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“I like you,” Greg said slowly. He turned over the hand Holden still held. “I really want to believe you’re as wonderful as you’ve been these past two days, but—” He shrugged and shook his head. “I don’t know if I can trust myself to make good decisions anymore.”
“It’s going to take time for you to trust what you feel.” Holden nodded. “I get that. I know it’s been quick, and you might think I’m moving too fast here, but I know if I don’t ask, I’ll regret it. Possibly for the rest of my life.” It was Holden’s turn to shrug, and he hoped it came off as casual rather than dismissive, even though he felt as if his entire future had narrowed down to this single moment. “I can’t offer you a guarantee of anything coming of this. I might leave here, and you find the man of your dreams next week, or you might decide I’m too old for you, or that you’re just not interested. But I promise I will do my best not to break your heart, even if you break mine.”
Greg swallowed hard. “The things you say,” he murmured. He blew out a hard breath. “I’m not offering any guarantees either, but the thought of not seeing you again after this? Of not getting to know you better? I know that’s not what I want.”
“Then let’s start with that.” Holden reached over the table and took Greg’s hand in his own, raised it to his lips, then smiled as Greg unfurled his fingers and ran his nails through Holden’s scruff. He raised his chin like a cat so Greg could continue to touch the rough hair on his neck. “You like this?” he asked.
“I do. Very much.”
Greg got up from his seat and rounded the table until he stood in front of Holden without breaking contact with him. When Holden pushed back a bit from the table, Greg straddled his lap, his long legs easily caging Holden’s hips between them.
“How sturdy are these chairs?” Holden asked.
“I don’t know. I’ve never had the opportunity to check their structural integrity before.”
Holden was about to respond, but Greg’s lips touched his, and he lost himself in the slightly sticky, maple-sweet taste of Greg’s mouth. He was hard in seconds, his trapped cock pressing against the underside of Greg’s balls. A groan escaped from Holden’s mouth as Greg ground down on him, rocking his hips so Holden’s cock rode the line between his very firm ass. Holden grabbed hold, his fingers digging into Greg’s cheeks and pulling him closer.
“You like that?” Greg asked, an echo of Holden’s earlier question, his lips still against Holden’s so the breath from his words ghosted into Holden’s mouth.
In response, Holden groaned again. “You turn me on so much,” he whispered.
“Tell me,” Greg demanded, his voice low. “Tell me what this feels like for you.”
He rocked his hips again, and Holden cried out. His cock was so hard it almost hurt, the sensation of rubbing against the fabric of his sweats, pressed against Greg’s ass, the sinful movements that sent sparks of pleasure ricocheting through his body.
“Tell me,” Greg whispered as he traced his way from Holden’s mouth to his ear with nips of his teeth soothed by the caress of his lips and tongue.
Holden shivered, shook his head. He was an analytical guy, not a poet. “I don’t have the words,” he said, then took a breath as Greg withdrew. His hands tightened on Greg’s hips, stopping his retreat. “You make my entire body come alive. All of it. From my toes to my hair. I’ve never felt anything like it before.” Of their own accord, Holden’s hips rose to meet Greg’s downward thrust. “And here—” Holden thrust up again. “—it’s all hot and tight, so intense it feels as if my skin will split, but it feels so good I never want it to stop.”
A low, dirty chuckle made Holden arch his back and moan as the tip of Greg’s tongue traced the ridges of his ear. God, this man destroyed him.
“And there’s this wave that builds up when you do things like that,” Holden gasped. “It starts here—” He thrust upward, his cock riding the seam of Greg’s ass, the base pressing against Greg’s balls. “—and becomes this ache that spreads until it reaches my heart, and then…” A moan breached Holden’s throat as Greg’s movements got faster. “Oh, fuck.”
“Tell me,” Greg repeated.
“It feels like the start of an orgasm, like it rolls over me, and it builds and releases so I can take another breath.” Holden gasped again, then turned his head so their mouths were aligned. “Kiss me,” he said. “Please.”
Greg’s lips were hot on his, and the slide of his tongue into Holden’s mouth made him tremble and then cry out as Greg slipped away from him. His protest died on his lips as Greg began to move downward, branding him with a trail of kisses and nips and caresses. Greg’s hands slid beneath Holden’s shirt and drew it over his head, exposing his chest to the ministrations of Greg’s mouth and fingers. And then Greg slid from Holden’s lap, kneeling on the floor between Holden’s legs. He looked up at Holden, his blue-sky eyes asking a question, and Holden nodded. He’d give anything to Greg right now.
A smile lit up Greg’s face as he slowly drew Holden’s sweats down from his waist. He lifted slightly, the fabric sliding over his ass, his thighs, then pooling at his feet. Greg left them there, hobbling Holden as he knelt before him and began stroking and kissing his way upward. Across shins and knees, finding the sensitive skin on the inside of Holden’s thighs, begging for Holden to rock upward, to meet Greg’s mouth as he nuzzled into Holden’s groin and his tongue ran over Holden’s balls.
With a shout, Holden thrust upward, his now freed cock brushing against Greg’s cheek, the rough stubble abrading his most delicate skin. But it only made Holden draw in a sharp breath and let it loose with a chest-deep groan.
“Please,” he whispered, neither knowing nor caring what he was asking for. He simply wanted more of Greg. More touches. More kisses. More. In whatever form Greg offered him.
Greg paused, his hands on Holden’s knees, his chin grazing the inside of Holden’s thighs. “What do you want?” His voice was low, husky, a warm gust of air that flowed over Holden’s skin and made his hips buck upward, the tip of his cock sliding along Greg’s soft lips. Greg chuckled, a sinuous sound that made Holden gasp, then gasp again as Greg’s tongue flicked out and licked the bead of precum that had formed. “This?” he asked, and all Holden could do was nod. “Tell. Me,” Greg said.
Those two words were driving Holden crazy. The way Greg said them, the way they filled his entire body with need. He wanted to tell Greg, to say something elegant, but when he opened his mouth, what came out was “Suck me. Please.”
Again, that chuckle and another warm gust of Greg’s breath, but before Holden could react, his cock was inside Greg’s mouth.
“Fuck.” His hands fell to his sides, gripped the chair as Greg’s mouth and tongue worked him over.
Thoughts frayed and faded until Holden was only aware of his cock buried in Greg’s mouth, of the intense heat, the slide of Greg’s tongue, the grip of his fingers as they circled Holden’s base, reached downward to stroke his sac, his taint, to tease at him. Sounds flowed from Holden’s mouth, but they were incoherent, nonsense syllables. He forced himself to open his eyes, look down, and take in the sight of Greg between his legs, his cock disappearing between Greg’s reddened lips and emerging slick and shiny from his spit. It was the most incredible sight Holden had ever seen, and it sent a sudden jolt through his body.
“I’m going to come,” Holden warned.
He heard a sound from Greg, a growl more than a word, felt the pressure of his fingers increase, watched his cheeks hollow as he pulled Holden to the back of his mouth. Greg’s throat constricted around the head of his cock, the muscles tightening as Greg swallowed. Holden came with a shout, his hands flying upward to tangle in Greg’s hair, holding him in place as Holden’s hips thrust upward, and his cum left a searing trail as it flowed into Greg’s mouth. Greg swallowed again, and then again as Holden’s orgasm spent itself.
