Ambrose (The Theriot Family 5)

“I would kiss you all night if that’s what you wanted, but—”

Ambrose shook his head. “I want more, but I don’t know if I’m ready for—”

I laid a finger on his lips. “I like it both ways.”

“You… you’d let me fuck you?”

“I wouldn’t just let you. I’d enjoy the hell out of it.”

“Then why… I mean…”

“Should I kiss you now?” I asked.

“This is a mistake.”

I took a step toward him. “Yes, it is.”

“Do it.”

I pushed at his chest, and he let himself fall into the wall behind him. I took hold of his wrists and dragged his arms above his head, never breaking eye contact. He was wary, but I was sure he could break my hold if he wanted to. He didn’t. I laced our fingers together and leaned so close our chests brushed against each other.

“Is this good?” I wanted to challenge him, but I didn’t want to push him too hard. I’d seen him lose himself in memories of his time in the army once. I didn’t want to be the cause of that again.

“Fucking kiss me already.”

I was smiling as I pressed my lips to his, teasing the seam of his mouth until he opened for me with a groan. As I deepened the kiss, he arched his hips, pushing against me. I pressed him harder against the wall, letting him feel the ridge of my cock against his abdomen. He was just as hard as I was, and feeling that did something to me.

All my politeness and concern vanished, and I took from him, kissing him like I was going to devour him, thrusting hard against him. His hands squeezed mine and he struggled, but I kept him pinned. He groaned into my mouth, grinding his hips into me. When he brought one leg up, wrapping it around me, I let go of one of his hands and lifted his thigh higher, hooking it over my hip so I could press fully against him, rubbing our cocks together.

He reached between us with his free hand and pressed his palm against my cock. “Jesus, this is…”

“Strange?”

“No. Yes, but also fucking good. You feel amazing.”

Was he really accepting what he needed this easily? For now, I was going to let myself believe he was.

I released his other hand and began unfastening his pants. When I dropped to my knees, I looked up at him. His eyes were huge and glassy. “You okay?”

“Stop asking. If I don’t want something, I’ll tell you.”

“You want me to suck your cock?”

“Fuck yes.” He pushed my hands away and pulled his cock out. I moved closer, and he teased my lips with the tip of his cockhead.

I gripped the base of his shaft and lapped at the precum leaking from his slit. “You don’t have to hold back with me.”

“God, Eric. This is…”

“Come on. Fuck my mouth.” I didn’t usually talk dirty like this, but something about Ambrose made me want to. I wanted to shock him, to challenge him, to make him face exactly what he was doing and how much he wanted it.

He slid his hands into my hair and pulled me onto his shaft. I sucked him down, and he made a strangled sound.

I smiled around his dick, knowing he hadn’t expected me to be this good. Then I took him to the back of my throat, humming and swallowing around him as he bucked his hips, pushing deeper and making me gag. That didn’t stop him. He just thrust in again. And I took all that he gave.

He groaned as his head thunked back against the wall. I loved his visceral reaction. When I thought he was about to come, I gripped his wrists, pulling his arms away from my head. He resisted at first but then let me go so I could sit back on my heels and look up at him.

He sighed, relaxing into the wall as he gazed down at me. “That… that was… Jesus, I’ve never felt anything that good.”

I couldn’t hold back a laugh. “I appreciate the compliment.”

“I want you naked in my bed.”

“That can be arranged.”

The world swam around me when I stood, and Ambrose grabbed my arm. We both laughed.

“Is this… real?” he asked.

“Too real.”

“Shit.”

“Come on.” I took his arm and led him into the only other room in the cabin.

His bed filled most of the space. I’d been half-afraid he slept on a sleeping bag on the floor or, at best, a twin bed, but he had a queen covered with what looked like expensive sheets. “This is not what I expected at all.”

“I like a little luxury,” he said, running his hands over them.

“A very little.”

“I can’t be going soft like my brother.”

Dax was anything but soft, but this wasn’t the time to argue that, not when Ambrose was fighting with his clothes, trying to get them off so fast he ended up tangled in his t-shirt. My hands stilled on my fly as I watched, eager to get my first full look at his naked body.