Chapter 14 #3
James leaned closer, his lips right near Lyle’s ear.
“The kind where I strip you naked and we finally get to be together. Just you and me, no dogs or mothers or anyone else. There is one thing, though. I can’t guarantee just how quiet you’re going to be.
” Lyle shivered next to him and swallowed hard, his throat working beautifully.
Then he started the engine and drove as quickly through town as was safely possible.
The dogs were excited to see them and danced around their feet as they arrived. Lyle gave them each pets and took them downstairs. He let them out to go potty while James went upstairs. He heard Lyle come up the stairs from the basement.
“James?” he called.
“I’m up here,” he answered, and Lyle came up the stairs and into the room, then closed the door.
“You’re naked,” Lyle said softly. James watched as Lyle’s gaze raked over him. James could almost feel it, and he loved every second. Then Lyle slowly took off his shirt and laid it over the chair in the corner. His shoes and pants followed. “You know, there is no smooth way to do this.”
“Really?” James asked, taking in acres of smooth, glowing skin. Lyle was beautiful, slim, but toned from constant activity. His eyes grew darker as he slipped off the last of his clothes.
“Yes. In movies they always make this graceful, but I’m lucky I don’t fall flat on my face.” He climbed onto the bed, and James took him into his arms. “I guess I’m lucky I’m here without getting a concussion.”
James kissed him and slipped his hands down his back to cup his sweet butt. Lyle was really smooth, skin soft, but with hard muscle under it. Lyle held him close, kissing him deeply, the energy sizzling between them.
“Damn…,” James whispered.
“What?” Lyle asked, pulling back.
“You blow me away sometimes,” James said, his heart racing as Lyle looked into his eyes. “You have all this energy and vitality. I didn’t expect it when we met. I had pictured you as rather quiet, but instead, you’re….”
“Not a dead fish?” Lyle quipped.
“Hey, I never thought that. You’re just so active and passionate about what’s important to you. So when you’re that way with me, it tells me a lot.”
“Like what? That you’re hot? That you make me hot?” Lyle quivered in his arms. “That you make me want things I probably don’t have a right to want?” He leaned closer. “I still can’t get over the fact that someone like you would be interested in a guy like me.”
“Where does that come from?” James asked as tenderly as he could.
“Let’s just say that as a kid I was husky,” Lyle said. “The weight came off when I was a teenager, but I heard those kinds of things most of my life and….”
“How you look… and for the record, you’re sexy…
but that’s less important than the person you are inside.
” James drew him down for a kiss. “That’s what really counts.
” He kissed Lyle once more, rolling them on the bed and pressing him into the mattress.
James wrapped his legs around James’s waist, holding him in his arms and between his thighs.
It was hot as fuck and sent James’s pulse racing even faster.
Being given a gift of such trust and care was the sexiest thing James could ever imagine. Showing vulnerability was something James understood, and he never wanted to betray that trust. It was precious and something to be treated with care.
“I want you,” Lyle whispered in his ear. James groaned and held Lyle even tighter. “There’s stuff in the drawer.”
James reached for it and nearly dropped the drawer on the floor in his haste.
He managed to find the slick and a couple of foil packets that ended up in the bedding.
Not that he cared. James managed to find one and roll it on.
Anticipation had him so damned sensitive right now that he nearly sent himself over the edge.
Thankfully he managed to get the damned thing on and slicked without going over the edge.
“Why are you breathing like that?” Lyle asked.
“Because you make me so excited I can barely control myself.”
“Fuck,” Lyle whispered and sat back, slowly guiding James inside him.
James damn near crossed his eyes as he did his best to think of things other than the way Lyle’s body gripped him.
Deeper, hotter, tighter… all of it sent James into overdrive.
Thankfully Lyle stilled once James was deep, and that gave him a chance to breathe and settle down.
Then Lyle slid forward, and James gasped and held onto the bedding.
Lyle was not shy or tentative. This man took what he wanted, and James held on for all he was worth. “Holy cripes,” James groaned as Lyle slid up and then back down, his hands resting on James’s chest.
“I told you I was a pushy bottom and I meant it.” There was no doubt, and as Lyle leaned back, stroking himself, James got an eyeful of sheer ecstasy that drove him close to the edge.
Holy cow, this had so been worth waiting for, and he held on till he felt Lyle was close.
His cries became higher and more desperate.
James could barely keep his body under control, and as soon as Lyle reached the peak of passion, James felt himself tumbling into his release with no way of stopping it.
Where the hell he went James had no idea. He seemed outside himself, and then slammed back to reality as Lyle stilled above him. “Oh God,” he breathed as Lyle slowly lifted himself. James slipped from inside Lyle with a whimper before Lyle lay next to him.
He was sticky, sweaty, and completely sated. James couldn’t move and lay still as Lyle settled in his arms. “Yeah,” he whispered, and James would have laughed if he had the energy. “What?”
“I don’t have the energy to talk, let alone move.
” He took care of the condom and slipped back into bed, closed his eyes, holding Lyle, and let the happiness and contentment of the moment surround him.
It was perfect and just what the two of them needed.
Now he just wished things could stay this way forever.