Chapter 13 #2
“Get over here.” Thaddeus crooked his finger, and when I reached the end of the bed, he crawled toward me on his hands and knees and shoved his nose into the crease of my groin, inhaling deeply.
When he was done, he leaned back and studied the area like it was a problem to be solved.
“So that’s a true working-man’s scent, huh? Damn. Why is that so sexy?”
I was about to offer to take a shower when Thaddeus nuzzled in again and proceeded to lick a trail from my groin to my balls, then up the length of my desperate cock to suckle on the head. My knees almost buckled, pleasure exploding through me so unexpectedly.
“Fuck, Thaddeus,” I gasped. “Warn a guy next time.”
He regarded me with a wicked smile, then got up on his knees and cradled my face, drawing me in for a gentle but thorough kiss.
I let him lead. One, because he was already doing it, and fuck me if I was going to interrupt that piece of heaven.
And two, because I didn’t want to accidentally hurt his lip.
His kiss went from gentle to firm to hungry to desperate, and somewhere along the way, I forgot about his lip, ravishing his mouth like I couldn’t get enough.
I kissed over his face, along his bruised jaw and down his throat.
He responded in kind, and then our mouths crashed together again as our hands took over, roaming the curves of each other’s bodies, hearts racing, dicks nudging, hips pressing, groaning, muttering, humming—the inescapable thrill of a first time with someone who really cranked your shit.
Someone you didn’t just want but genuinely liked. As in, really, really liked.
Dangerously liked.
I wasn’t quite done exploring when Thaddeus suddenly pulled away and turned full circle on the bed. He backed his knees to the edge, fell forward on his hands, and dragged a pillow closer. Then he presented his arse with a tempting wiggle and a tart look over his shoulder. “See something you like?”
Holy shit. Who was this guy? When I could drag my tongue back off the floor, I groaned and cupped those plump cheeks in both hands, kneading them briefly before prising them apart and blowing on his hole, watching it pucker and release.
A filthy moan circled the room and Thaddeus’s head fell forward. “Oh, fuck, yeah. Do that again.”
And so, I did. And again, his moans growing needier with each pass. I reached for the lube and slicked the fingers of one hand, then dribbled some down his crease.
He jumped and hissed, “Bastard.”
I smiled and slid a finger into his hole, biting his butt cheek as I worked the tip in and out.
“Fuuuuuck.” He groaned and pushed back, taking it deeper.
I added a second, tunnelling deep into his arse as he rocked back and forth on his knees, fucking himself. When I grazed his prostate, he bucked at the rush of sensation and cried out, “Oh . . . fuck, fuck, fuck.” Then he looked over his shoulder and gasped, “You got more where that came from?”
I grinned and leaned down to bite his butt at the same time as I once again hit his prostate.
He buried his face in the pillow, panting and squirming. “Holy fuck. Yep, that’ll do it.”
I licked the mark I’d left on his butt and then kissed down his crease toward his hole.
He went still beneath me, muscles tense, anticipating, waiting.
When I reached his crease, I slid my tongue across the slackening muscle of his hole, and a groan of pleasure rumbled up his throat.
I licked down to his balls and then back, swirling the tip of my tongue around the opening before dipping inside, my fingertip sliding alongside, fucking him with both until he was spouting a nonsense jumble of words and curses and groans and occasionally my name.
When he was a writhing mess on the bed, I removed my finger and let my tongue and mouth do the work, kissing and nibbling and fucking while my hand worked his cock.
On and on until Thaddeus’s legs buckled beneath him and he collapsed into a molten puddle of need on the bed.
I flipped him over and his eyelids fluttered open, that tawny gaze locking accusingly onto mine.
“Who the fuck taught you to do that?” He scowled up at me. “Fucking ninja tongue, sneaky, torture shit. You’re gonna teach me some of those tricks.”
I nodded solemnly and climbed over the bed until I kneeled beside him. “First principle of ninja sex—trust.” I slid my hands under his body and lifted him two feet up the bed.
“Holy crap.” A wide-eyed stare was plastered on his face.
I straddled his body on my hands and knees and looked down at him. “Trust, grasshopper, trust.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You can’t just haul unsuspecting men around like they were a lump of—”
I clamped a hand over his mouth. “The second principle is silence.” I closed my eyes and smiled appreciatively. “Ah, much better.”
