Enraptured by the large man on his knees in front of him, Forest lifted his legs up, hooking his ankles at the small of Connor’s back. Slick fingers played with him, coating his hole with lubricant. It smelled familiar, then turned erotic when a simmering warmth kicked in, making Forest gasp in surprise. The sounds of a condom wrapper tearing sent tingles of fear and need through him—would he be able to take all of Connor’s girth—would he be able to be what Connor needed—and would Connor find pleasure in his already ill-used body?
He said something. For all he knew, he was complimenting Connor on the ink covering one of his upper arms. Forest couldn’t even remember the words as soon as they left his mouth, but whatever he’d mumbled made Connor smile. God, he lived for that man’s crooked, chipped-tooth smile. A thrust of Connor’s hips, and suddenly Forest’s skin was singing, tightening over his flesh and bones as Connor filled him, a rush of hot silken steel driving deep into the depths of Forest’s body.
And if there were a God, Forest thought, he’d die right then and there because he couldn’t imagine anything more perfect than Connor Morgan splitting him open and whispering hot whiskey Irish into his ear.
Then Connor began to move, and Forest simply gave up thinking.
Forest rode the waves of Connor’s thrusts. He could only hold on, tightly gripping the man’s powerful arms as they supported Con’s weight. His lover—because Connor was his lover—worked his hips in and out, angling up in a rolling snap slow enough to drive every single inch of Connor’s cock along the ridge of Forest’s hole and push the man’s shaft in deep. Forest’s hips rose with every thrust, his ass driven up on every motion.
Sweat glistened on their bodies, and Forest caught a drop of Connor’s when it fell from his throat. The salt of the man would echo the rush of come from Connor’s release, and as pale of a comparison as it would be, Forest was glad for the taste. He’d have the man’s taste in his mouth as he filled Forest’s depths, but that too became nothing but a rush of burned thought as Con found Forest’s sweet spot and the universe went black around them.
They slapped together, skin hitting wetly and teasingly. Forest ached for more, and Connor gave him his all, resting on his knees so he could slide his hands under Forest’s hips to get a better grip on the meat of Forest’s ass. Connor’s fingers dug in, a punishing grip, but Forest gloried in the man’s grasp. Connor wasn’t going to let him fall over the edge of his release alone. With every massive stroke, Con drove Forest further along until the tingle of his climax began to boil in his balls.
“Touch yerself, a ghra,” Connor growled, his accent thickening to emerald and gravel. “I want to see ye pull at yer dick and come for me. Can ye do that?”
Forest couldn’t find his hands; then his dick seemed to be as reluctant to be located. His nerves were shot, his mind blown beyond where it was supposed to be. Fumbling, Forest covered his cock with his hand, his fingers numb from the cascading pleasure rising up from his ass and balls. He couldn’t think straight enough to pull on himself, not in any sense of rhythm.
For once in his life, he couldn’t find the pattern of his own body. His heart’d fallen into time with Connor’s pulse, and the beat of it drove their sex, a shattering plunge on every downstroke.
It was too much for him when Connor’s hand rose up to cover his fingers and the man began to work Forest’s cock, sliding up and down in a single shuck before rubbing the rough of his palm over Forest’s head. Something caught on his slit—either the edge of a fingernail or a callus—either way, the rough scrape was the limit of Forest’s body, because the storm building up in his balls broke, and he screamed his release, arching his body up and clenching down hard on Connor’s wickedly hard cock.
Something hot came up into his ass, but it was held back, simmered by the sheath around it. In some part of his mind, Forest knew it was Connor’s spill, and he sighed, riding the tiny shivers of his climax while Connor continued to stroke at him, both inside and out.
Connor’s dick was still buried in him, Forest realized. Even softening from release, the man was firm enough to remain inside, and every shift of Connor’s weight reminded Forest of the ride they’d just taken together. The faint light coming from the bedroom’s overhead lamp dimmed when Connor bent over Forest, his dark hair catching up most of the bulb’s glow. Forest could still make out Con’s features and certainly the man’s sinfully delicious mouth before he tenderly kissed Forest’s lips.
“I love you too, a ghra,” Connor whispered against Forest’s kiss-swollen mouth. “And yeah, I’m never letting you go.”
Chapter 14
Hey there pretty boy
Whatcha doing over there
Come on over now
Don’t just sit and stare
Show you a right good time
Show you everything I got
Blowing town in an hour
But I’ve got time to hit the spot
—Talk is Cheap