He angled even more toward me and shook his head. “You don’t see it, Scott, and it’s as endearing as hell, but when you opened your door almost bouncing in excitement, there was no way I’d be able to handle the hour and a half journey into the city, let alone sit through a meal having to be all civilized and shit. Christ, it took all my willpower to bring you here when my house is empty, and you’re not lying naked in my bed already.”
Surprise had my eyes opening wide, and lust rushed through me at the speed of lightning. Me naked in his bed… that was an idea I could get on board with. “Oh.” It was all I could manage to get out as the visual and possibility cemented themselves in my brain.
Davis groaned and squeezed my hand. “That look right there.” His needy gaze roamed my face, and a moment later, he pressed his mouth to my parted lips.
From sheer willpower that I managed to somehow drag out of myself, I held back the strangled moan threatening to burst free when his tongue lightly brushed against mine. I pulled back quickly. “I’m good with that.” The words spilled out, eager and desperate. I didn’t care. I needed Davis to know I was as ready for this night as he was. “I’m not thirsty anyway.”
His eyes zeroed in on my mouth before flicking up to my own. “You sure?”
I nodded so quickly, whiplash threatened. “Definitely.”
With that, he stood and pulled me up with him, and I was only half aware of him calling out to Ted, the owner, as he ushered me out the bar’s door.
The five-minute journey to Davis’s only took three minutes, despite it seeming to take fifteen. Almost at hyperspeed, we were both naked and in Davis’s bedroom, and that’s when reality caught up and I held my breath. We were both naked. As in legit, bare-assed, bobbing dicks, and every inch of skin on show. While we had admittedly been in this position before, it felt different, more raw and real, knowing there’d be no holding back. I struggled to take it all in. I didn’t want to miss anything.
Fingers brushed across my skin, the contact making me jump despite the fact I’d watched Davis’s every move. My gaze shot to his and then traveled to his mouth. His smirk was gone. Once our eyes reconnected, the heat greeting me slammed hard into my chest. I caught my breath and then groaned. Us finally being together, having sex had been all I’d been thinking about over the past few weeks, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t wound up with anticipation.
Everything about his movements was fire, gentle pauses, and tension coiled so tightly I was sure something was going to snap. I just hoped to God it wouldn’t be my heart. The moment that errant thought entered my mind, I brushed it aside. One of many things I could be certain of with Davis was his care and his honesty.
My attention moved to his fingers. They stroked mine a moment longer before tightening and clasping my hand. A teasing sweep of this thumb over my skin had me swallowing hard—all of this from a simple touch. But it was so much more than that. I knew it. He knew it. This moment was everything.
Davis didn’t speak as his fingers squeezed mine, but his lips quirked into a reassuring smile. He then stepped into my space, our chests practically touching. I couldn’t help but think my plan to seduce him had fallen apart, as there was no doubt about it: Davis was fully in control, leading the way.
Warm breath fanned across my face. When his tongue dipped out and gave the smallest of passes over his bottom lip, my gaze homed in and my stomach tightened. There was a pause, but not a hesitation as Davis’s lips descended to mine. It wasn’t about going so slowly so I could stop it—we were beyond that point—instead, it was appreciating the buildup, the moment.
And I was going to memorize every last second of it.
Chapter Seventeen
DAVIS
Sunlight filtered in through the closed curtains, but rather than open my eyes, I luxuriated in the feel of heat and supple flesh against mine. Easing closer, I dropped my head to Scott’s back and inhaled before pressing a kiss against his skin. He wriggled in response, his ass pushing back and rubbing perfectly against my groin. If my cock hadn’t already been awake, the soft sigh and the rub would have been enough to get me started. Instead, I’d been rock-hard seemingly all night.
I ached deliciously. It had been so long since I’d been with a man, and I was happy I’d waited for Scott to be the one to remind me how good it felt to be filled to the edge of pain with just the perfect amount of friction. Pleasure had consumed me last night, and from the way Scott had filled me up, I knew he’d been right there with me. Orgasm by P-spot didn’t get enough headline recognition as far as I was concerned. And last night, with impressive precision from Scott, he’d found my holy grail and had taken me to the brink of blowing my mind just a second before I’d come so hard I struggled to see straight for a good hour.
