“Kiss me,” I breathed out, and he did.
Tom’s hands slid up my sides and across my back in broad, slow circles. As they did, my shirt lifted and I shivered at the cool air on my back, but not for long. His fingers snuck underneath, traversing my bare skin.
Yes, my very soul seemed to cry out, and I found myself whispering the word against his lips between kisses.
I wanted to make love to him. Needed him inside me, completing and connecting us, driving us over the brink of ecstasy together.
But when I tried to pull back, Tom only grabbed my ass and held me there, grinning as I squirmed. “Where are you going? I have plans, you know.”
I instantly stopped squirming, vibrating with curious excitement. “You do? What plans? What do you want to try?”
Explore, baby, I wanted to say. Explore as much as you want. My impatience could wait for another day.
Tom licked his lips and reached between us, neatly stripping off my T-shirt in one motion. Then he put one arm around my lower back as if to make sure I didn’t slide off the edge of the bed.
With his other hand, he touched my rock-hard length through the thin layer of my pajama pants.
Instantly my whole body went tense and hard as the touch vibrated straight to my core. Please! I thought, biting my lip so hard it hurt. Please, Tom. I’m yours.
The sensitivity faded into a pleasant heat as Tom loosely gripped the outline of my shaft through the fabric and stroked. The texture ignited sparks into a lightning storm. Shivery pulses of pleasure ran through my belly and into my chest as I struggled to catch my breath.
“Is that good?” Tom asked quietly, carefully.
“So good,” I reassured him, my voice a hoarse whisper. My tip was leaking now, a patch of wetness appearing over the head of my cock.
He chuckled and pushed the waistband down until my flushed, stiff cock jumped free. “I bet this would be better.”
Of course he was right. The rough, friction-fueled heat of his palm dragged against my shaft, and I groaned. “Yes!” I gulped for breath, my cock jumping in his hand as he curled his fingers softly around the length.
“Oh, but… precum,” I added, catching my breath as I remembered Tom had to wear that suit tomorrow. “Not an ideal design aesthetic.”
Tom laughed. “How about you help me with that problem?” His eyes sparkled playfully.
I didn’t need another invitation. I dove in to kiss him, fumbling for the buttons over his chest as I unfastened his jacket and pushed it off him.
His hand never stopped stroking me in slow, lazy pulls of skin on skin. It was driving me wild with the need for more—a harder grip, a faster pace.
“Yes,” I gasped when I finally got his vest off, too. “Nearly there.”
My fingers trembled as I went for the tie next, and I whimpered in frustration. I wanted every inch of him against and inside me now, goddamnit!
“Take your time,” Tom soothed me, kissing my bare neck and shoulder. “We have all night. I’m not going anywhere.”
He isn’t, I reminded myself and nodded jerkily. “You’re right. I know. It just feels like I’ve been waiting so long for this moment.”
“And it will come,” Tom added. Then he chuckled, deep and raspy. “And we’ll cum.”
I gasped, desire surging through my body. My dick twitched and my tight hole quivered, clenching as if I could feel him inside me already. I loved hearing him talk dirty at last!
“Yes,” I whimpered. I finally reached the last button and helped him out of his shirt as fast as possible.
Then I went for his pants, cursing the day zippers and buttons were invented. What did people do before that? It was probably easier to fuck as cavemen. Mind you, humanity didn’t have much lube back then, so I’d take Modern-Day Tom over Easy-Access Tom.
I snorted again when I reached a layer of underwear. “It’s like one of those boxes inside boxes where you have to be patient before you finally get the prize. If you ever give me a ring,” I told him, noticing how his eyes widened and he went still, “it had better be in one box. Two, max. Now help me out here.”
“Noted,” Tom breathed out, a blush creeping up his cheeks. He let go of my cock and shifted carefully, pushing down his underwear.
Then, suddenly and finally, his firm length sprang free, bumping against mine as I settled on his lap again.
Tom grunted. “That.”
“That?”
“That’s what I want,” Tom whispered. He sounded uncertain. “Do we need lube?”
“Not if you keep turning me on like this,” I giggled. “Hold still, baby.”
It was my turn to touch him, and my fingers danced up the velvet, firm heat of his cock. I loved having his pleasure in my hand, and I couldn’t wait to share this experience with him for the first time.
I gripped both of our shafts in one hand and squeezed tightly. Instantly my body approved, and I made a moaning, purring sound as the heat of him woke up every nerve along the underside of my cock.
“Oh!” Tom groaned. He grabbed my back, his eyes wide. “Oh, wow.”
“You haven’t even seen the half of it.”
Tom raised a brow and looked down at us. “I thought I saw more than average there.”
God, he was silly, and I loved him for it. I giggled and kissed him as I stroked slowly, showing him how it was done. A minute later he took over, gently nudging my hand out of the way so his strong grip could close around us.
And then all I did was lean back into his supportive arm and enjoy the ride. I thrust and ground against him as the slick heat built between us and deep in my belly, my orgasm already rushing close far too soon.
Good thing we weren’t making love yet, because I’d never last. We were going to have to work on our endurance. I grinned to myself. That wouldn’t be a chore.
“Your smile is stunningly beautiful,” Tom whispered, and my eyes snapped open. I blushed furiously as I saw the awe in his gaze.
“Thanks,” I whispered, steadying myself by gripping his shoulders tightly. If I let my fingers wander, I could feel the tiny shifts in his arm muscles as he jerked us off together, which was so hot.
“I wasn’t done yet,” Tom teased me, echoing my scolding earlier that week. He squeezed our shafts together, his grip rough and firm now.
“Oh,” I gasped.
“Your eyes are filled with sunshine, and kissing you is like I’m lost at sea.” Tom’s voice was rough but open, every bit of emotion on his face. “When you cum—when you lose control—I want to feel you crying out. Loud and proud, like you.”
Fuck, I was trembling on the edge already, my breathing tight and muscles even tighter. “Tom,” I whimpered. “Tom, keep talking and I’m going to.”
“Good,” Tom told me, a grin flitting across his face. “I want to feel your cock trembling against mine when you do. I want your load all over my hand and stomach. Cover me in it, Rusty.”
Where the hell had I unlocked this rough and wild man from? I thanked everything in existence that I’d spotted it in him, and gasped for breath as Tom sped up his pace.
It was so nearly unbearable that my thighs trembled and my nails dug into his shoulders, but he never even flinched.
“Finish for me,” Tom whispered, his kisses raining on my cheeks and neck. When I turned my face to him, he kissed my lips so soft and tenderly—the opposite of the demands in his every movement. “I need you to,” he whispered, his breath soft on my sensitive lips.