Easy Does It Twice (Till There Was You Book 1)

by Gianni Holmes

  “Hmm?” He moaned as I sucked at the side of his neck just above his pulse.

  “I love you.”

  His hands tightened around me, and he pulled me on top of him. “I’ve not heard that from anyone except my kids in seventeen years. Thank you.”

  “No need to say thanks. Love is freely given and when it comes back to us, there’s nothing more beautiful.”

  “Still, thanks for saying it.”

  I smiled down at him. “You’re going to hear it often now.”

  “Good.”

  I kissed him, so he had to swallow any other words he might have had to say. Running my hands over his arms. I brought them upwards and over his head. I sucked on his bottom lip, flickering my tongue over its plumpness. He moaned, raising his head as I kissed down the side of his neck. I soothed the area I had sucked red by licking it. I teased his nipples with my fingers, and he pressed his lower body upwards into me.

  “Goddammit, Beau,” he moaned. “That’s so good, baby.”

  I wasn’t anywhere near through with him. I teased his nipples with my tongue and lips. I scraped my teeth over them, remembering how sensitive his nipples were. I had him writhing beneath me and my confidence returned. Sliding down his body, I pressed kisses over his flat stomach and down to his shaven pubic area.

  “Baby, take me into your mouth,” he begged. “Please. I want to feel your wet-ooh fuck-lips!”

  I kissed the tip of his cock, sucking it into my mouth. I sucked on the head only, circling my tongue over his flesh. I lowered my head, pulling more and more of him into my mouth and down my throat. I released my hold on his cock and continued sucking on him while I searched for the lube on the bed. I reached the container, removed the cover, and squeezed a generous amount in my hand.

  I licked the length of his cock while running my thumb over his taint and towards his asshole. He tilted his hips forward to push his hole up more to my access. I deepthroated him at the same time I pushed my thumb inside his mushroomed opening. He was tight, and I knew if I didn’t prepare him enough, it would hurt. Either way, it would cause some discomfort the first time, but I would make it as good for him as I could.

  I released his cock and kissed down to his balls. I popped one into my mouth and gently replaced my thumb with my index finger. In and out, I slowly pushed, keeping up a steady rhythm. His legs started to relax, his hole loosening up. I added some more lube and aligned my middle finger with the other. I pressed both into his opening. Above me, he hissed and blew hard.

  “Easy,” I cautioned, kissing the inside of his muscular thighs. He was tightening back up on me, his legs trembling a little. “Easy, Gordon. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  He was still way too tense, so I took his cock into my mouth and started a lazy, wet sloppy sucking. When he moaned, focusing more on the pleasure than what I was doing to him, I slipped my slick fingers into his asshole up to my knuckles.

  “Oh God!” he grunted as I kneaded his thighs to relax. “That’s so fucking tight.”

  “Yeah, we’ve to work you up to receive my cock,” I told him. I was so hard, my shallow breathing turning into pants. Being a top had never been a big deal to me before. I was content being a bottom but seeing Gordon like this, so openly allowing me to claim his body gave me a powerful feeling I’d never experienced. He’d never been with another man before, and I wanted to feel me inside of him, raw.

  “Gordon?” I murmured, kissing his inner thighs.

  “Yes?” he gasped. I continued twisting my fingers inside him, allowing his body to get used to the invasion.

  “I want to feel my cock inside you.”

  “Yes, me too. Do it.”

  I removed my fingers and wiped them onto the sheets. I’d have to change them anyway. I crawled up his body and leaned forward to kiss him.

  “I mean I want to feel you without rubber,” I told him, ensuring he understood. “I don’t want to use the condom. Is that okay?”

  “Umm,” he hesitated.

  “I know you’ve never been with anyone else besides your wife, right?”

  “No. But you and Ian...”

  “When I found out about his cheating, the last time I was in the hospital I had to get checked out,” I answered. “I know I don’t have the proof with me, but you know I wouldn’t ask you this if I suspected I’d put you at risk. I'm not looking to be with anyone else, and I know you're not either. Just the two of us, right?”

