I remove my hand from his throat and push back, not breaking eye contact until I’m sure he won’t retaliate, but I already know he won’t. Grant Halifax is only good at the mental mindfuck. He can’t and won’t hold his own with someone physically.
Reaching deep into my rational side, I turn and take Gavin’s hand, towing him from the room and straight up the stairs. With a booted foot I kick the door to the master bedroom closed behind us with a deafening bang. When Gavin opens his mouth to ask a question, I grab his face and crash my lips down over his.
Stunned, it takes Gavin a minute to respond, but when he does, he’s almost violent in his need. Gavin’s strong hands circle my ass, long fingers digging into the muscles painfully. His hard cock presses alongside mine and I counter by thrusting my hips forward, not caring that the rough fabric or zipper of my jeans is probably chafing my dick.
“God I missed you,” I moan, plunging my tongue into his mouth, reveling in the familiar taste. I inhale deeply, letting the scent of coconut, and sun, and sweat overwhelm my senses.
Breathless, Gavin rips his mouth away long enough to yank his threadbare T-shirt over his head and shove down his board shorts. He grips the hem of my shirt, practically tearing it off and tossing it behind his head. I can tell by the way his eyes widen that he’s going to ask about my scar.
To distract him, I fumble to undo my fly. It works, Gavin slapping my hand away, deftly undoing it and kneeling as he pulls my pants down to my ankles.
“Baby,” he moans, grabbing my ass and burying his face in my groin, inhaling deeply.
“Jesus, Gav,” my breath hitches, then stops completely when he swallows my cock. “Fuu-uuck,” the air punches out of me in a huff at the pleasure of his hot mouth and perfect suction.
Gavin moans, sending a shudder through my balls all the way up my spine. Much too soon, I can feel my release straining to be contained.
“Gav, stop,” I pant.
He pulls off my dick with a pop, staring up at me with those big blue eyes, his full lips swollen and wet.
Desperate to claim him, I haul Gavin to his feet and throw him onto the bed, climbing on top until we’re eye to eye, our bodies lined up perfectly.
“What about everyone downstairs,” Gavin rasps as I lick my way across his lightly stubbled jaw to the sensitive pulse point on his neck.
“Fuck ‘em.”
I bite down on that sweet spot and grind our hips together simultaneously, earning a long, loud moan.
“Shit, Mitch. Oh god. Fuu-uuuck.”
I slide down his body, licking and kissing my way across his chest, following the blonde hair down his stomach.
“You don’t have to, Mitch,” he whispers.
Breathing in his scent, I reply. “I want to.” Tentatively, I drag my tongue up the base of his smooth cock and then swirl it around the head. He moans, arching back as his fingers thread through my hair.
“So good, baby.”
Holding the thick length upright, I stretch my mouth around the flared head and suck, hard.
“Fuck! Holy shit, Mitch,” he stutters. His hips thrust off the bed and I choke a little. “Jesus, sorry. It’s just so…”
His words die as I recover and begin to move my hand and mouth in tandem, getting a taste of precome with each lash of my tongue over his slit. As his breathing gets louder, I pull off, my chest already sore from exertion. “God you taste good, Gavin.”
“Come up here,” he rasps, his eyes unfocused and his mouth half open. I climb up the bed, once again settling on top of him with our hips lined up.
One of Gavin’s hands finds my ass, pulling me closer to add pressure between our stiff cocks. His other hand weaves into the thick hair at the top of my skull. Gavin tugs hard, sending a shock of pain/pleasure across my scalp. He uses my hair to direct my lips back to his, claiming me in the messiest, hottest, dirtiest mouth fuck of my life. His tongue plunges in deep, pulling back before diving in again.
My breathing kicks up another notch as he lifts his hips to thrust against me. Now my wound is on fire, but short of my chest tearing open, nothing is going to stop me from being with Gavin.
I reach between us, swiping my hand over the heads of our cocks, smearing both of our precome down our combined lengths. Getting a go
od grip around us, I begin to move.
“Oh god,” Gavin groans when the head of my cock rubs the sensitive underside of his with each pass. The sounds he makes are so erotic, my pace falters when he cries out. Yet I continue bucking against him while stroking our cocks in time with each thrust, never stopping, never wanting to stop, never wanting to let him go again.
Gavin throws his head back and hisses my name, arching his neck and grinding his head into the bed. I nip at the strained tendons with my teeth and lick a wet path across his Adam’s apple, reveling in his pleasure.