Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8
BEN
My eyes fell closed as he continued kissing the column of my neck. He’d been crying only minutes ago. Was this too soon? Was I taking advantage if I let this go further?
I dismissed the worries. Heath knew himself, and if this was what he wanted, why wouldn’t I agree? Because I sure as hell knew I wanted him right back.
I tugged on the silky strands of his hair, eliciting a moan. When his lips reached my jaw, I gently pulled so I could search his eyes for any sign of hesitation, but all I found was desire. Need.
One beat passed. Two, three.
I surged forward and was surprised to find his lips closer than expected. We clashed together. He cupped my face in his hands as I gripped his thigh. His hungry kiss made me dizzy with my own need.
As the kiss continued, we shifted toward each other. I was minutes away from climbing onto Heath’s lap or pulling him onto mine.
Heath let out a soft moan as I tugged on his earlobe with my teeth. The sound settled in my heart like the last piece of a puzzle sliding snuggly into place.
Fuck it. I wanted more contact, so I swung my leg over his lap and settled on his thighs, cupping the back of his neck with my hand. It wasn’t easy in my snug pants.
“Yes,” Heath said with a sigh as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
I tilted my head back as Heath sucked a kiss on my Adam’s apple. Each point of contact sent flames skittering across my skin.
Leading to tonight, a part of me had feared our easy friendship and flirting wouldn’t have legs outside of the parameters we’d constructed in the coffee shop. I should’ve known not to worry. Whatever was between us had real potential, and I’d be foolish to ignore the intense spark.
Our slow, languid kisses set a thousand fires racing through my veins. My hips began a slow rotation, and the increased friction made me moan. If I didn’t stop, we’d hit a point of no return, with one or both of us coming in our jeans.
I pulled back. “How far do you want to go?” Given the emotional beginning, I wanted him to lead the pace tonight.
Heath slid his hands down into the back of my pants to cup my bare ass. “Is it too fast if I say as far as you’ll let me?”
A man who knew what he wanted. I liked that. I draped my arm around his shoulders and leaned close to nibble along his earlobe. He squeezed and massaged my ass. I pressed into his touch, but his fingertips weren’t close enough to where I wanted them.
“Do you have condoms?” I whispered in his ear.
Heath had starred in a couple of dreams lately that had left me hard and aching when I’d woken up. The dreams and the way he kissed and held me left me with a need to feel him deep inside. If this were merely a fling, I wouldn’t have messed around with bottoming, but I craved it with Heath. I was down to top too. Hell, I was down to do whatever if we were both naked.
“Yeah.” He pulled me against him, grinding against my pelvis with more force.
“Good. My last test was a month ago after a hookup. No one since and nothing on my results to report,” I offered.
He flicked his tongue against my earlobe. “Nothing positive on mine either. I haven’t been with anyone since my physical a few months ago.”
Heath urged me to my feet. As soon as we stood, we clumsily removed our shirts while trying to kiss each patch of revealed skin on each other’s bodies. By the time we reached his bedroom, I regretted the snug pants. I hadn’t expected us to do anything tonight, so I’d opted for a fit that showed off my assets. There was nothing sexy about peeling the fabric off my legs.
I half noticed maple furniture, a fluffy, white comforter, and the absence of clutter like the rest of his apartment, but most of my attention was focused on the three trees tattooed over his pec. A thin trail of dark hair led along his round belly. I couldn’t wait to kiss his skin there.
“You look good in those pants.” Heath hooked a finger in a belt loop.
I let out a sharp laugh. “Hold on to that image because I’m about to run a deficit on hotness points when you see me try to strip out of them.”
“I’ll race you. Then we’ll both look goofy.”
My lips widened into a broad smile. “You’re on.”
I nearly fell over multiple times in the process, and by the time I kicked the pants off my toes, tears of laughter filled my eyes.
Heath stepped into my space and looped his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him. “Your hotness points skyrocketed. I like it when you laugh.”
“And nearly give myself a concussion by almost careening into your dresser?”
“That too.”
I kissed his crooked grin, then moved out of his grasp and flopped onto the bed. As I settled myself against his pillows, he dropped onto the bed on his knees and crawled up my body, dragging his fingernails along my legs. I melted into his touch as he lowered his weight onto me and kissed me deeply. Before I could get my arms around him, he retraced the path of his fingernails with his lips. Each kiss he placed on my chest, stomach, and hips left tingles behind.