  He frowned, thinking about it. If he had to consider that much, I didn’t want to ruin the mood, so I dropped a kiss on his lips and reached for the condom. “Don’t worry about it. First thing tomorrow we’ll do a test then, so you have the evidence.”

  I ripped the package open, but before I could remove the condom, he plucked it out of my hand. Sitting up in bed, he tossed the condom to the bedside table.

  “I trust you, Beau,” he remarked, cupping the back of my head and bringing my lips to his. I kissed him, squeezing my eyes tight because it was so easy to get emotional with this man. He said the sweetest things and was just so damn perfect even though I knew he wasn’t. But, he was perfect for me.

  We kissed over and over, arms wrapped around each other. I cupped his face, kissed his cheekbones, and his chin as he trailed his hands down my back.

  “Now?” I asked him.

  He nodded. “Yes.”

  “I’ll be honest, Gordon. It might hurt a bit, but I’ll try to make it good for you.”

  “I know. I trust you. Remember?”

  I didn’t show him how nervous I was about making love to him. Usually, Ian was displeased the couple times I had done it to him. No sooner would I penetrate him than he flipped us, so I was at the bottom once more.

  Kneeling between Gordon’s spread legs, I pushed his legs forward up to his chest to give myself a better angle. I could feel him tensing which was not a good thing. I had to get him to relax. I didn’t want his first time to be like mine. I hadn’t been able to walk properly for days after Ian had finished with me, not to mention the throwing up afterward. There had been so many warning signs and I'd been too foolish to see them.

  I slathered the lube generously over my cock and fingered some of the liquid into his asshole as well.

  “You need to stay relaxed,” I told him when I grasped my cock and glided it over his pucker which caused him to stiffen.

  “Okay,” he gasped. “That already feels so good.”

  I smiled and continued gliding my cock over his flesh, teasing his hole with the head of my cock. I sucked air between my teeth at the throbbing in my dick. I wanted him something awful. Each time my cock passed over the mushroomed hole I wanted to push deep inside him and claim him.

  “Fuck, Beau!” he exclaimed, getting impatient. “Just do it already.”

  I chuckled. “Okay, hang on.”

  I grasped my cock and guided it to his opening. I could hear his slow shallow breathing as he tried to follow my instructions and not tense on me. I caressed his ass, squeezing it before pressing my cock, skin to skin inside him. It felt like I was tearing through the walls of resistance. Holy fuck it felt good. I pressed the head deeper, so it finally popped in.

  “Oh God!” he gasped. “You’re too big.”

  “Trust me,” I told him. “Remember, you trust me to make this good for you.”

  When I felt him relaxing once more, I pressed another inch of my dick inside his ass. I stared in awe at the way his mushroomed hole clung to my cock, tugging at me even at the same time it resisted my entrance. Gordon groaned when I inched even deeper inside him, and I paused for the moment. This was enough for now.

  I remained still inside of him so he could get used to my size. Leaning forward, I ran my hands up his thighs as I kissed him. He wrapped his hands behind my head and kissed me back, moaning. He bit into my bottom lip, pulling as I started rocking us with intense care. I barely moved, but I could feel his tight muscles adjusting and giving way for more of me to slide inside him.

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eleasing his lips, I grasped both his legs and wrapped them around my arms before anchoring my fists on the bed.

  “I love you,” I mouthed to him, maintaining eye contact as I started to move. I stroked in deep but slow, and he blinked several times, a strangled groan emitting from his lips.

  “Beau!” he panted my name. “Shit!”

  “Feels good?” I asked him because I wanted to know if he felt even half what I did sliding in and out of his tight crevice.

  “Yes!” he gasped. “It fucking stings but it feels good too.”

  I smiled at him but could not keep it up for the sheer intensity of my emotions, fucking my lover’s ass the way I was. My primal need to be in control struck me from nowhere. I was a good lay in bed, but for all my touting, I’d never considered myself to be much of a good top. As I watched the emotions playing over Gordon’s face, the little winces and flinches wiped away by a look of wonder, I felt larger than life.

