All In With Him (Men of Summer 3)

“Remember the first time we kissed?” he asks.

Hot memories flash before my eyes of that time in his BMW after dark in Phoenix. “Like it was yesterday.”

Declan coasts his hands down my biceps. “Kissing you on the side of the road was insane. Touching you was the highest high I’d ever felt. Still is.”

“Same here,” I say, sinking into the bliss of his words and his touch as his palms explore my arms, roaming over me like he’s touching me for the first time.

Then lower.

He paws at my jeans, works them open, slides them down my hips. “You were incredible then. You’re even more so now. Do you know that?”

“I don’t know anything right now. My brain is kind of mush from what you’re doing to me.” I shudder, giving in to every single sensation that whips through my body courtesy of Declan Steele.

“Everything with us is even better now,” he says as he shoves my jeans down my legs. I step out of them, then push down my briefs too, my cock springing free.

His eyes burn with lust as he stares at my aching hard-on. “Mmm. Rookie,” he whispers, wrapping his hand around my throbbing dick. “My rookie,” he rasps out as he strokes, and I shudder from the wild pleasure of his hand on my length. “My sexy fucking rookie who wants his man.”

“I do. God, I fucking do, Deck.” My eyes roam shamelessly over his body. “Get naked please. Get in me. Just fuck me soon.”

With a sly grin, Declan lets go of my dick, unsnaps the top button on his jeans, then pushes them down, along with his briefs. His dick pops out to say hi. It’s thick and hard; he’s as aroused as I am. Already a drop of liquid waits at the head of his cock. Sliding my thumb across his crown, I swipe the pre-come, smear it on my lips and lick.

He steals a hot kiss, then steps out of his clothes. When we’re both naked, he brings me against him, our hard cocks lining up, rubbing against each other. He grinds his pelvis roughly against mine. Sliding a hand between us, he grasps both of our cocks and strokes up.

I shudder, letting out an animalistic groan.

“Look at how much we want each other, Grant,” he says.

I tremble everywhere as my gaze drifts down, drinking in the erotic sight. “So sexy,” I rasp out.

Declan lets go for a few seconds, grabs the lube from the nightstand, returns to me. He coats his palm, then takes our dicks in his fist again. “I want to make a video of this sometime,” I groan.

“Me too. But tonight I want to watch one with you,” he says, and my skin sizzles in anticipation of what’s to come on his sex plans.

Whatever it is, I want it.

Badly.

Since right now, I’m flying through the roof as his hand takes a tour of our dicks, coasting in a slow, sensual glide up and down. He gives us several long, seductive jerks, twisting, gripping, holding.

My insides quiver with red-hot desire.

“See how hard we get together?” Declan asks in the roughest, dirtiest voice ever.

I nod savagely, panting out a gritty yes.

“Because we can’t get enough of each other,” he says.

I can’t even speak. Words are too tough to form as he strokes us. So I just moan, and whimper, groan, and grunt.

Sex isn’t everything in a relationship, but I swear the way we touch brings us closer every time. We fuck without walls. We smash into each other with our guards down, our hearts open, our bodies eager. Our sex is fearless and unafraid, a symbol for how we want our lives to be.

My breath stutters past my lips as I gaze at Declan, looking into his lust-struck eyes. “It’s so good,” I tell him.

“Nobody but you does this to me,” he says, in a filthy confession.

“Nobody,” I repeat as a white-hot blast of ecstasy hammers through me. He grips us tight, tugs hard, then unleashes a carnal groan.

“Fuck, Grant. I need to be inside you.”

I set a hand on his chin, and look him in the eyes. “Get me ready then.”

He smirks, his lips twitching.

I arch a brow. “What’s that smile for?”

“To get you ready, I want your laptop.”

Oh, this is gonna be good. I slink away from him to grab it from the nightstand drawer while he ducks into the bathroom. Declan returns with a towel, then spreads it over a leather chair in the corner of the bedroom.

“Remember what you did to me last night?” he asks.

“I absolutely do.” I put him in his favorite position, spreadeagled under me, and fucked him hard till he shouted my name and came all over his chest. And I recorded a couple minutes of it.

“Turn it on. I want to watch you fucking me when I start to fuck you,” he says, and holy hell, that works for me.