And I couldn’t wait to do the same for him.
“Morning.” I dotted kisses along his spine, traveling down and then back up again until he groaned and turned onto his back. Scott peeked his eyes open at the same time he smiled at me.
“Morning.”
I pecked his lips and then went immediately to his nipples and took a bud in my mouth. He grunted, his hand appearing in my hair.
“A guy could get used to this,” he said breathily.
I grinned around a nipple before I nibbled it and pulled away. “Sounds good.” I winked and maneuvered on top of him. Face-to-face, I rubbed my nose against his. “You okay?”
He nodded, his hands coming down on my ass cheeks. He tugged me against him, and we both groaned as we rubbed against each other.
“More than okay.” He angled his head for a kiss, and I didn’t keep him hanging as my mouth slid against his. Scott pulled back and resettled his head on the pillow. His brows creased. “Are you okay?” He caressed my ass cheeks as he spoke, so I knew exactly what he was referring too.
“I’m fucking perfect. Sore.” His frown deepened, but I shook my head at his expression. “I wouldn’t want it any other way. It reminds me of how perfect you felt balls deep inside me last night.” My cock pulsated not only at the memory but at the crimson lighting his cheeks and the hardness of his swallow.
“So it feels… good?”
I nodded, my heart tripping over itself at the need and vulnerability in his question. “The best.” I kissed him gently, then said, “But that doesn’t mean you have—”
“No.” Heat punctuated the word. “I want to.” He closed his eyes and the force of his heartbeat pushed against my chest. “God, I really want you inside me.” When he opened his eyes, his pupils were dilated, and if I hadn’t believed his words or his body, then everything I needed to know could be read in that one look.
He was ready.
The need for breath seemed to disappear as I slammed my mouth to his, taking, tasting, and trying my hardest not to come while rubbing against him. As my lips slid against his, my tongue making gentle caresses, I angled to lean on my forearm, freeing my left hand to dance over his skin, loving the gooseflesh the touch left behind. When my fingers traced across his hip, he bucked, squirmed, and tore his mouth away as he grinned. Bright eyes took their fill, and my heart stuttered. He was gorgeous like this, happy and quite possibly the most at ease I’d ever seen him, despite being as coiled tightly as he was.
Scott’s eyelids dipped to half-mast when my touch traveled to his balls, then sprung open when I angled my hips completely off him so I could get full access. With a swipe of his precum, I traced the liquid over his silky skin and gave gentle strokes. His whole body vibrated, small grunts spilling out of his mouth when I picked up the pace. After I placed a small kiss to his mouth, I kissed my way down his body, my focus on tasting him. Just the thought of sucking him in made my mouth water. I sped up my descent and reached my goal with a triumphant lick of his long length and a smirk when Scott bucked so hard I had to clamp him down.
“No,” he gargled.
Wide-eyed, I stared at him, confused. “No?” Shit, what had happened in the last few minutes? He was all but wriggling his ass, beggin
g me to take him.
“Lube,” he said with a needy gasp. “I just need you inside me, your fingers, your cock.” My own sprung to renewed life with vigor. God, I wanted inside him so badly. “Davis.”
My name spurred me into action.
Lube and condom at the ready, I caressed his hole and eased a finger in slowly. I knew he’d used his own fingers, just like I knew he’d used toys, but this was a hell of a lot different. He had a virgin ass, as none of those things counted when it came down to it. His channel gripped my finger, and I closed my eyes, breathing slowly and begging for control. When he moaned, my eyes connected with his. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” He managed a small smile. “I need more though.” Heat crept up his cheeks.
I leaned over and slid a second finger inside him, and pulled at his bottom lip, pressing a small kiss there. “I’ll give you everything.”
Soft eyes gazed back at me, and he nodded, drawing his swollen bottom lip into his mouth.
