Incandescent

His hands grasped my ass, his fingers digging in as he thrust upward, making me groan. It felt so damned perfect to be next to him again, and knowing he wanted me to stay the night…it only made me greedier for him.

Delaney’s fingers curled beneath the hem of my shirt, and I leaned back enough to help him lift it over my head, doing the same to him so we were chest to chest, then lips to lips as I fused our mouths back together. I kissed across his jaw, then down to his throat and collarbones, smelling his clean, soapy skin. I brushed my tongue against one nipple, then the other, loving how they instantly swelled as he shivered and moaned.

“Feels so good,” he said, angling his mouth to feather his lips against my neck.

“Your smell is driving me crazy.” I nibbled at his hip bones, sucked a rosy mark beside his belly button as I fumbled to unbutton his jeans. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Marc.” His fingers tightened in my hair as he squirmed against me. “Take me to bed.”

I sat back on my heels to look at him, at his softened eyes and glossy skin from where my mouth had practically devoured him. Standing, I stretched out my hand to pull him up with me, and hand in hand, we padded upstairs to the bedroom, where I hemmed him against the wall outside the door and kissed him breathless.

Delaney yanked at my button and zipper and helped me push out of my jeans and underwear while he dropped his own to the bedroom floor.

Completely bare, I couldn’t help pulling him to me, burying my face in his neck, the hairs on his thighs tickling my own. Delaney sighed against my ear, kissed it, then pulled me toward the bed and urged me to lie down.

He climbed on top, and I stared into his eyes, my hands cupping his face. “What do you want, Lane?”

“I want you to fuck me,” he said with so much resolve, I shivered.

He kissed my lips and jaw and ear before licking down my neck to my chest. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, and I cried out, my fingers grasping at his scalp.

“You make me so fucking hard.” He lifted his glittering eyes to mine. “I need another taste of you.” He feathered kisses all over my stomach and hips and thighs, finally burying his nose in my groin and sniffing deeply. “Your smell drives me wild too.”

“Fucking hell,” I groaned, completely turned on by his admission.

My stiff cock was making a sticky mess against my stomach, and when he gripped the root, I hissed. I practically came unglued when he lapped at the tip, then engulfed me in the heat of his mouth. I arched my back and gasped as my cock nudged the back of his throat. He gagged a little but got an A for effort, using the perfect amount of suction as he brought me right to the fucking edge.

“Wait.” My fingers against his skull stilled him. “Don’t wanna come yet.”

When he drew back, I angled myself enough to flip him to the mattress and show him the same attention. I took his thick length in my mouth, and his hips thrust upward, urging me on. But we’d only gotten started, so I relaxed my jaw, letting go of his shaft, and panted into his skin, trying to rein in my pulse. He made a frustrated noise, his hands cupping my cheeks and urging me back to his cock, which was slick from my saliva. I chuckled, loving when he was self-possessed like this. Letting go and just feeling every sensation.

“Condoms and lube?” I asked, hoping he was prepared because I sure as hell wasn’t.

Red dotted his cheeks. “Bedside table.”

I rooted around in the drawer, wondering if he’d banked on me agreeing to tonight. There was little chance I’d say no—not for a shot to have him all to myself like this.

I tossed the supplies on the bed and met his eyes. “On your stomach, Lane.”

His eyes flared, his cheeks even redder as he twisted toward the sheets and buried his head in his pillow. I shuddered. Seeing him laid out like this for me was surreal.

Was this really happening?

“You’re gorgeous.” He groaned as I kneaded his ass, relishing the downy fuzz on his cheeks that was reminiscent of the hair on his chest.

When my thumbs parted his crease, he trembled, swearing under his breath.

“There’s that pretty hole you teased me with the other night,” I groaned.

“Goddamn, Marc,” he moaned, his hands balling into fists as if he was trying to control his urges. “I’ve never…never had anyone…”

“I’m gonna make you feel good, baby,” I said with a little growl, my balls already tight and aching. I spread him wide, took in that puckered hole covered by fuzz. I couldn’t wait to soften it with my tongue. “Trust me?”