  My confidence in full swing, I deepened my strokes and quickened my pace. He grunted, and I tried to ease the pressure, but he grasped me by the ass, his fingers digging half-moons into my flesh.

  “Fuck me, Beau,” he begged me.

  Because I knew exactly how he was feeling, as though fire was inside him ready to consume him, I gave him what he wanted within reason. His knees were up to his shoulders, and I pressed my hands into the back of his knees for leverage. His ass up in the air to me, I plunged deep inside him. He cried out hoarsely, and I withdrew, his whimpers following the void he felt. I filled him up quickly again and found a tempo that sent shivers down my spine but wasn’t too much for him to manage.

  I released his legs and grasped him by the shoulders to help him raise himself up. He slid to a sitting position over my knees, my cock still buried inside his ass. I slapped my hands to his cheeks and squeezed as he kissed me. I plunged my tongue into his mouth, moaning as he started to move.

  “Yes, baby, ride me,” I moaned, allowing him to do most of the work. He clung to my shoulders and bounced up and down my cock. He grunted; I groaned, thrusting my pelvis upwards when he bore down on me.

  “Oh fuck!” he shouted, and I knew I’d hit his sweet spot. I grasped his dick in my hand, jerking him off as he continued riding me. It wasn’t long before his legs started trembling and I pushed him back down on the bed to lie.

  “On your side,” I instructed him.

  He lay on his side, and I crowded him. Raising his right leg, I found his anus and pushed two fingers inside. I fingered him, fucking him harder with them than I could with my cock. He moaned, pressing his hips back and panting at the sensation. I kissed his shoulder and neck and replaced my fingers with my cock once more. I filled him up swiftly because there was little more I could take. I reached around to grasp his dick and stroked him as I rode his ass.

  Although my thrusts were more profound than before, I kept my pace moderate. For as long as I could control it. But Gordon was moving against me, his hips begging for more, his moans and grunts evidence that he was reaching his peak. His skin was flushed and hot, sweat coating his flesh. The scent of our sex permeated the room, mixed with the musky odor of rubbing against each other. Nothing was more of a turn on.

  “I’m coming!” Gordon groaned and stiffened, I plundered his ass then, pulling out to the tip before driving deep inside him. His cock jerked in my hand, and I pumped him harder and faster. He swelled even bigger in my hand, pulsing under the jet stream of cum that sprayed the bed.

  “Fuck,” I muttered, leaning forward to clamp my eyes shut and bite into his shoulder. I shuddered against him, buried to the hilt inside him and emptied my seed. His asshole clenched around me milking every last drop out of my body.

  “Oh my God.” Gordon blew out a long breath as if he had been holding it for the length of time we had been having sex.

  I buried my face into his back, unable to speak. I wrapped my hands around him to hug him to me. It felt so good to be able to hold him like this.

  “Beau, you okay?” he whispered.

  I chuckled. “I should be asking you that question. Did I hurt you too much?”

  He shook his head. “Just a little. But it felt better than it hurt.”

  I relaxed and nuzzled his back. “Hmm, this feels so damn good.”

  Gordon reached behind me to thread his fingers through my hair. I noticed he did that quite a lot. “Yes, it does. Do we move to the bathroom now? It’s your time to run me a bath.”

  “Not just yet,” I told him. “Let’s just lie here for a few minutes.”

  Chapter 22

  Gordon

  “Guys, remember your grandma is coming to stay the night with you,” I told my kids who were seated around the breakfast table. We had half an hour for them to get to school, sufficient time for me to drop them there. I glanced at Ollie and smiled. Since he had been behaving himself, I planned to get him a car for his birthday next month. I hadn’t told him yet though because I wanted it to be a surprise. I decided he deserved it. Despite getting into trouble, it had been a tough time for us, and maybe the responsibility would make him think twice before he blew his curfew. I could use the car as leverage to get him to conform to rules. Or I would create an even worse monster.

  “We’re alright on our own,” Ollie answered with a scowl. “We don’t need grandma to stay with us.”

