“I just . . .”
“Travis?” I force my eyes back to his. “Shut. Up. Stop overthinking everything for once,” he says right before he crashes his lips against mine, and a zing of pleasure soars through me. His lips are confident and strong as he kisses me hard, his hand still stroking my dick like it’s the most natural thing in the world to him. I feel the kiss all the way from my lips down to the tips of my toes. The sheer pleasure has me thrusting into his hand and gripping his hair, my fingernails digging into his scalp, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He instead kisses me harder, moving us until my back hits the wall of the living room/kitchen/bedroom of the studio.
Jesus, he’s a good kisser.
I raise my free hand to his bare chest, dragging my fingers over every defined muscle of his stomach, each one flexing as I explore him. When I wrap my fist around his hard cock, he moans into my mouth as he swallows my tongue.
I stroke him, using his precum as lube, while we both jut our hips forward, chasing that high as we kiss. He grips my ass hard, and I moan, nibbling on his lips with my teeth and then stroking my tongue over his. We’re both panting, and my body is on fire, but then I realize this isn’t what I want.
Apparently, I stop kissing him because his hands still, and then so does his mouth as he pulls back to look into my eyes. “Hey, stay with me.” His voice is raspy and sexy as hell, but I hate the worry I hear there.
I try to catch my breath as I shake my head and move my hand from his cock to his chest, reveling in his rapidly beating heart under my hand. His skin is soft and warm over all that hard muscle. “Not like this.”
“Like what?” His dark brow rises as he studies me, releasing my cock and moving both hands to my hips. “How do you want it?”
I think back to every rushed hookup I’ve ever had. Remembering the shame and fear in the back of my mind as I quickly got off and got my partners off. I don’t want that. I want to slow down and enjoy this.
“Slow,” I say, smoothing my hand over each rock-hard pec and then down his hardened stomach, tracing every ridge. His eyes track the movement, but he doesn’t make a move. He lets me explore him with my hand. He has a light dusting of hair between his pecs, and I take a moment to feel it under my palms and then use my finger to follow the trail that goes from his navel to neatly trimmed pubic hair. “You’re so fucking hot,” I say dumbly and can feel him smiling even though I’m not looking at his face.
I ignore his cock—which, yes, is extremely impressive—long, thick, and cut. Flushed red and leaking at the tip, with striated veins I definitely want to take my time exploring. But I move past it to his strong thighs, covered in a dusting of hair, just as hard and defined as the rest of him, the muscles flexing when I move over them.
My hands move up his backside and over his firm ass, which also does a nice flex as my hands drag over it to his strong back. I marvel in every masculine ridge of him, all the way up to his shoulders.
I trail my fingers over every bulging vein of his biceps and then down his forearms—who knew forearms could be sexy?—and his wrists. Every single part of him is beautiful. Even his hands, which I take in mine, removing them from my hips and threading our fingers together, then look into his eyes.
“You okay?” he asks, but there’s no mocking tone. He’s staring at me, studying me carefully.
I nod, liking the way his hands fit with mine as we stand there, totally naked, neither of us any less hard than we were before I slowed things down. If anything, our cocks are standing fuller between our bodies. “I’ve never taken my time before.”
He seems to think that over for a moment and then nods, his lips parting slightly. “I haven’t either.”
I raise a brow, assuming he’s lying. “Never?”
He shakes his head. “It’s usually just about getting off and leaving before any more questions can be asked.”
I nod in understanding. Maybe we’re more alike than I thought.
“I liked kissing you though,” he says, flashing a shy grin, and I laugh, but I liked kissing him too.
I didn’t have time to enjoy a kiss before. Or exploring. The smart thing would have probably been to just get off quickly, but I don’t know.
Oakley seems hellbent on letting me do whatever I want, so why not take the opportunity?
THIRTEEN
OAKLEY
My racing heart threatens to escape my chest. I was happy just to come over and fuck his brains out. Show him what he was missing.
But that damn kiss. Holy shit. I’ve never experienced a kiss like that in my life. I felt it everywhere. I got lost in it in a way I never have before. His lips were as soft as I’d imagined, but they were also firm and demanding.
He wasn’t just a pliant participant, letting me do my thing. With Travis, there was push and pull. There was almost a fierceness to it. Yeah, that’s it. It was fierce. Angry and passionate but also soft and willing.
When he stopped kissing me back, I thought it was over. That he’d push me away and I’d have to fight my way back in. I wouldn’t have been above begging at that point. Offering up my truck for another shot. But he didn’t push me away.
He just wanted to slow down. His hands moving over me slowly as he touched every part of me was enough to nearly drive me insane, but in the best possible way. His touch was just as firm as his mouth, but it was gentle too. Like he almost couldn’t believe he was touching me, that he was able to take his time exploring.
So I didn’t dare move or speak. I stood still, my cock pleading for relief, but it’s just going to have to wait. I want this for him. I want this for me.
I want the time. This moment.
Because I know he’s going to overthink this. I know he’ll likely regret it, although I hope to hell not, and I selfishly want the memory.
Why? I’m not exactly sure.
He moves closer to me, and I suck in a harsh breath before he presses his lips to mine, softly exploring my mouth, like he did with his hands on my body. He nips lightly on my lower lip and then on the upper one, before languidly fucking my mouth with his tongue.
I can’t resist the urge to touch him anymore and slide my hand up his smooth back and grasp the back of his neck, holding him in place and deepening the kiss.
He grunts, running his hands over my chest and pecs as he kisses me back. He doesn’t have as much muscle as I do. He’s leaner, but his body is defined and beautiful. Hard everywhere. Including his dick that slides against mine every so often. To say Travis Wyatt is beautiful would be an understatement.
He’s perfect. That’s just a fact. His hard body against mine is my new addiction, I can feel it, my brain attaching to this memory and holding on. Knowing I’ll desperately want this over and over.
When his hand grips both our cocks, I close my eyes hard, my body firing with intense pleasure as I thrust into his hand and our cocks slide against each other.
“Yes,” he gasps against my mouth.
“Oh holy fuck,” I say between heated kisses and thrusting in a perfect rhythm with him. Who knew cock against cock could feel so damn good? I mean, seriously? I had no idea, but I’m addicted now.
“Yes, Oakley.” My name on his lips spurs me on. It’s a beautiful sound. One I want to hear over and over.