Winning With Him (Men of Summer #2) by Lauren Blakely
Then down.
And he licks, oh holy hell, does he ever lick.
It’s like a blow job from another world. A blow job from a man obsessed not just with my dick, but with me. He’s worshipping my cock with his mouth, and I have never felt so . . . adored.
“Yessssss,” I rasp as I buck into his mouth, wanting to fuck his throat but wanting him deep in my body too.
I’m aching to feel a brand-new intimacy with him.
“Stop. Want you inside me so badly. I just need to be close to you,” I say, begging, my hands sliding over his shoulders, down his arms.
He lets my dick fall from his mouth, then moves up so he’s kneeling between my thighs. “That’s all I want too.”
Declan pops open the lube and gets me ready, lighting me up as he plays with my ass, my balls, my cock. The center of my body is my world right now, as lust roars through me from every stroke of his fingers, each grip of his hand. I bump my ass down on his fingers, hunting for more, like the greedy bastard I am with Declan.
But I’m greedy to feel him too. “My turn. When we switch, I want you good and ready for me,” I tell him, and then we scramble around. I do the same to him, coating my fingers in lube, playing with him, spending my time getting him nice and open.
My pulse quickens as I work my man. I can barely believe this moment is happening. That I’m touching him again. That we’re touching each other like this. That he’s in bed, naked, and open, and wanting.
It borders on magic, the way we are together. How can I be this turned on and this joyful at the same time? But I know the answer.
I feel it in my bones.
It’s not just sex at all. It’s so much more and we both know it. It’s the new start of us.
And I can’t wait to begin again with him.
28
Declan
Grant Blackwood is naked underneath me. A bead of sweat slides between his pecs. His hair is a rumpled mess. His skin fucking glows. And his cock stands at attention, hungry for touch. Hungry for me.
Did I imagine the night unfolding like this when I left my hotel room this evening?
I sure hoped I’d find myself in this position with the man who makes my heart soar. Who challenges my mind. Who makes my soul feel calm.
I don’t want this night to end. I don’t want anything to end with him. Ever again.
“So sexy,” I moan, as I coat my dick in lube, then I settle on my knees, my hands sliding up the back of his thighs.
Grant moves with me, our bodies in sync. Our needs clear. He lifts his legs and widens his knees in a perfect spread eagle, giving me access to his gorgeous fucking ass that I want to bury my cock in.
I’m an electrical wire crackling as I work the crown into him, slipping past that first ring of muscles.
Yes.
Oh yes.
Our breaths catch at the same time. Our gazes lock. Nothing else matters but this.
“Give it to me,” he whispers, urging me on. “All of you.”
“Take me,” I growl as I deliver what he wants, and it’s mind-bendingly good. My brain lights up with pleasure as I slide all the way in.
Like that, I bottom out in my lover’s body.
He takes me, and we fit.
Grant’s eyes stay locked with mine as he breathes out an intoxicated, “Yes.”
That one-word syllable lasts forever as I savor the tight heat of him gripping my shaft, as my hands press on the back of his thighs, as I bury myself in my man. “Mmm. You’re so open. You like this, rookie?”
He grips my biceps, squeezing them. “You know I do.”
“Tell me,” I demand. “Tell me how much.”
Showing off how flexible he is, Grant hooks a foot over my shoulder, and I nearly spin out from the sharp, hot burst of bliss charging through me. “That much,” Grant murmurs. “Love the way you fuck me hard. Love it so much.”
Grabbing his ankle, I go deeper. New ink lines the muscles of his calf but I don’t have time for that now. Pleasure twists and throbs in me as I drive in, never tearing my gaze away from the man beneath me, his muscles rippling, his lips parted.
For me. For us.
“God, it’s so fucking good,” I moan as my body becomes a torch with every delicious thrust.
“Love looking at you like this, Deck,” he rasps, squeezing my arms, tugging me even closer, like he can’t get enough of me.
My mind goes hazy as we move together. He slides his foot off my shoulder, keeps his knees up, and we find our rhythm.
His body seeks me just as I seek him.
We’re in a cocoon of erotic bliss.
All of my senses are heightened, my mind recording every intoxicating detail. The so uniquely Grant-like smell of his skin. The take-me-now look in his eyes. Our mingling groans. Our noises too. Like when my breath comes fast, and his fans across my skin. When my balls slap against his ass and the sound of skin-on-skin electrifies me. When the bed groans, the headboard smacking the wall from our thrusts.
The scent of sex fills my nostrils.
There is nothing else in the world but us. This room. The two of us tangled together on his bed, slick with sweat, hot with longing, years unfurling between us, the endless days apart vanishing into nothing.
As we reconnect in this primal, intimate way, all the aching subsides. As I fuck my man, the anguish of missing him burns away.
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