  “Yeah,” Charlie agreed. “Nobody stays with us when you sneak out at night.”

  I stared at her in surprise, my face turning red. Of course, they would have heard me coming and going, but I never expected anyone to point it out. Charlie had an accusatory look on her face as though she was waiting for an explanation.

  “That’s different,” I simply said. “I’ve always been close by, and I’ve never left you alone for the entire night. I rarely make these trips anymore so far out of town, so I expect you guys to be on your best behavior while I’m gone.”

  “Like grandma lets us get away with anything.”

  I grinned at her statement because it was true. My mother was a disciplinarian and still hadn’t lost her touch. She was a wonderful person and loved the kids. She spoiled them with gifts, but she didn’t give them as much leeway as I did. While I allowed them to slack off on their chores, when she was around, they had to do their part.

  “Great. I got here just in time for breakfast!”

  Speaking of the devil, my mother, Anita Mattis swept into our kitchen as though she lived here.

  “Mom!” I scolded, not even surprised a bit. “Don’t you ever knock?”

  She fanned me away and made a beeline for the kids. “Why should I? Your front door is always unlocked like all the other houses in Lacovia.” She turned her attention to the kids and fussed while squeezing the life out of them.

  After planting her lipstick on both the kids’ cheeks despite their protests, she turned to me. She paused and checked me out from my head to my feet. “You look well,” she remarked. “Certainly better than the last time we spoke.” She turned to the kids. “Go brush your teeth and give your father and me some privacy.”

  Charlie and Ollie were only too glad to comply. I groaned because my mom would want to grill me. I loved her, but she tended to be a little bit nosier than I cared for.

  “You’re seeing someone,” she stated as soon as the kids left. “I can see it in your eyes.”

  I stepped back. “Jeez, mom, you just got here. How was your trip?”

  “Last time I checked the road from Baton Rouge here hadn’t changed. Now stop avoiding the topic. Are you dating again?”

  “I don’t want to talk about it, ma.” I walked around her to clear the table.

  “Why not? You went through a traumatic experience with Barbara. I just want to know you’ve found a woman who will glue back the pieces to your heart.”

  I rolled my eyes but ensured I had my back to her. I was thirty-eight but wasn’t beyond the reproach of her mighty tongue. “This isn’t a soap opera, ma. Nobody will glue back the pieces of my heart beca
use it’s still a whole. There’s nothing to tell.”

  “Hmm, I bet there is.”

  I shrugged. “Well, I won’t bet you.”

  “Because you know you’d lose. You are seeing someone!”

  My lips twitched. “Nice try, mom but that hasn’t worked on me for a long time.”

  She snapped her fingers. “Shucks. I’ll let it go for now.” She patted my cheek then. “But can I tell you that you look happier than I’ve seen you in a while?”

  “I could barely be happy at losing my wife.”

  She shook her head. “I mean way before that.” When I didn’t reply she continued, “I know you think you were fooling the world, Gordon, but it was quite evident your marriage with Barbara was on the rocks. I’m surprised it lasted that long. I’m sorry, son, but she wasn’t the woman for you.”

  I frowned at her. “Drop it, mom. I don’t want you talking like this around the kids. It’s the past. Let them keep the happy memories of their mother.”

  She shrugged. “Alright. Whatever you say. I’m just glad you look happy.”

  Thank God the kids came down then so I could say goodbye to her. I’d always thought Barbara and I had covered up the wounds of our marriage. How much did mother know or suspect? She would probably side with Barbara if she discovered the real reason my marriage didn’t work. It was all my fault marrying Barbara.

  I dropped the kids off at school and reminded Charlie to get a ride with one of the kids home after practice at the community center. She was heavily invested in the play which was great because she was finally becoming active again.

  Not that I expected to see him, but I was disappointed in not running into Beau. His car was already parked in the parking area designed for staff, so I knew he was already inside the building. I hadn’t dropped in on him for a few nights now because I was covering shifts for our driver who was out. I wouldn’t get to see him tonight either because I had to provide trucking service which would take me all day. I wouldn’t be back home until tomorrow.