The Spiral Down (The Fall Up #2)(57)

HIS HIPS LIFTED off the ground as I gently f*cked him with my fingers. He’d been rock hard for nearly half an hour. He was close—just the way I wanted him. When I was done with Evan, I didn’t want him to remember the pain of his first time. I wanted him teetering so close to orgasm that, the moment I got inside him, he’d come damn near instantaneously.

I needed him desperate for seconds. Thirds. Fourths.

Forever.

I couldn’t lose him. That would be one crash I wouldn’t survive. We’d only been a we for hours, and I knew I never wanted to be a me again. Deep in my soul, I knew that Evan was it for me. While I had never been a praying man, right then, as he got his first real taste of pure ecstasy under my touch, I prayed to whatever god was willing to listen that I was it for him too.

I found hope in the fact that he had so freely given me his body. And, as soon as I got inside him, I’d claim him completely once and for all. No woman in the world could take him like I was going to.

He was beautiful writhing under me. The strong muscles of his stomach and his thighs tensed every time I pressed in deep. And the breath that rushed from his mouth when I’d start to withdraw might as well have been whispering erotic pleas to my cock. I’d never been so turned on in my life.

But I wanted his heart.

“Henry. Please. I can’t hold back much… Fuck.”

I curled my fingers inside him and his hard-on jumped in response. A few strokes more and he was going to lose it.

But I wanted to feel that from the inside and not with my fingers.

“Roll over,” I ordered, snatching the condom off the floor.

“Thank f*ck,” he huffed, climbing to his knees, but he didn’t roll over at all.

Gripping the back of my hair, he crushed his mouth over mine. Greedily, our tongues tangled and his hand slipped between my legs, massaging my balls before gliding up my shaft.

“Shit,” I cursed as he punishingly pumped me.

Biting my bottom lip, he mumbled, “Not so f*cking fun on the receiving end of torture, is it?”

I moaned, barely able to force my smartass reply out. “Oh, I don’t know. Torture has its merits.”

His lips twitched against mine as he snagged the condom from my hand. “So does you f*cking me.”

He continued his steady strokes as he ripped the foil wrapper open with his teeth. With a practiced ease, he rolled the condom on me and then picked up the bottle of lube. “There. Now, we’re both ready.”

“Are we?” I whispered when unexpected nerves churned in my stomach.

A sexy smirk hiked one side of his mouth. “We are.”

We.

The nerves faded, leaving nothing but an all-consuming need coursing through me.

“Turn around,” I demanded, pouring lube over my wrapped erection.

He obeyed.

My heart raced as if I were the virgin in our little scenario. And, for the way I knew both of our lives would be altered after this, I might as well have been.

It was his first time.

For me, it was the culmination of what I hoped was the final hunt.

Pressing my chest to his back, I allowed my cock to glide between his cheeks. His head lolled to the side and a loud growl rumbled in his throat as he swayed back against me. On our knees, we were nearly the same height, and our bodies lined up perfectly.

After looping my arms around his hips, I found his thick cock jutting out in front of him—waiting for me. Evan moaned and arched his back when I took him in my hand. His cheeks parted slightly from the movement, taking me deeper without actually taking me anywhere.

Lube was everywhere, but I needed more if this was going to be good for him. And I needed it to be good for him. I was reaching for the bottle on the floor beside us when he caught my wrist.

“No more. I’m good.” He bent over, resting his hands on the ground and forcing his ass up.

There was nothing left to do—except risk losing the only person I’d ever truly wanted to keep.

Nerves roared inside me.

Leaning over, I grazed my teeth over his shoulder. His breathing faltered as I guided myself to his entrance.

“Breathe,” I whispered. But, as I gently pressed past his tight ring, he wasn’t the only one holding his breath. “Relax,” I urged when I felt him tense around me, halting any further progress. I stroked his hard-on from behind until his body gave in to my demands.

“Oh, f*ck,” he groaned, his whole body sagging and allowing me just enough leeway to ease all the way in.

It was too much.

His back muscles rippling.

His strangled moans.

My body joined with his.

Mine.

“Move,” he ground out.

I couldn’t if I’d wanted to. “No. Just relax for a second.” I squeezed his hip with one hand and gave him another stroke with my other.

Suddenly, he reared up and caught the back of my head. Turning his neck, he pulled my head over his shoulder until I met his mouth. “Okay. Then I’ll f*ck you,” he murmured, sinking backwards onto my cock.

He held me tight for balance as he forced my ass to rest on my heels. As soon as I was settled, he rose out of my lap before gliding back down.

I was speechless as he brazenly began to ride me. The visual combined with his tight heat wrapped around me and his mouth finding mine on every down stroke, made it clear I wouldn’t last long.