Greer pushed back on Dallas’s hand, rolling his hips as he lifted. Greer sat with his back to Dallas’s chest, pumping his hips into Dallas’s fingers. Greer’s head dropped against Dallas’s shoulder, his arms lifting, hand threading in his hair. Greer was the sexiest guy on this planet. He tilted Dallas’s head, capturing his mouth. He thrust his tongue forward into the awkward kiss, caught completely off guard when Greer’s hand reached between their bodies, grabbing Dallas’s engorged cock.
Greer tore from the kiss, his eyes narrowing, his face twisting into something stern and commanding. “Condom. Now.”
To drive Dallas’s unspoken retort home, he curled his fingers directly into the orgasm-inducing bundle of nerves as a reminder of exactly who was in charge.
Greer sucked in a breath, that tight ass clenching around his fingers. Greer panted as he scrambled off Dallas, dropping down on all fours. “Own me. Now!”
Dallas chuckled, rolling the condom down his cock. “I’m pretty sure that’s what I’ve been doing.”
Greer’s grin lit up his face as he looked over his shoulder to give him a seductive wink. “You sure are confident for your first time.”
Electricity, chemistry, and just plain desire crackled through the air. He could feel it sliding across his skin. Dallas swatted his lover’s ass. The anticipation practically sizzled between them as he took hold of his hard cock and positioned himself at Greer’s entrance. The moment was here. His heart slowed to a steady thump. Dallas grabbed the lube, quickly giving himself a good coating. What he’d always wanted. All his focus centered at the tip of his cock, circling Greer’s hole.
The overwhelming intensity held him in place as Greer eased back. The tight ring of muscle gave the slightest hint of resistance.
“Oh God…” Dallas hissed. Swamped with so many feelings, his hands shook as he guided himself in. “Oh yeah…” Dallas’s eyes rolled back in his head. He sucked in a breath and held it as Greer’s tight, warm channel surrounded the head as he slowly pushed forward. Greer’s body tensed, his hands fisting the material on the mattress again as he moaned his name repeatedly.
Then his guy did something Dallas had never thought possible, he visibly relaxed and pushed back, fully seating Dallas. Tight heat encased him, gripping him like a vise. It was fucking heaven and hell. Torturous, maddening, and oh so sweet.
His body trembled, his brow furrowing as the power of that sensation had darkness edging his consciousness. He had to breathe. He was going to pass out if he didn’t draw in air. Being balls deep in Greer had him on overload. The pleasure took all his senses.
Move. He couldn’t. Every muscle in his body quivered and tensed simultaneously, leaving him helpless. Move.
Greer took over, pulling off Dallas’s dick and sinking back down in the most lust-filled moment of Dallas’s life. Greer’s movements were deliberate and depraved. The thought brought a smile to his lips.
“Come on, babe.” Greer’s eyes were laden with lust. His lips parted slightly before curling into a sexy sneer. “Fuck me, D.”
Sex. Greer. Hard and fast. Right. His brain finally caught up after glitching out.
“You feel too good.” Dallas’s voice sounded raspy and raw even to himself. He ran his palms up Greer’s hips, caressing the smooth, soft skin, before digging his fingertips into the hard muscles.
Greer squirmed, circling his hips, meeting him move for move, urging Dallas into action. Dallas thrust deep, hips snapping back and forth, in and out, in a maddening motion into Greer’s pliant body. His hands moved of their own accord, sliding over any skin he could find. The steady rhythm built as he canted his hips. Crazy heat began to boil at the base of his spine, spilling into his balls.
This was too much, so good. He wouldn’t last. His orgasm was building too fast to control.
The muscles in Greer’s sides moved under his fingers as he held on to Greer’s waist for leverage before sliding his arm across Greer’s chest and locking his lover in place. In his wildest imagination, he hadn’t even come close to envisioning the feeling of his body pushing deep into Greer’s. He held Greer against him, skin on skin, so much friction and heat. In his dreams, he’d topped, but never like this. Greer felt insanely good.
How could he ever go back to pretending to be the person his father demanded he be? He couldn’t live the lie any longer. This was right, so fucking right.
Fuck, being with Greer…was everything.
Greer worked his hips, keeping the tempo, building the sensations with him. His thighs burned from exertion, but he had no intention of slowing. The air thickened around them as he continued to bury himself in Greer’s perfect heat.
Grunts and pants filled the air. “Fuck, Dallas. God. Damn.”
“I know,” he managed to grunt out, screwing his eyes closed, never wanting this to end. Greer squirmed on him, lifting, and seating himself on Dallas, his movement forcing Dallas’s dick balls deep. Dallas’s ass rested on his heels as he rode the pleasure, struggling to fight back the orgasm racing like liquid fire down his spine. “Fuckin’, hell. Greer.”