#Rev (GearShark #2)(17)
His head fell to my shoulder, and I whispered, “I love you.”
Drew moaned like the words only intensified his pleasure. Between us, his cock jerked. Abruptly, he pushed up, hovering just inches above me, caging me in.
I was far too big of a guy to ever feel that way, and between us, I was the protective one. But right now, I felt small. In this moment, it was as if Drew were the one protecting me.
“I want to be inside you,” he declared with passion-thick words.
We’d yet to explore that far with each other; we’d barely even talked about it.
Once again, he read me. Once again, he saw my deepest thoughts and cut them off.
“This isn’t just the heat of the moment.” He paused. “Well, maybe a little. But we both know this is only a matter of time.”
“No one said it has to be right now,” I said gently, not wanting it to sound like a rebuff.
In truth, the idea of him entering me was something I thought about a lot. I wanted it. I craved it. Sure, I was curious, too. I wondered if it would be pleasurable for both of us or just the one on top. Thing was I couldn’t imagine not liking anything Drew gave me. In fact, the mental image of him between my legs and filling my body made my mouth run dry and skin feel feverish.
“I want it to be right now.” His eyes shifted between mine. “I…” He looked away and his jaw worked.
“Say it,” I implored, rubbing my palm over his bicep.
“I want to give you the only thing I haven’t yet.”
“Then I’ll have all of you.” I liked that. I liked the commitment and trust doing something like that also represented.
He nodded. Seconds later, his expression turned a little sheepish. “And yeah… I want to claim you.”
I laughed low, ignoring the pull in my chest. “Possessive bastard,” I said fondly.
His straight, white teeth flashed, but it was no match for the dimple that came out to play. Without thought, I swept my thumb along the indent and pressed in, finally, finally finding out how deep that little charmer really went.
Turns out it was deeper than it looked.
It went all the way to my soul.
Drew lowered his body, supporting his upper half with his elbows, and dipped his lips. Our kiss was soft and slow. It made me feel as if I were floating underwater and everything around us was muffled except for his lips.
“Trent?” he asked against my mouth.
“Yes, Forrester,” I murmured. “Take me.”
When he swooped down to kiss me again, I felt the acceleration of his heart against my chest.
“I’ll go slow,” he whispered, pulling back. At my side, he paused, “You up for this? How bad are you hurting?”
“I’m not hurting at all,” I uttered, reaching down to stroke his cock through his boxers. “You’re a very good distraction.”
His muscles moved beneath the smooth skin of his arm as he pushed the hair back off his face. His lips were slightly swollen and his eyes were already heavy with desire. His hand closed around the abandoned bottle of lube at the same time his tongue caressed my nipple.
The rock-hard pebble vibrated with pleasure as he nibbled at it while his hand traveled south.
Careful to avoid my injured ribs, Drew kissed his way down my body. At one point, I got a little choked up when he grazed directly over the fracture. The kiss was so soft it was barely there, like the brush of butterfly wings when one fluttered too close, then flitted away.
No one had ever treated me with so much thought and care before. It was almost my undoing.
Before settling between my knees, he tossed away the boxers. His cock sprang free with enthusiasm, and I closed my fist around it and licked my lips.
Gently, Drew pushed away my hand, pulling it up to kiss my palm before returning it to my side.
I was already wound tight, already quivering with need.
Or honestly, maybe it was nerves. This was a really big thing for us. I wanted it to be everything he wanted.
My body sank into the blankets with every stroke and lick he bestowed. I loved the way he swirled his tongue around the tip of my cock and licked at the sensitive spot just beneath my head.
When he pushed my legs wide open, I felt vulnerable, but then he was back to sucking me deep into his mouth while dragging his nails lightly over my inner thighs.
My tip starting weeping salty tears, and he lapped it up and whispered he liked the way I tasted.
Honestly, if this was all we ever did together, it would be more than enough. He satisfied me on a bone-deep level, the kind of satisfaction that stayed with me long after we left the bed, long after his hand released my cock.
I couldn’t imagine it getting better.
Drew’s attention moved downward, massaging and licking my sack. One finger caressed and teased my taint, rubbing so close to my anus but skirting away before I could sigh with pleasure. Tension and need built inside me. Like a cup in danger of spilling over, I felt silky drops of cum lubricate my head.
I barely registered the sound of the bottle opening, but I noticed when his hands left my skin. Seconds later, he came back, and I felt the warm sensation of slippery wetness coating my skin. I shuddered because it felt so wonderful, and Drew began prodding my ass gently.
I was no stranger to this kind of play; he’d done this before. I knew at first, there would be a moment of hesitation as my body opened up for him. I barely thought of that anymore because I knew once his slippery finger slid inside, it would find that magic spot, and my limbs would start to tingle.