Page 74 of Carver’s Craving

He grinned. “I like what you’re thinking.” He surged into my hand. “Words are nice. Actions are better.”

I licked my lips and positioned myself so I could take him into my mouth. He was fully erect now, and I lapped a drop of precum from his tip.

“Oh yeah.” Said huskily as he grasped the sheets.

I hummed as I sucked his crown into my mouth. I speared his slit and then started sucking.

“Oh Jesus.” His thighs tightened.

If he’s this excited now, how revved up can I make him? The man delivered stellar blow jobs—I wanted to make certain I gave at least as good as I got. So I sucked him in as far as I could without gagging. I wasn’t aiming for a specific length of time, but how long could I edge him? Without going over myself, because the sounds he was making went straight to my cock which was definitely waking up and taking notice. I redoubled my efforts—sucking harder. Raking my teeth lightly along his length. Cupping his balls in my hands and squeezing them in what I hoped was just the right way. Whatever. If I thought something might bring him pleasure, then I was keen to try it.

He moved restlessly below me, his moans coming between his short pants of breath. “I’m coming, baby. Keep that up and—” A grunt. “Pull off if—” Another moan.

I sucked harder.

His thighs tightened around me as he went stiff. Then, in perfect timing, the orgasm hit him. He came in my mouth in glorious spurts, and I swallowed as best I could. A little dribbled down my chin, but I’d worry about that later. I needed him to know how important this was to me—if he was even capable of having a coherent thought at the moment. Lazily, he scratched my scalp. In just the perfect way he knew I liked.

My cock hardened.

He sighed. “I can say best blow job ever—”

I pulled off him with a pop and gazed along his beautiful body to his luminous bright-blue eyes. In the low lamplight, the pupils were almost completely blown—leaving just a bit of the iris showing. I grinned. “Yeah?” I didn’t need the reassurance. That said, words of appreciation would never go amiss.

“Yeah. So do I get a kiss?”

I crawled up his body and levered myself over him. Slowly I lowered myself, mindful of my weight, and fitted our bodies so every inch of skin possible was in contact. Including my very erect cock against his very flaccid one.

He giggled, and I used that to thrust my tongue into his open mouth. Immediately, one hand grasped the back of my neck and pulled me closer. His other hand skittered down my flank, cupped my ass, and brought me even nearer. His thighs parted and as I slid between them—like fitting together a jigsaw puzzle—he tightened them around my hips.

The kiss felt like it went on forever and, at the same time, was too damn short. He pulled away and gazed into my eyes. “Hi.”

I chuckled. “Uh, hi. How are you?” Because I really needed to know.

“Blissed.” His hoarse voice hit me low in the gut.

“Good.” I drew my hand along his cheek.

“Are you going to fuck me now?”

I blinked. “You want more? You’re not, I don’t know…spent?”

He arched an eyebrow. “Twenty-three. Hell, I might even get hard again.” He pressed his pelvis against me. “Well, not right now. But by the time you’re inside me? Entirely possible.” His wicked grin made me laugh. He attempted a shrug. “And you haven’t come yet. So you can choose between my mouth and my ass. I know which I’d prefer.”

Only a week had passed since I’d been inside him—and so much had changed—but I still hesitated.

Again, he scratched my scalp. “Talk to me.”

I cleared my throat. “You’ve had so much upheaval—”

“So ground me.” He cut me off, but not unkindly. “Make me feel whole again. Only you can do that.” He swallowed. “Look, I haven’t hooked up with guys since Frank—” He blinked. “I was waiting for you, although I didn’t know it. You gave me a sense of forgiveness. Of resolution. That I wasn’t a bad person for wanting to move on. For wanting to connect with someone.”

I pressed a kiss on his lips. For gentleness. “Yeah. If I were in Frank’s shoes, I’d want you to move on. To remember—and then to live your best life. I think that’s the best way to honor your friendship.”

He nodded. “I didn’t mean to bring him up while in your bed. Or my bed. Or whatever this is.”

“Our bed? At least for now?”

A slow, lazy smile crept onto his lips. “I like the sound of that.”