His eyes closed as wet kisses and sinfully sexy swipes of the tongue traveled along his neck, up his jaw, until Greer’s tongue traced the shell of his ear with expert skill, sending chills skating down his spine. Fuck, he liked that move. His hard cock leaked, no doubt leaving a wet spot in his briefs. He tucked his hips, driving into Greer’s equally rigid arousal.
In a twist Dallas hadn’t been expecting, Greer flipped them until Dallas’s ass landed on the sofa. The guy pounced on him, pushing Dallas to his back. Greer panted. His red, kiss-swollen lips moved into a seductive smile as he followed Dallas, straddling his thighs to hover over him, making Dallas squirm under the intensity of his stare.
“From the first moment I saw you, I’ve only wanted you.” Greer’s words rumbled from his chest.
“You don’t have to—” Dallas managed, but the fluttering of his heart cut off the rest of his words as it opened, giving itself freely to Greer and those sweet mutterings.
Greer pushed warm hands underneath the hem of Dallas’s knit shirt. His palms blazed a tantalizing trail over each of Dallas’s defined stomach muscles, up over his rib cage to lightly skim across each pec. Greer teased Dallas’s sensitive nipples, rolling each bud between his fingers. Pleasure flared through his body, his nipples drawing up tightly. Greer pushed the material over his head. Dallas rose, lifting his arms to better help Greer pull the binding material off his body. Then tossed the garment carelessly aside.
“It’s true.” Greer’s appreciative gaze scanned Dallas’s face. “I feel something in this, something I need. It’s hard to control myself with you, and I always control myself.” Greer’s plump lower lip tucked between his teeth as his hands traveled the length of Dallas’s arms, touching every dip and curve as he went. Greer openly admired the view of his body. “I saw the chest hair on YouTube. I hoped it was as thick as it looked, and I’m not disappointed.”
Greer sank on top of Dallas. His delicious weight pushed Dallas down again as Greer’s mouth claimed his. That insistent tongue plunged forward through the seam of his lips. Greer’s sweet taste may have touched Dallas’s very soul. As the heat between them intensified, Dallas wrapped his arms around Greer, drawing him tightly into an embrace.
The seductive grind of Greer’s slacks-covered arousal sliding against Dallas’s equally hard cock had him moaning into the incendiary kiss. One second, he was melting into a kiss, and the next, Greer’s palms pressed against Dallas’s chest, pushing himself up, breaking Dallas’s tight hold.
No, Dallas didn’t want it to end. He could kiss this man forever, and that was what he’d planned to do as he reached for Greer, trying to pull him back into his embrace. Greer evaded his hold, his chest heaving as a knee pushed between Dallas’s parted thighs. He tried to work the buttons of his shirt free. One leg on the sofa and the other dangling off the side.
Greer hastily moved his fingers from the shirt and fumbled with his own belt buckle. He still made record time, releasing the belt, unclasping the button of his slacks, and ripping his dress shirt free of the waistband. Dallas’s dick jerked at the peek of one hard, dusky nipple, and he immediately wanted to run his tongue across the hard bud.
Ten seconds felt more like ten minutes as the sultry peep show continued. Greer was intoxicating, and Dallas was already drunk on him. He rolled his hips, driving his aching cock against Greer. Frustration was evident in the quick rise and fall of Greer’s chest as he struggled with releasing the small buttons at his wrists. Greer’s gaze lifted, locking on to Dallas. “I need to feel skin against skin.”
Dallas sat up just enough to reach behind Greer, wrenching the tight-fitting partially unbuttoned dress shirt over the man’s head. The brute force of the action sent the remaining buttons flying in Dallas’s uncaring haste.
“Sorry.” The word held no apology.
“I’m not.” Greer chuckled as they tangled their hands at Greer’s waistband, trying to free his cock. Dallas’s life hinged on the visual of what was hiding inside those slacks. Greer brought his palms to Dallas’s chin, tilting his face up and into Greer’s line of sight. “Look at me, Dallas. Those green eyes stay right here. I swear they’ll be my undoing.”
Fuck, Greer had him leaking with just his words. Dallas rose to meet Greer’s descending lips halfway.
The power shifted. Dallas couldn’t deny taking over as he devoured Greer’s slightly parted lips. He was powerless to stop their frenzied momentum carrying them away. The kiss burned deep in his soul as Greer ate at his mouth like a starved man, neither seemed ready for it to end. Greer’s fingertips slid inside the waistband of his joggers.