All In With Him (Men of Summer 3)

Oh yes, does that ever work for me.

Declan sinks down on the leather chair, and flicks open the lube as I find the folder with our videos and set the machine on the end of the bed so it’s a foot away, in perfect view.

He spreads his legs, looking like a king, then he pulls me into his lap and works me open with the lube and his fingers, scissoring them inside me.

My dick thumps against my stomach as he loosens me up. A minute later, Declan slicks more lube on his cock, then sets the bottle on the arm of the chair. He wraps both hands around my ass and smacks my cheeks with both palms. The pleasure and the hint of pain radiates through me.

“Mmm. Yes.”

My guy swats me again then jerks me closer, squeezing my cheeks. “Fucking love this ass.”

“Then get in it,” I say, as I spin around, and set my feet on either side of his legs so I can ride his shaft. I lower myself onto his dick, inch by lubed inch, his groans letting me know how much he loves being inside me as my body swallows his cock.

When he’s all the way in, I breathe in the heated moment. Let the bliss charge through me.

“Hit play,” he says, and I oblige, stretching my arm to the keyboard.

The sounds of last night’s sex fill the room.

The slapping of flesh.

The moans of pleasure.

The skin, the noise, the tension.

We both tremble as we watch two men passionately fucking each other on the screen.

“Those two guys are really into each other,” Declan murmurs as he bites down on my shoulder.

“Yeah, they seriously are,” I say, moaning as he thrusts into me. I answer his stroke by clenching around his cock.

“Mmm . . . you make me feel so good, then and now,” he groans in my ear, then tips his forehead to the screen as we both gaze at the clip of the two of us wrapped up in each other, chasing the edge of desire.

Just like we are right now, as we come together again in a new way. Every time with Declan feels new. I rise up on him, finding a slow and sensuous rhythm while we stare at the way we pleased each other last night.

“What do you see when you watch us?” he asks as he grips my hips while I set the pace.

There are so many ways to answer that. I see lust and passion. I see heat and desire. I see our future. But what I see most of all is this— “I see two men in love.”

His hands clamp around my hips. His moans fall hot against my ear. “Yes, babe. I see the only man for me. I see us fucking and loving just like we’re doing right now,” he says, as the video ends, and we both sink into this moment, the intensity of it.

“No cameras tonight,” I whisper.

“Nope. Just want to make love to you,” he murmurs, and hell, it feels that way. Even though we’re chest to back, Declan Steele does make love to me in a sensual, seductive rhythm that makes me want to spend the whole damn night in his arms.

Shivering from the lust, I show him how much I love having him in me as I bounce up and down on his cock, roaming my hands up my chest, playing with my nipples, sending spikes of pleasure all throughout my body.

“Let me do that to you,” he murmurs, and I drop my hands to the edge of his thighs, sliding along the hair on his legs.

Declan flicks at my nipple piercing, making me shudder and whimper out his name. He does it again and again, and the only solution is to fuck his cock harder as my brain floats into a land of ecstatic bliss. I reach my arms behind me, wrapping them around the back of his head. He takes full advantage of the position, sweeping hungry, needy kisses all along my neck, scraping his stubble against my skin. Like the greedy lover I am, I take all of Declan’s kisses, and his touches, and his fucking, and I ride them out.

He sneaks a hand down my abs and grasps my cock.

I unleash a primal moan. “Yes, jack me, baby. Please.”

“You want it hard and fast?” he asks on a tight upstroke.

I tremble, shaking everywhere from the sweet agony of his touch. “Anything. Just make me come. Please.”

“I’ll get you there. I promise.”

As Declan’s hand flies along my length, he lavishes kisses on my neck, passionate open-mouthed caresses. Our bodies tangle, our sweat mingles, our hearts hammer in tandem, all while he whispers filthy nothings in my ear about coming inside me, making me his.

I’m already his. I’ve been his for a long time.