Thaddeus’s wet tongue coursed over my palm, and I jerked my hand away. “Third principle,” Thaddeus said, eyeing me sideways. “Mindfulness. As in paying attention. As in it’s always best to fuck your lover before they fall asleep and you look like a total jerk.”
“Mmm.” I nodded sagely. “Indeed. The critical third principle.” I waggled my eyebrows. “Closely followed by the fourth principle.” I kissed down his body toward his long, slender cock. “Patience.” I wrapped my lips over the flushed head and took him down.
“Oh . . . f-f-fuuuuck.” Thaddeus fisted the covers and slammed his head back into the pillow as I swallowed around him. I repeated the slide again and again until he yanked on my hair and pulled me up to face him.
“You need to move this along or I’m gonna lose my shit down your throat any moment and to hell with the fifth principle.”
I wiped the back of my hand over my mouth and shot him a questioning look. “The fifth principle?”
He grinned. “Reciprocation, baby. Reciprocation.”
I laughed and covered his body with my own, trying and failing to remember the last time I’d had this much fun in bed.
With our cocks nestled happily together, we kissed and ground against each other.
Thaddeus slid his hands around my waist and wrapped his legs around my hips, arching his back as he searched for friction and moaning needily when he found it.
“God, that feels so good,” he murmured into my open mouth, his hips circling, the slick slide of cock on cock rushing me perilously close to the edge.
I planted a kiss on the end of his nose, then ran a line of them up his forehead and into his hair as we rutted with increasing urgency. I cradled his face and stared down at him. “You want me to fuck you, baby?”
His eyes danced with humour, and he let his legs fall aside. “What gave me away?”
I chuckled. “Throwing the condoms at me was a decent first clue.”
He snorted and rewrapped his legs around my hips, niftily rolling me onto my back in a surprise move that caught me off guard.
When he straddled my hips, I was once again struck by the collage of bruises spanning his chest. But when I tried to trace the pattern with my fingers, he took my hand and kissed the palm.
“I’m fine.” He ran the tip of his finger down my nose and throat, all the way to my leaking cock. “Time for the sixth principal.”
I chuckled. “This should be good.” I reached for his leaking dick, but Thaddeus scooted out of reach.
He lowered his head to put his lips against my ear. “Stamina, my little apprentice. Don’t hold back.” He pulled up and stared down at me, those golden eyes drilling deep into my soul. “I want it to hurt just a little, Ryder. I want to feel it. I want to fly.”
And I want to forget . . . about him. Thaddeus didn’t need to say the words for me to know that’s what he meant. I understood that was part, if not all, of what this was between us. I needed to be good with that, or I needed to walk away.
Sensible words.
If a person chose to listen.
“I can do that,” I promised. “Principle seven.”
Thaddeus arched a brow.
“Follow through and deliver.”
He grinned and reached for the condom on the pillow beside me.
He pulled it from the foil and rolled it down my throbbing cock.
The squeeze was almost enough to push me over.
I shoved his hand away and breathed through the urge while he watched, a smirk etched over his face.
When I was back under control, I slicked on some lube while Thaddeus shoved a fistful up his arse.
I had to drag my eyes away so I didn’t offload there and then; he looked so fucking debauched.
When we were done, I pulled him on top of me, one hand cupping his arse, the other, the back of his neck. “How do you want to do this?”
Thaddeus eyed my cock with a raised brow. “Fuck, Ryder, you’re not exactly small.”
I fought a smile. I wasn’t that long, but yeah, I was thick. I drew him down for a kiss, then brushed my nose against his. “Is that a problem? You know, we don’t have to do this—”
He swallowed my words with a kiss. “Oh no, baby, we absolutely do have to do this.” He rolled off me and onto his back, hiking his legs and beckoning me on top with a flick of his head. “Get up here.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice.
I climbed on top and sank between his knees, shuffling into position until my cock rested gently against his hole.
“Ryder?”
I looked up to find Thaddeus smiling. We locked eyes, and I pressed in, slowly sinking into his blistering heat, centimetre by centimetre, the vice-like grip on my dick almost painful.
As the stretch burned, Thaddeus grimaced, his body tensing around the intrusion, his breath catching in short, sharp gasps.
I paused and kissed his nose. “Breathe, baby. Breathe.”
He swore softly, smiled, and breathed, his eyes never leaving mine.
And when he was ready, he bore down to ease the final slide home.
I cradled his face as he puffed and slowly adjusted.
I pressed light butterfly kisses to his cheeks while quashing the irresistible urge to pull back and slam into him.