“This”—I entered a third finger slowly and gently stroked and probed—“once I’m in there.” I took a stilling breath, willing myself to keep going, keep talking, get everything out on the table. “I want to be the only one.” My pulse skyrocketed. “I only ever want to be the one who’s had this piece of you. That okay?”
His nod was slow, somehow sensual. Scott parted his lips and bucked again as I found that perfect spot of his. His yes came out on a growl, swiftly followed by, “Fuck yes.”
“And that means,” I added for clarity, “only you will ride me, only you will take my fine ass.” I quirked a brow and gave a half grin, but fuck if I didn’t mean every word and feel the promise soul deep.
His frantic eyes refocused, and he cupped my cheek, sweeping his thumb over my lips. I was impressed as hell by his control, since I had three fingers buried inside him. His voice was low and steady. “I want that, with you.”
And with those words, there was no going back. I was going to make him scream and never regret his promise. After a bruising kiss, my fingers working him over while I deliberately left his cock alone, not wanting to distract him from the epic pleasure of the P-spot, I moved fully to my knees before him. “Hands and knees or back?”
He hesitated a moment. “Hands and knees.”
Heat curled inside me as he turned and offered me his ass. I leaned over him and kissed against his spine, then his ass cheeks before pressing my thumb inside him while I added more lube to my latex-covered cock and directly to his opening. It wouldn’t take me long before I exploded inside the rubber, but I needed to make this so good for him that he’d never regret his promise to give me his world.
“Tell me if it’s too much or you need to slow or stop.”
With a glance over his shoulder and his body vibrating before me, he said, “And what if it’s not enough and I need you to go harder?”
I laughed loudly, warmth spreading through me. “That,” I said, grinning widely and pressing myself against his hole, “you can say as loud as you want.” With the last word, I eased into him. Scott’s head dropped forward, his ass high in the air and a strangled moan ripping from his lips. I paused before continuing, certain he would tell me what he needed. After edging out slightly, this time I entered fully, balls deep. I angled my head back and gasped for breath as he gripped me so tightly, so perfectly I was convinced my cock would die happily and go to cock heaven.
Waiting a few moments, I tested his reaction by easing back. When a breathy moan escaped him, I edged back in, only to receive the perfect movement from his hips as he pushed against me. “Fuck yeah,” I grunted. I throbbed inside him, almost in time with the increasing movements as I pushed then pounded into him.
With both hands, I eased his cheeks open a little more, taking in the view. Groaning, I kept my eyes fixed on how he ate up my cock. We fit so perfectly. I had to fight the build of my orgasm. I did not want to come yet.
I shifted my angle slightly, and Scott cried out. I knew that sound so well. He’d managed to tear the same sound out of me last night. He twisted his head around to peer at me. “Holy shit,” he grunted. I didn’t have the ability to throw him the smirk I intended. Instead, I focused on brushing against his prostate, wanting him to go cross-eyed. I watched his reaction through the blur of building desire. With every broken, gasping breath he took, each ripple of his body, the flush of heat across his skin, I was lost in it all. In him. Scott clamped around me, and I repositioned my hands on his hips, needing the stability as I pressed into him deeper, faster.
As I ground my hips, I managed to say, “Touch yourself.” I needed him to see stars before I did. On a shaking cry, he did so. My fingers bit into his hips when he tightened impossibly around me, almost strangling my cock. The intensity of the action had me bucking harder.
Gentle was a distant memory as I pounded deeper. He matched my rhythm, his ass slamming back and softly mumbled words slipping out of his mouth incoherently.
A loud groan followed by his body jerking and coiling tightly meant I no longer had to fight the inevitable. Thank fuck. It was a battle I would have lost if he’d milked my cock a second longer. A deep, guttural groan left me when I gave a final thrust, spilling my release into the latex. Scott dropped onto his forearms, and I pressed heavily against him before bracing my arms on the bed.
