I lean in, lips grazing the curve of his neck. His breath hitches as I tongue the spot below his ear and then a little lower. He smells like shower soap and heat. It knocks me flat.
When I bite the tendon between his neck and shoulder, he moans.
“You like that? Unbutton my shirt,” I order, and it comes out sounding a little rude.
Beck seems fine with it. His fingers fly to the buttons on my flannel, and he gets to work. He is good with his hands. My shirt is on the floor a moment later, and he groans as all my ink comes into view.
And I love the hungry gleam in his eye. It sends an unfamiliar zing down my spine. Like someone reconnected a broken wire, and suddenly my blood’s running south.
“You see something you like?” I ask, like I’m starring in the world’s most clichéd porn film.
The answer must be yes, because he’s bending slightly to run his tongue over the ink on my pecs. Sparks of joy shoot through my veins. My body flares, and my brain shuts up, and now my hand is cuffing the back of Beck’s solid neck as I lead him out of the kitchen.
“Let’s save time and move this into the bedroom.”
“Hallelujah,” he mutters. “I literally thought you’d never ask.”
You and me both.
I usher him into my darkened room, haul the comforter off the bed, and flick on the lamp. The light creates golden shadows on Beck’s rippling chest as he lets out a happy sigh.
“You ready to round those bases?” I rumble.
“Yeah, go on. Wreck me.” He grabs the waistband of his track pants and shoves them down. “I just stopped forty-seven pucks and took the most thorough shower of my life. So let’s see how this is done.”
“All right,” I say, but I don’t move. I just take a moment to appreciate the view. Standing here, with Beck looking at me like I’m everything he’s ever wanted, my own desire feels painful in its intensity, like blood rushing back into a limb that’s fallen asleep.
Finally, I step into his personal space and run my hands down his pecs. The animal heat of him is like medicine.
“Fuck.” Beck tilts his face toward the ceiling and gasps. “Again.”
I do even better. Clasping his trim waist, I lean in and kiss his throat.
“Nnng,” he says as his hands join the party. Eager fingers skim around my back and then down to my ass, which is still clad in sweats. And just that simple touch gives me goosebumps.
It’s been so, so long.
Taking a slow breath, I run my hands over his abs, my thumbs sweeping down to the waistband of his boxer briefs. I use one thumb to lower them by a single inch.
“Yeah, yeah,” he begs. “Do it.”
So naturally, I make him wait. I kiss his collar bone and then his nipple before slowly sinking to my knees. Along the way, I run my mouth over the bumps of his abs and across the tight skin just above his waistband.
He sucks in a breath as my knees meet the carpet. And then I finally get a look at his very hard cock, trapped inside those briefs. It’s long and strong, like the rest of him. Slowly, teasingly, I lean in and run my lips along the tightly stretched cotton covering his shaft.
“Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow,” Beck chants, shoving down his briefs and stepping out of them. A porn-star-worthy cock flops up to stand proudly beside my face.
“Christ, Beck,” I murmur. “You’re beautiful.” I nuzzle his cock, inhaling the clean scents of soap and salt.
Above me, Beck gulps for air.
We probably walked into the house less than five minutes ago, and I’m already wrapping my hand around his girth and taking the fat head of him against my tongue. Like it’s easy, like I do this every day.
“Just so you know, if I pass out, it’s a compliment. Like the highest form of compliment. Five stars. Would recommend.”
“Aw, brace yourself, honey. I’m just getting started.” I run a hand up his lightly furred thigh, feeling his muscles twitch with anticipation. Then I open my mouth and take as much of his cock as I can manage.
With a groan, Beck curls his hands into my hair. And when I glance up at him, he looks wrecked, his mouth a sexy grimace.
