If I couldn’t convince him to want me instead of Chris Banks, I would at least do my best to show him how he deserved to be treated by whoever he ended up with. He deserved the best. He deserved to be worshipped and pleasured until he could hardly think straight and his muscles and bones felt like a twist of overcooked noodles in the bed.
“I feel like the deer caught in the hunter’s sights,” Teo said with a nervous chuckle. He sat naked on the side of his perfectly made bed with his hands stretched behind him, propping him up. “I’m ready for the hunter to do a strip show before aiming his gun at me, if you don’t mind.”
I reached behind me to pull off my T-shirt. “This weapon has been pointed at you most of the day.” I stepped closer after twisting open the button on my fly and lowering my zipper. “Hands and knees, Tee.”
His bright eyes widened as he scrambled more fully onto the bed, scattering the cat and spreading his knees until I could see exactly what I wanted. His pale, round ass was smooth and full, lit up warmly from the bedside table lamp he’d turned on when he was undressing.
I stepped up and grabbed two handfuls, leaning down to suck up a mark on one creamy cheek before smacking it lightly and watching his ass jiggle. “Fuck, I want you.”
Teo leaned over and stretched to open the bedside table drawer. I spotted multiple bottles of lube, a brand-new box of condoms, and at least two dildos in the drawer. He pulled out the condoms and a bottle of lube and tossed them on the bed next to me.
“You want me to pull out those toys?” I asked, leaning down to speak lowly into his ear. He shivered and shook his head.
“No. Just you. Want you. Please.”
I ran my hand up his bare back and into his dark brown hair, feeling the thick strands through my fingers. I loved messing up his hair. It reminded me of how he looked after sex—debauched and well fucked. Glazed-over eyes, flushed skin, and hair everywhere. Just thinking about how he looked after sex was enough to make my dick hard as steel.
When I turned his head to the side, I noticed his lips were full and red, wet with his nervous licking and nibbling. I leaned over and took them into my mouth, tasting the surprising pineapple of one of my Hawaii candies on his tongue. I cupped the back of his head and held him close, seeking more of the pineapple sweetness. Teo made little whimpers and moans and seemed to melt further into the mattress.
My heart thundered with an odd kind of anxiety I hadn’t felt before, like a mixture of fear and excitement all rolled into one. The feeling was heavy with promise but dangerous too, like I was messing with something completely out of my depth.
I kissed his bare shoulder and down his warm skin to the sharp angle of his shoulder blade. I could taste salt and sunshine on his skin as I moved the kisses down his spine. Teo looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes already a little dazed. The forest-green ring around his irises was stark against the lighter green center, and his pupils were dark and wide. He really was stunningly beautiful, and it boggled my mind that he was still single, that neither Chris nor any other man had managed to grab him up for their very own.
He was one of the kindest men I’d ever met. Even in the short time I’d known him, I’d seen how gentle he was as a caregiver, how sweet he was as a friend, and how vulnerable he was in a world that seemed harsher than he deserved. As my hands moved across miles of his skin and my lips mapped his body, I thought about what I could do to make his life better… easier.
For one, I could stop being an asshole about his best friend. Maybe he knew things about Chris that somehow excused or at least explained his bad behavior. Or maybe it was none of my fucking business anyway. Regardless, if Teo wanted Chris, then I would help him get him. Because what I realized I wanted more than anything was for Teo to be happy and have everything his heart desired.
And I was going to start by giving him the best orgasm of his life.
I reached for the lube and wet my fingers before sliding them one at a time into his body while reaching around to grasp his cock with my other hand.
“Jack,” he whimpered. “Fuck. Fuck. Please… fuck.”
“Your vocabulary gets noticeably less varied the harder your dick becomes,” I teased in a low voice.
“I can’t… fuck,” he breathed again. I swiped my finger over his gland, and he moaned. His entire body tightened up in pleasure, and his dick jumped in my hand.
“That’s it. Feel good?”
Teo’s only answer was more unintelligible noises. I continued fingering his ass and stretching him with one hand while reaching for the condom with the other. Finally, I had to give up and use both hands to get the damned box open and the condom on, but as soon as I was ready, I leaned over his back and pressed my cock to his hole, feeling the heat of his body and the tight clench of his muscles through the thin latex.
Now it was my turn to groan. “Christ, Tee. Fuck, you feel good.”
He reached back and grabbed my hip with one hand, letting his chest fall to the mattress. Sliding into his body was coming home after a string of back-to-back trips. The relief was so overwhelming, I felt my throat tighten. I tucked my face into the side of his neck and began to slide in and out of him slowly, relishing every noise and squeeze of his body.
“Jack.” His voice was breathy and broken, begging for me.
“You feel so good.” I knew I’d said it already, but I didn’t know what other words to use to describe how incredible it felt to be inside him, to be with him like this while he was at his most vulnerable and beautiful.
The words weren’t there, but the feelings were. They reached up and squeezed my throat, banging the final nail in the coffin of my desire for him. This was so much more than a hookup, more than fake anything, and yet I hadn’t wanted this. I hadn’t been looking for anything like it. In fact, I’d deliberately set out to avoid falling for someone again.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on the moment. How many times did I need to remind myself to simply enjoy this time with him?
“Harder,” he begged. “Faster. It feels… it…” His breathing was fast, and his hand clenched on the skin of my hip. “Too much. I need… Jack, please.”
I sped up and pounded into him harder, ignoring my desire to flip him over so I could look into his eyes as I pushed him over the edge. If I did that, if I made the connection between us even more intimate, I might ruin everything. I didn’t want to lose him completely, and I knew that if I told him how I was feeling, I’d be crossing a line we’d never recover from.
I knelt up and pressed a hand flat between his shoulder blades, holding him down firmly against the bed as I drove into him. With my teeth clenched against words I couldn’t say, I silently begged for him to come. He stroked himself with one hand, whimpering and crying out when I thrust into him.
Just as I felt my own release bearing down on me, I heard him scream my name and felt his body tense as he came. Watching, hearing, and feeling him come was enough to bring my own release on swift and hard. He was so hot, writhing and crying beneath me, that it ripped my own orgasm out of me with shocking force.
I groaned until I gasped for breath. My arms shook as I tried to keep from collapsing on top of him and crushing his smaller body into the bed. After dropping small kisses across his neck and shoulder and murmuring words to him about how beautiful he was, how incredibly sexy he was, I gently pulled out and turned to find the bathroom. I returned to the bed with a damp towel to help clean him up and then moved him under the covers so we could lie together and catch our breaths for a little while.