Connor winced, remembering the half hour burning sear he’d endured, and dropped his hands back down to his sides.
If there was anything hotter than seeing Forest kneel on the bed and dip his oiled fingers down his own crack, Connor didn’t know what it was. Resting on his shins and his feet angled out into a V, Forest’s pale body arched forward and his shoulders twisted about, his arm down along his hips. His hands were graceful, artistic, and fluid, and Forest’s long fingers slid farther down, smearing the fragrant oil on the cheeks of his ass.
Hooking his fingers down between his cleft, Forest looked up through a tangle of gold-streaked hair, his enormous brown eyes hooded with lust. Connor saw the shift in the man’s awareness when Forest realized his pose—his movements—enflamed Connor’s lust. Forest finally realized how much power he had over his lover, and he licked his mouth, a long sweep of pink tongue over plump lips. He arched his body farther, the tilt of his hips splaying his asscheeks apart and giving Connor a clear view of what lay between them.
Connor swallowed, clenching his fingers into the sheets. Then Forest’s long, elegant fingers stroked at his hole, plunging the tip of one past his dusky rim, and Connor lost his mind.
The faint golden light from the overhead lamp threw every rise of muscle on Forest’s body into a study of bright and dark. The ropy cords on Forest’s arms stood out as he slid his fingers in deeper, coating his hole with a thick slather of fragrant oil. Heated by Forest’s warm skin, the lubricant’s faint vanilla scent turned musky thick.
“God, baby,” Connor growled. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
He couldn’t wait. Didn’t want to wait. Connor snapped a condom over his eager cock. Gripping Forest’s wrist, Connor guided his lover’s fingers out of his suckling hole. The blond surrendered to Connor, allowing himself to be placed on a rise of thick accent pillows, his back resting against the headboard.
Forest’s hands came up to skim over Connor’s shoulders, tracing out every bulge and dip of his broad chest and arms. They kissed, and Connor moaned into his lover’s mouth, his cock dancing up against Forest’s length, a quick bow of hello, then a rub for good measure.
“I like this,” Forest rasped. “I like being able to see you.”
“I like being able to see you too.” Connor slid his hands under Forest’s thighs, spreading him open. “Hold on to me, a ghra. I’m planning on giving you the ride of your life.”
He slid in, hot and hard. Forest took him, grunting from the intrusion, but Con’s legs came up, and Connor slipped his bended legs under his lover, cradling Forest’s hips with his hands. He shoved up again, thrusting deeper, and bent his head down to kiss the length of Forest’s neck. The man moaned and writhed, twisting around Connor’s dick as it throbbed in Forest’s depths.
“Fuck,” Forest stammered. “Shit, you’re so—fucking huge.”
If there was a heaven, Connor was sure he’d found its gates or at least an angel guarding it, because Forest’s face shone with deep pleasure, and the shadows of Connor’s day burned away under the sheer delight he felt at hearing Forest begging for more.
“Grab my shoulders, a ghra,” Connor ordered brusquely. “And hold on.”
Forest did as he was told, gripping Con’s shoulders tightly. Anchored on Connor’s dick, he leaned back, resting against the headboard. Grabbing the high wooden slat board on either side of Forest’s shoulders, Connor slammed up, rocking into his lover’s clench. The bed held—as did Forest, and Connor grinned wickedly, poised to fuck Forest until the man went boneless and sleepy.
It took him a few seconds to find the right beat, but after a couple of tentative thrusts, Connor hit the mark of Forest’s body. He felt the shiver work through Forest’s thighs when he hit the man’s sweet spot, and Forest’s balls tightened up, rolling in the curve of Connor’s body.
Connor caught himself and fell into a steady rhythm, shifting and rolling his hips to angle his cock into Forest’s tight channel. His body grew slick with a dewy sweat, and Forest licked at his nipple, catching the nub with a nip of his teeth.
The slight pain drove needling sensations down his belly and straight into Connor’s balls. Hitching his lover up with a thrust of his thighs, Connor worked in hard, stretching Forest’s legs farther apart. The man’s hands slipped down to Con’s arms, and Forest grunted again, bending toward Connor. Panting, Forest dove a hand down between their pressed-together bodies, finding the length of his dick plastered against Con’s stomach.