath, and he relaxed.
There we go.
He was even more flexible than I expected and easily bent when I pushed his legs onto my shoulders.
I slid in just a bit more, and Hawk tipped his head back on a long moan.
Slowly, oh so slowly, I pulled out until just my tip was stretching his hole.
Then at the same inexorable pace, I thrust back in.
“Fuck me, dammit.”
“Bossy,” I muttered teasingly. But I did as he said. With each thrust, I went a little faster, a little harder, until I was slamming into him and he was grunting every time my pelvis met his ass. Sweat slid down my brow, and I buried my face against his neck, which made him howl.
“Feels so fucking good,” he panted out, hands going into my hair. “Faster.”
I didn’t think I could, but at his request, I somehow found it in me.
Faster and harder, until I knew it was a pace I couldn’t keep up for much longer.
I was breathing hard, and our sweat slick skin slid together.
One of his legs fell down my arm, but I kept up the pace, kissing his neck, trying to hold back my own orgasm.
“Grab your dick, baby. Stroke yourself and come,” I commanded, barely able to get the words out. It took Hawk a couple of seconds to cooperate but then I felt his hand sneaking between us. His knuckles brushed against my stomach as he jerked himself.
Just as I was about to admit defeat, Hawk tipped his head back and screamed my name. He clenched down so hard on me as he came that I had to stop thrusting. I circled my hips, trying to prolong his orgasm as he painted his chest with cum.
My cock was so hard it hurt and all I would need was a few more thrusts.
As soon as he relaxed even a little, I gave an experimental thrust. He didn’t protest. I lifted my head to check and he made an encouraging noise.
I chased my own release, he squeezed, and I fell over the cliff.
I slammed in, pressing as tightly as I could, and filled the condom.
When I collapsed on top of him, he wrapped his arms around me. I snuggled in, breathing hard, willing my heart to stop racing.
“I wanna stay just like this until I go soft,” I murmured into his skin as soon as I was breathing somewhat normally again. “I love holding you.”
“Oh, um…”
I lifted my head again, surprised I even had the strength, and peered at him with one eye. He was staring at the ceiling and I opened my mouth, ready to take it back and pull out. But he tightened his hold and pushed his fingers into my hair.
“Okay.”
That was it. Just one word. But it felt heavy, like it meant something. I’d figure out what it was as soon as I had brain power again. For now, I was just going to hold him, my dick still snuggly in his ass, and enjoy it.