Feel the Fire (Hotshots 3)

“Damn.” Shirt off and hands on his jeans, Tucker stopped, eyes sweeping over Luis. “Every time...can’t believe how lucky I am to get to see you like this.”

“Sweet talker.” Luis made fast work of his remaining clothes before leaning in for another kiss. “And you’re not so bad yourself.”

Tucker truly was a feast for the senses—fuzzy chest, defined muscles, and hard cock—but even more than looking at his body, Luis was enjoying listening to him, the laughter and light banter like helium for a heart that had been way too heavy at the start of the day.

“Come here again. Right like you were.” Tucker stretched out on his back on the bed again, opening his arms wide.

“Yeah? You like this?” Fully naked now, Luis straddled his waist, letting his cock drag against Tucker’s abs.

“You have to ask?” Tucker bumped his hips upward and shifted so that his impressive erection nestled under Luis’s ass and balls.

“Maybe I like hearing it.” He laughed but he really did relish every sound Tucker made from needy gasps to dirty words. Knowing he turned Tucker on this much made his shoulders and chest lift, puffing up like some sort of erotic superhero. Experimenting to see what got more delicious sounds from Tucker, he ground against him. “Damn you feel good.”

“Right back at you.” Eyes locked on Luis, Tucker groaned. His hands swept over Luis’s back and thighs, lingering on his ass, making Luis crave more contact.

“Want to ride you. You think you could be up for that?” Much as Luis loved fucking Tucker, tonight he wanted this. He’d always loved switching things up, but he wasn’t sure if Tucker felt the same way.

“Is that a trick question?” Tucker was already twisting for the nightstand drawer.

Accepting the supplies from Tucker, Luis chuckled at his ready interest. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Tell me what you like, how to get you ready.” Tucker’s earnestness as he danced his fingertips down Luis’s spine was fucking adorable. If Luis wasn’t already sure he was the perfect guy for him, Tucker turning out to be as enthusiastically versatile as Luis might have done it.

“Kiss me while I do it.” Luis reached for the lube. The truly nice thing about Tucker was that Luis wasn’t afraid to ask for exactly what he wanted. Tucker seemed to genuinely love indulging all of Luis’s likes, and that was heady stuff.

Indeed, Tucker’s eyes twinkled as he sat up enough to brush a kiss across Luis’s mouth. “Should have known you’d stay a control freak.”

“You complaining?” Luis raised an eyebrow as he slicked up his fingers. He liked getting fucked from time to time, but he wasn’t as crazy about fingering. Lubing up and stretching always seemed to slow things down more than he liked, but aware of Tucker’s eyes on him in between trading kisses, he played a little, working himself open. The kisses got hotter and he groaned as much from that as from the ass play.

“Definitely not complaining. Watching you do that is hot as hell.” Tucker’s lascivious grin made Luis wish his back muscles were a little more flexible, so he could give Tucker even more of a sexy show. But also the more Tucker looked at him with such blatant lust, the more impatient Luis’s body became.

“Mmm. You haven’t seen anything yet.” Withdrawing his fingers, he quickly wiped them on the T-shirt Tucker handed him. He loved both how naturally chivalrous Tucker was and how in sync they already were, even after only a few times together. In all things, it felt like he wanted and Tucker was right there, giving. And Tucker was also the perfect blend of leader and follower, groaning and stretching as Luis rolled the condom on him, gaze hungry but not pushing to take the fuck over.

Wanting to reward him, Luis quickly lubed Tucker’s cock up, and holding it steady with his hand, he positioned himself over it. Since Tucker seemed to like watching so much, he held Tucker’s gaze as he slowly lowered down, a smooth move that had them both gasping.

“Oh, fuck. Warn a guy, won’t you?” Tucker’s eyes fluttered shut as his head tipped back against the pillows.

“Good?” Knowing this was new to Tucker made Luis’s pulse thrum, a heady mix of power and discovery. The lower Luis moved, the better Tucker’s broad cock felt. Like his chest and hands, his cock was thick, a fun challenge to relax around and the perfect pressure against all Luis’s favorite places.

“So good.” Tucker’s groan seemed to come from his toes as Luis took him all in and started to rock his hips.

“Yeah.” It didn’t take much for Luis to find a rhythm that felt amazing, shallow movements that were possibly more devastating than athletic bouncing. He loved keeping the pressure steady, adding little licks of friction that sent sparks of pleasure radiating out from his ass, up his spine, over his abs, taking over his whole body. “That’s it.”