Blissfully spent, I inhaled and exhaled a shuddery breath. He still held me firmly, so when his body jerked, he gripped my cock, and I groaned. His matching groan quickly followed. Tension eased out of me, and I pressed my lips to his neck, seeking his face. Scott angled his head and lifted slightly so my lips found his, soft, warm, and perfect. My lips pressed against his, our mouths working softly against each other’s.
“You are fucking incredible, and I am so fucked.”
His grinning mouth against mine was his initial answer. He then murmured, “I think you’ll find I am the one who’s thoroughly fucked.”
I leaned my face away to make sure I could see his eyes and his face for a reaction. “I wasn’t talking about my impressive cock in your ass.” Despite the humor of my words, my voice was steady, serious.
I was expecting surprise, perhaps denial; instead, with Scott’s unwavering gaze on me, he said, “I know exactly what you meant, and my words still stand.”
Happiness chased my relief. Against his lips, I whispered, “We can both be fucked together.”
After finally getting a mouthful of cock and cum in the shower, I sat and watched Scott in my kitchen as he made coffee. He looked relaxed and at home in my space. “You look good in my kitchen.”
He paused what he was doing and cocked his brow. “You know I’m not the barefoot and pregnant kind of guy, right?”
I snorted as he handed me a mug of coffee. “Maybe a barefoot and naked any chance I can make it happen kind of guy?” I grinned at him as I blew at my steaming drink.
He rolled his eyes at me before finishing his own drink and sitting next to me.
“Plus I already have Libby.”
Scott angled toward me. “You don’t want more kids?”
Surprise flitted through me at the question. Before I’d met his sister and nephews, I hadn’t imagined Scott to be the kind of guy who could handle kids, let alone like them. He’d been beyond amazing with Libby though, but then seeing him with the boys had opened my eyes even more to the kind of man he was. He’d make a good dad for sure. I placed my drink down and looked at him. “Honestly, I never thought beyond Libby. She’s my world, you know?”
He nodded, his eyes fixed on mine.
“But hell, maybe her having a brother or sister would be a great thing. What about you?”
His eyes widened. “What about me what?”
“Kids.”
Color rose in his cheeks and he shifted in his seat. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Erm, I… hell, I don’t know. I love my nephews. They’re amazing. To be honest, kids were never on my radar, I suppose because of the whole confused-as-fuck thing I had going on. My w
orld exploded not long ago.” He offered a small shrug.
I understood his concerns, the confusion involved, but there was also a huge but and not of the nice, tight ass variety. “You know Libby and I come as a pac—”
“Don’t even.” Anger dipped his brows. “I know what this is, know Libby is your life, so please don’t insult me by—”
“Hey.” I reached out and cupped his cheek, effectively shutting him up. His venom surprised me, but fuck if my jeans weren’t struggling to keep my hard-on contained. Rather than responding to him verbally, I kissed him. There was nothing soft or gentle about this kiss. It was hard, demanding, possessive, and he welcomed every stroke, every brush, until I was the one who was a needy mess and somehow he’d taken control of the kiss. “What the fuck…,” I said, pulling away with a gasp.
The intensity in his eyes made me groan. “I love Libby, okay.” He stared at me pointedly, once again with the intensity that was quickly becoming the hottest thing I’d seen. I mutely nodded. “And if we’re fucked together”—I raised my brows at that, humor and lust coiling deep in my stomach, but I didn’t dare smirk—“then we start thinking of doing this together.”
I understood what he was saying, even if he was having a difficult time ensuring his words made sense. I nodded again, but he wasn’t finished yet.
“So I was hoping that means I get to spend more time with not only you, but with Libby as well.” I heard the strain of emotion in his voice, understood the courage it took for him to put himself on the line like this. I felt it, lived it, breathed it.
“I’d like that, a lot.” I didn’t conceal the emotion from my voice. He deserved it all. With a light grip on the back of his neck, I tugged his forehead toward mine. “You good?”
He blinked before he answered. “Yeah.”
“Good.” After pressing my lips to his, I pulled back. “What do you want to do today? Carter’s mom said she’d have Libby till later this afternoon if we want to take advantage.” I wagged my brows at him, wanting to ease his frown.
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