My toes curled when his warm breath ghosted over the sensitive skin of my hard dick. “Are you stalling?”
“I prefer to call it building anticipation.”
“It’s working,” I said in a strained voice as my head dropped against his pillow.
My thighs quaked as Heath tongued the crown of my cock and licked the precum before engulfing me in the wet heat of his mouth. All I could do was surrender to his enthusiastic worship of my cock and balls.
Heath pulled off and blinked at me. His lips were red and wet. “Lube? In the drawer.” He gestured in the area of the nightstand before sucking me back down his throat.
Without looking, I felt around until my fingers brushed something bottle-shaped. I handed it to him, then bit my fist to hold back a loud groan when he teased slick fingers around my hole. His apartment shared a wall, and I didn’t want to piss off his neighbors.
I lifted my head and sucked in a breath at the sight of Heath. His legs were bent at the knee as he sat back on his haunches. His lubed fist stroked my cock while his other hand thrust a finger in and out. As I let my legs fall open, I begged him for more. Soon, he had two fingers, then three, stretching me to take him.
Heath’s confident command of my pleasure had my eyes rolling back in my head. If it was this good our first time, how would it be once we learned each other’s bodies? I wasn’t sure I’d survive that much passion.
When he leaned down to tease my nipple with his tongue, I reached back into the drawer until I touched a plastic packet. I dropped the condom on my chest, next to his face.
With a rough chuckle, he straightened and gently pulled his fingers from me. “I can take a hint.”
“Not sure that was subtle enough to be a hint.”
Heath’s laughter turned into a moan as he stroked himself several times before sliding on the condom and lubing up. He dropped onto his forearms on each side of my head and covered my body with his. I wrapped my legs around his waist. With his slick fingers, Heath reached between us and gave my cock slow strokes. The sensation balanced the pressure as he pushed inside me. I straddled the fine line between pleasure and pain.
As Heath slid home—the front of his thighs brushing the back of mine—I tipped my head back and groaned. Sorry, neighbors. He stilled as I adjusted to the feeling of his cock inside me. He wasn’t particularly long but thicker than I was used to.
I wished there was a mirror behind Heath so I could watch the slow rock of his ass as he pumped in and out.
First times with guys were never this satisfying. It was usually good enough but often bumbling and a little disappointing. My toes never curled to the point where I worried about a foot cramp.
Heath found a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out and absolutely wrecking my world in the best way.
How the hell had signing up to take on a crochet project led to this? To Heath? To maybe us as a couple if things went as I hoped. I wanted more with him. I wanted to stay over and make breakfast together in the morning. I wanted to lounge around and plan our next date between kisses.
I wanted so much more, and Heath’s eyes made promises as I stared into them.
He rocked his hips and nailed my prostate, sending a jolt of pleasure racing through my body.
“Feel good?”
“You can’t tell?” My eyes rolled back in my head.
Through a rough chuckle, he licked beads of sweat from my neck.
My balls drew close to my body and a familiar tingle in my gut warned me this would end soon. I pushed at Heath’s hips and rolled us over because I wanted to drive. Heath watched me with wide sex-drunk eyes as I found a rhythm while jerking myself off. His fingernails dug into my hips with enough force that I wouldn’t be surprised to find a patch of crescent moons in the morning.
“Ben, you’re so…ngh—” He licked his lips and thrust into me. I’d never felt sexier than with Heath’s full attention on me while I brought us both gratification.
The roughness of his grip tipped me over the edge. My strokes stuttered as I shot over Heath’s chest. Pleasure crashed through me as I tensed my thighs, pushing Heath as deep as I could get him. I dropped my head between my shoulders as stars sparked in my vision.
Heath pumped into me as he murmured praise about how sexy I was and how good I made him feel. I curled over his body, dancing along the edge of oversensitive and loving every damn second of it. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me close until his lips pressed a wet kiss at the crook of my neck while pumping long, forceful thrusts into me. I moaned in his ear, and his body went rigid. He grunted as he filled the condom.
I collapsed against him and kissed the underside of his jaw. “Holy shit.”
Heath’s laughter was a warm rumble in my ear. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
I angled my face toward his and studied his soft smile in the moonlight. “I wouldn’t mind another round if you feed me first.”
His smile grew as he teased his fingertips along my spine. “How about breakfast?”
“You read my mind.”