Cup of Joe (Bold Brew 1)

“Okay, okay.” I pulled my shirt free before he could hurt himself, and then we pushed my jeans down and off together. I didn’t have much time to feel exposed before he was on me again, draping himself over me and kissing me with an intensity that made me forget which planet we were on, let alone what I wasn’t wearing. “Yeah. Fuck.”

I kneaded his ass as he ground against me, his hard cock dragging against my stomach. A low whine escaped his throat as he kissed my neck. “Ow, Daddy. That hurts.”

“I think you like it.” I squeezed again, right on the curve where I’d gone hardest, and he moaned like he was about to come simply from me working his sore ass.

“I do. I love it.” He found my mouth again, kissing me like he wasn’t ever going to get enough of me.

And I wanted him to have that, wanted him to have all of me he needed. I tried to tell him with my hands and mouth how much his surrender meant to me, how much I wanted this feeling to last. The way he was grinding, though, said that lasting wasn’t on the agenda for either of us.

“Joe.” He breathed in sharply, almost like he was trying to inhale the moment, keep it with him.

Never had my name sounded sexier, and in that instant, we were more than the scene. We were simply Joe and Levi, kissing and kissing, making love because that was the only verb that truly fit what this was.

His cock rode right alongside mine, each pass electric until we were both reaching, wrapping our hands around both cocks, stroking off together as we kept right on kissing.

“Close.” He bucked against me, muscles tensing as if he was expecting me to tell him to stop. I was too close, too high on him to deny either of us a damn thing.

“Me too.”

“Good.” Relief sweeping over his face, he shuddered. “Please.”

And still, he waited for me, needed me to say it. Fuck. He couldn’t be more perfect if he tried. I buried my other hand in his hair as my balls tightened. “Do it. Come for me.”

Then we were both coming, and I was pretty sure I went first, but hell if it mattered because it was just a mess of kissing and moaning and spunk everywhere. I pet his hair as he collapsed against my chest. I wasn’t entirely sure what the hell had just happened, but clinging to him seemed like the only thing that made sense.

“Joe.” Levi breathed my name again, all sex and bliss and it was almost enough to get me off all over again. “That was…”

“Yeah,” I agreed because whatever word he could come up with would have been true.

Amazing. Crazy. Unreal. Powerful. All those things.

He snuggled in harder against me, head on my shoulder. “Fuck.” He yawned. “I might fall asleep.”

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” I made a half-assed attempt at cleanup with my discarded shirt before I pulled one of the blankets up and over us.

“Stay with me.” His voice was both sleepy and demanding as I rubbed his back, making me chuckle softly even as some tender place deep in my chest pinged. I wasn’t going to survive this guy, and yet there was only one possible answer.

“I will.”

Chapter Eighteen

Levi

“If you can’t skinny dip in your own hot tub, in your secluded backyard, with the guy you just spanked, who can you skinny dip with?” I put my hands on my hips and gave Joe a pointed look until he shut his dresser drawer.

“Okay. Okay.” His sheepish expression matched his reluctant tone.

We’d showered after my nap, and it had taken some serious cajoling on my part to get Joe on board with my plan of hot tub time and ordering takeout. And I knew perfectly well the reason for his reluctance. It was the same reason he had eyed his swim trunks like they were a life buoy.

After adjusting his towel at his waist, he picked up his phone, and let me lead him through the house. I had the fleeting thought as we walked through the house that Joe needed a dog. Joe needed something more than taking care of his dad to occupy him.

Something like me. Of course, I couldn’t go volunteering to permanently take up space in Joe’s life, but that was a nice thought, the idea that I could offer him something he needed, this being a two-way street instead of me as some sort of rescue project.

“You need more naked fun time in your life,” I declared as we reached the patio door to the deck and backyard. My observation about a dog could wait for a better moment because I wasn’t quite ready to drop my body positivity lecture.

“I have fun! I’m not a prude.”