“When you put it like that.” He pecked at my lips, then fused our mouths together, the mutual exploration turning slow and sensual.
As I gripped the back of his neck to create a tighter connection, he sighed against my lips and murmured my name.
We continued that way, barely coming up for air, for a couple of blissful minutes until someone knocked into us, nearly spilling his beer on our heads.
“For what it’s worth, you guys look good together,” someone said in my ear as they brushed past us, and I stiffened. When I looked back, it was Kellan, and all at once it dawned on me that we were openly making out in a gay bar. Holy shit. That certainly was never on this season’s Bingo card.
“Well, now that I’ve got you loosened up,” Girard said with a laugh. “Let’s go make fools of ourselves on the dance floor.”
22
Girard
The tension in the car became tangible after our night out, thick and nearly suffocating, and my thoughts were all over the place.
It had been so fun. And hot. And brave.
Maclain had set my skin on fire with his kisses and his proclamation.
Hell, he’d even danced with me. What world was this?
I felt like we were on the brink of something big, important. It was the exact reason I’d turned down that man who’d approached us. I only had eyes for Maclain, and I wasn’t sure if after tonight he’d ruin me for other guys. Or girls, for that matter.
And just picturing him with anybody else tore me up inside.
Once he pulled into the lot, I certainly didn’t want the night to end, and given the longing looks we’d been sharing the entire ride back, I didn’t think he wanted it to end either. “You can come up if you want…even to just hang out. No pressure.”
He closed his eyes and groaned softly, as if I’d offered the thing he was dying to hear, but also the thing he was fighting against the hardest.
I slid out of the car without waiting for his reply, and when I heard him cut the engine and follow me up the stairs, my heart started beating wildly.
The second we got inside, we were mashing our lips together again, tongues exploring deeply, wildly, and, damn, kissing him made everything more… Just more.
It was as if he’d opened the floodgates of all my longing and I couldn’t contain it any longer. And apparently neither could Maclain because his lips probed and his fingers searched as he pinned me against the wall much like he’d done at the club.
“Bed,” he rasped as we kicked out of shoes and jeans and flung shirts across the room until we were finally bare. Then he was on me again kissing, licking, sucking my throat and jaw and ear. My cock was hard in an instant, my nuts already aching.
“Mason.” I grabbed his hips to steady myself. “Remember, we can pace ourselves. We don’t have to—”
“I want this. I want you,” he murmured. “I know the first time might hurt, but I need to feel you, really feel you. I wanna feel alive, and you make me feel that way, like I’m burning from the inside. And I just…I need that right now.”
His confession washed over me in a crushing tide of emotion. I knew how hard it was for him to ask to be touched, and how desperately he craved it. But this was something altogether different, like he was putting his trust in me, and I wanted nothing more than to experience everything with him—together.
“Okay, I hear you.” I pecked his lips. “I dreamed about a night like this, with you. It’s why I made sure I had condoms and lube.”
His cheeks darkened as his fingers twisted in my hair, our foreheads resting together.
I kissed him slower, gentler. My lips feathered along his jaw, then down his throat to the center of his chest. He shivered at my touch, his nipples hardening as my thumb traced them in a circular pattern, then blazed a trail of gooseflesh across his rib cage.
I walked him backward toward the bed, and when he sank down, waiting for me to make the next move, to give him what he asked for, it felt heady.
Leaning forward, I sucked on his lips and tongue and throat, wanting to leave a bruise on his skin—to help him remember what this was, who we were—but knowing it was a bad idea.
He was being brave, maybe braver than me. But given our history, he could look like he did now—his eyes emerald pools of intensity, subtly hiding the fear right under the surface—and still decide to bolt at a moment’s notice.
Except tonight had felt different than the times before. He’d completely let go in the club, in front of friends, not worrying about who saw us. I loved seeing that side of him.
Lowering myself on top of him, I felt the hard ridge of his cock against mine as he grabbed fistfuls of my ass, kneading my cheeks and making me tremble.
My cock ached as I gripped us both and rutted against him. “It’ll probably be painful—at first.”
“It won’t. Well, maybe a little, but…” He looked away, slashes of rosy color along his cheeks. “I’ve been…using my fingers, to practice.”
I groaned because if that wasn’t the hottest thing…Maclain playing with himself, learning what turned him on…
Shifting away momentarily, I reached for the lube in the nightstand drawer. “Let me see. Stick your fingers in your hole.”
His face flushed hotter still as I also placed a condom on the mattress and eagerly waited, not wanting to rush him.
Maclain turned on his side, one knee jutting out over the other, then held out his hand for the lube. I wet both of our fingers, then watched as he reached between his cheeks like he knew exactly what he was doing. Jesus, he was killing me.
He had trouble keeping his gaze on me as he bit his lip in concentration and slid his finger partway inside. I felt my cock jerk as he gasped and probed deeper.
“Ah hell, why is that so hot?” I reached for him, rubbed my hand up his thigh to relax him, unable to take my eyes off the area where his digit disappeared inside his hole. I gulped, imagining it being me and wanting nothing more in that moment. With a shaky grip, I held his ass cheek open with one hand and traced his rim with my finger.
“Fuck,” he squirmed against my hand as if extending an invitation. So I inched my finger alongside his, and we both groaned as his slick hole accepted the intrusion.
He was warm and tight, and I stared down in wonder. “I can’t believe this is happening. That both of us are inside you.”
“Tell me about it,” he said, and shuddered as I pushed my finger all the way in. When I pegged his prostate, he moaned and pleaded for more.
I gave him what he wanted, and together we prepped him as he trembled and rocked against our fingers. My hand on my own dick, I squeezed the base to keep myself in check because this was like watching my wildest fantasies come alive.
“Want you, Nickie.” Hearing him sound so damned needy unlocked something inside me. That last holdout piece before I was all in.
I briefly shut my eyes to steady my racing pulse, then concentrated on rolling the condom down my stiff shaft and slicking it with lube. “How should we…?”
Maclain removed his fingers from his ass and rolled to his back without hesitation. “Like this?” He lifted his knees, boldly giving himself to me. I groaned because, holy shit, that was a sight to behold. When I finally dragged my gaze away from his tight, pink hole and met his eyes, I saw the raw vulnerability there.