10. Tennant
TEN
Tennant
“You really don’t have to knock,” Mads informed me after opening the door.
I threw myself at him, plastering my lips to his, my bag hitting the floor with a dull whump as we staggered into the nearest wall. The door creaked shut.
Mads hefted me up tighter to him. “That was quite the greeting.”
“I told them,” I gasped, the kiss robbing me of breath.
He looked at me questioningly, but kept me pressed to him, his hands resting on my hips.
“My parents. I told them I was gay and they were totally okay with it!”
“Wow.” His mouth hung open a bit. “That’s… wow. Did you tell them about us?”
“No. Well, not really. I said there was someone, but I didn’t mention names.” His exhalation was huge. “I wouldn’t throw you under the bus like that. You mean too much to me.”
Mads buried his face in my neck, tasted the skin under my ear, then pulled back so that he could cup my face. He spent a whole minute just looking at me. My hands moved up and down his arms.
“I’d really like to make love to you”
“I’d really like to be inside you.”
My first thought was to pump the air and hoot, “Finally!” I bit that reaction back.
“I would love that so much.”
Mads picked up my bag, then offered me his hand. For some reason, after all the time spent pitching myself around because of lack of sex, now that he was waiting for me to take his hand to actually go have sex, I was feeling stupid and shy.
He arched a brow. “If you’re not ready, Ten, that’s fine.”
“No, I’m ready.” I placed my hand in his. My heart started dancing irregularly. “Are you kidding? I’ve been ready for weeks. Months.”
“There’s a difference between being physically ready and mentally ready.” We stood in his tidy living room—which had all kinds of furnishings—holding hands while he tried to feel me out. “Are you sure you’re mentally ready?”
“I’m sure.” I stepped up to him and kissed him with all I had, our clasped hands pinned between his chest and mine. When we broke apart, I found his gaze resting on me. “I’m so sure. I want you inside me.”
“Dear God, Tennant.”
He sighed, took a light kiss, then led me to his bedroom.
It was a nice room. Filled with a dresser and a bed.
I’d been in it at least two dozen times, but now that we were getting down to more than humping each other or touching each other’s dicks through our underwear, the room seemed bigger, the bed enormous.
Hell, my lover suddenly seemed to have grown a foot or two.
“You look like you’re ready to run,” he said.
“I’m feeling stupid and small.”
He released my hand, then placed my overnight bag beside the light oak dresser.
“Okay, so I’ve sucked lots of dick, right?” My nerves were jangling. Mads nodded. “So, I’m good with that. But the other stuff…”
“Tennant, there’s no rule that says we have to have anal sex.”
“No, see, I want to, but the last time it kind of went badly. It hurt, and he was a fumbling moron like I was. See, I want this to be perfect for you.”
“And it will be. Why don’t we just see where our passion takes us?
” He pulled off his Railers T-shirt and let it drop to the floor, then he unzipped the old jeans he’d been wearing.
They slipped down to his ankles, along with his boxers.
Dear God, there was so much Mads. His body was hard and lean, bigger than mine in just about every way.
He let me look at him for as long as I needed.
I rushed to peel off my clothes, then felt a little inadequate in comparison to him. His cock was so rugged and male. Thick and long and uncut, hard, and weepy with fat veins. And then there was mine, which up to that point I’d thought was pretty damn impressive.
“By God, you are so beautiful,” he said, which made me flush. “Look at that. I didn’t think Tennant Rowe knew how to blush. It looks good on you.”
My feelings were all over the place. I suddenly felt like a kid. Like some stupid kid who was finally where he wanted to be and was just realizing that he was in over his head.
“Can you come touch me, please?” I asked, hoping that wasn’t too weak a request.
“I’d love to.” He padded over to me, his gaze staying with mine. “Why don’t you tell me what you want, Tennant?”
“You,” I managed to croak, my fingertips crying out to reach out and touch him. “I want you to touch me everywhere. Kiss me everywhere. Then I want you inside me.”
“Are you sure?”
Mads took that last step—the one that pressed his nude body to mine. His prick nestled against mine. I whimpered a bit. He slid a hand around me, pulled me flush to him, and lowered his head to kiss my neck. My head fell back, my eyes slid shut, and my body became his to do with as he wanted.
“Are you sure, Tennant?”
“Yes, yes, I’m sure.”
He put a few soft bites along my throat, then eased me back onto the bed, his weight settling on top of me.
