A million things ran through his mind. Walker was scary. Walker was safe. Walker would protect him. Walkermight actuallyconsume him. God, how he wanted Walker to consume him. He’d let this man eat him alive. He’d hand him the knife. There wasn’t enough space in his chest for the feelings swelling within him.
Walker shifted, pressing deeper, dragging a throaty moan from Kota. “I feel so…”
“So?” Walker asked, his gaze piercing directly into Kota’s soul.
“Full,” he managed, not sure how else to describe the feelings building inside him.
Walker pressed the flat of his palm to Kota’s lower belly. “You are. I can see myself right here.” He pressed down until Kotagasped, the pressure unbearable, but so hot. “I can feel myself, too.”
“Oh, God,” Kota choked.
Walker pressed Kota’s palm beneath his, letting him feel the bump there. He pulled back, then thrust forward, letting Kota feel the movement.
Kota gasped, looking up at Walker, startled. “Is—Is that normal?”
Walker frowned. “You’re fine. I promise I won’t hurt you in any way you don’t want me to.”
That was not the comfort Walker thought it was. Kota would let this man do anything to him.
“You—fuck—you can move,” Kota said, breathless.
Walker fell forward, caging in Kota’s head with his bulging arms. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, knocking another desperate sound loose from Kota’s chest. His toes curled into the wrinkled blankets.
Kota wrapped his arms around Walker’s neck, pulling him down until their lips met again, the older man swallowing every sound that fell from his lips as he fucked him. Kota moaned, wrapping his legs around his hips. It changed the angle enough to have his cock dragging over Kota’s prostate with every thrust.
His eyes rolled back, seeing stars behind his eyelids every time Walker dragged across that bundle of nerves. “Oh—Oh, wow. That’s…”
“You’re so fucking tight,” Walker said through gritted teeth. “So hot inside. You feel so good.”
Kota’s eyelids fluttered at the praise. “You, too. You feel so good, too. I’ve never felt like this. It’s crazy. It’s like I can’t catch my breath,” he admitted.
Walker growled, thrusting harder, deeper, cupping Kota’s head to keep him from slamming into the wall behind him. It stupidly made Kota’s heart stutter. Or maybe he was in somekind of sex haze. His cock was trapped between them, the friction of their bodies driving Kota closer to the edge even though they’d just started.
“Oh, fuck,” Kota cried, “Don’t stop. You feel so good. I’m so close.”
“If you can still form a sentence, I’m not doing a good enough job,” Walker said.
What did that mean?
That was the last coherent thought Kota had before he was sucked into pleasure like he’d never felt before. Walker sat back on his knees, gripping Kota’s hips, holding him in place as he drove into him. Heat roared through him, static filling his head. By the time Walker wrapped a hand around Kota’s throbbing cock, he was ready to scream.
Instead, he cried. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks as Walker jerked him in time with his thrusts. The rough calluses on his palm were just this side of painful, making Kota sob with every stroke.
“Gonna come for me?” Walker rasped, hips snapping at a brutal pace.
“Yes,” Kota cried. “I’m so close.Fuck, can I?”
“You better,” Walker said, the cold tone in his voice zipping through the fog of Kota’s pleasure.
Kota’s hips arched off the bed as he came, his release jetting from him, hitting his chest and even his chin. Had he ever come first during sex before? Had he ever come by someone else’s hands before? His thoughts were still hazy, confused, uncertain. His body shook with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
It was like he was floating.
Until he wasn’t.
Walker kept going, once more falling forward, one hand planted beside Kota’s head as he fucked him. Pleasure gave wayto oversensitivity. He bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to leave indentations.
Still, he didn’t tell him to stop. He let his hands roam Walker’s sweaty chest, staring up at him, the near primal look on his face stirring something deep inside Kota, something more distracting than pain.