He felt perfect. Strong and long, firm with sharp planes and rolling muscles under my fingers.
I wrapped around him like one of those flowery, clingy vines Mom planted by the lamp post in the back yard.
Mads kissed me. I blossomed under his mouth and hands.
All this time I’d thought I was so experienced and such a top-notch lover, but Mads showed me that making love to someone was vastly different from simply fucking someone.
He was so gentle, so patient, easing me into lying back in his arms as he stroked me and petted me, kissed my chest and toyed with my ass.
“If you want me to stop, just say so,” he repeated while working me into a lather.
By the time he was pressing a finger into me, I was beyond speech.
Animalistic sounds and grunts were all that came out of me.
He worked that slippery finger in while dropping kisses along my cheek and eye. “How are you?”
“Great. Ah, man, that is amazing.” I groaned, then shivered, my fingers twisted in the bedding.
“Good, good.” He stole a kiss, then pulled that finger out.
I arched up, eager for more. “This is going to be even better.” He pushed two fingers in, then began rotating them, pressing them deep, scissoring them, and bumping my prostate.
“Shhh, shhh,” he whispered as I thrashed around wildly, my balls tightening up.
The fingering stalled as I slithered back from the edge.
“I’m so close, Mads… so close. I want to come with you inside me…”
“Let’s take our time.”
“Seriously, I’m hearing that now?”
He chuckled, kissed me lightly, then licked and nibbled his way down to my cock.
Arm over my stomach, he sucked me deeply into his mouth while cupping my balls.
I bucked up, eager to get all of myself down his throat.
He pressed my ass back onto the bed, then started sucking hard and fast. His tongue swirled over the tip, then he took me deep.
There was no holding back. No way could I stop the orgasm that ran me over.
Mads let the head of my cock rest on his tongue, his fingers fisted at the base.
I pounded on the mattress. He lapped up every droplet that rested on his lips and fingers.
“You’re tastier than I imagined,” he growled while giving my cock a final stroke.
I was still quaking when he shifted around, rolling away from me.
I touched him all over. His back, his arms, his hip, his stomach.
Sitting up, I wiggled closer to his back, rubbing my hands over his shoulders while kissing the nape of his thick neck.
His skin broke into gooseflesh, which made me smile.
When he moved to face me, I skittered back onto the bed, my gaze dropping to his latex-covered cock.
When I reached for him, he didn’t stop me.
His prick was smooth and hard in my hand.
I fell onto my back, guiding him up and over me, squeezing my fingers tightly around him.
Mads settled between my legs, easing my thighs up until they rested on my chest. All the while his eyes glowed like he’d been given a rare prize or something.
“Are you sure about this?” His grip on my knees was firm but not painful.
I nodded as I worked to calm my breathing a little. “Mads, I swear I’m fine. If you pull back now, I’ll go freaking insane. Please, I want you in me. Please.”
He leaned down to get a kiss, the tip of him nudging at my opening. “Relax, Ten,” he purred before pushing his cock in a bit.
The burn was familiar. I winced.
He paused. “You okay? Any time this gets to be too much, say so.”
“More,” I huffed, and dug at his biceps.
He gave me more and even more, inch by inch, easing me into the possession, giving my body time to stretch and adjust.
“I can’t breathe,” I panted when he leaned in to my legs. “Fuck, it’s…”
“Yes, it really is.” He flicked his hips quickly. I bowed up off the bed. “You good?”
“Oh, fuck yes,” I replied, my fingers slipping along the surface of his sweaty skin. “Give me more, Mads.”
We found a rhythm. It was tentative at first, easy.
Then it increased, picking up speed. I held on to his arms, my gaze pinned to Mads as he filled me then withdrew, each stroke moving me across the bed an inch or so.
I asked him for more again. He gave me more speed, more depth, more gyrating hip action.
My head slid off the side of the mattress.
He yanked me back onto the bed without losing his pace.
My legs were cramping. The bed seconded our tempo, hitting the wall with a rapid bang-bang-bang.
“Ten, shit, Ten,” he growled.
I wrapped my fingers around his forearms as he came.
He dug into the mattress with his knees, pushing himself up and deeper on the come stroke.
His muscles constricted, his jaw locked, and his cock kicked deep inside me.
He was the most the stunning man I’d ever seen, and that was all I could think as I was coming.
He was beautiful. And he was mine.
Clawing like a cat, I writhed under him, his depth painful and pleasurable at the same time.