Page 111 of Over the Line

I slid my finger free, then crawled up over him. As soon as he could reach me, he dragged me down to him, kissing me deep, hard, and breathless. I settled over him just right to rub both our dicks between our bodies, and I was rewarded with a strangled moan.

“Jesus,” he panted as he broke away. “I want you so damn bad.”

“Me too.” I licked my lips. “We don’t have to fuck tonight. We don’t—we don’t have to do anything. But my God, Garrett, if you do want to get fucked tonight…” I trailed off as I pressed my hard-on against him.

“Lucky for both of us,” he said with a grin, “I absolutely do want to get fucked tonight.”

The thought of pushing into him turned me on so much, I couldn’t help moaning softly.

“And you’re sure about no condoms?” I searched his eyes, hoping like hell he hadn’t changed his mind. I had some—after we’d talked about it, I’d picked some up just in case—but my God, I wanted to feel him with nothing between us.

“I’m sure,” he purred. He slid a hand up into my hair and pulled me down, and just before our lips met, he growled, “Fuck me. Raw.”

Fresh goose bumps sprang up all over my body as he claimed my mouth, and his kiss muffled the whimper that tried to escape. I rutted against him, greedy for some heat and friction.

His growled command echoed in my ears, and I suddenly needed to be buried in him before I lost my damned mind.

I pushed myself up and met his smoldering eyes. “Turn over.” I swept my tongue across my lips. “I’ll get the lube.”

The response was a hoarse whisper of, “Yes, please.”

Neither of us wasted any time. As he settled on his hands and knees, I got out the lube I kept in the nightstand drawer. Gazing at him while I slicked myself up—oh God, this was even better than my fantasies. Especially when he watched me and stroked himself slowly, his eyes full of hunger. Hunger for me.

As I positioned myself behind him, a shiver ran up his spine, and I stroked a hand over his back. The way he arched against my palm, his breath turning harsh and fast—my fantasies had left out all this good stuff.

“Liam,” he pleaded. “Would you just—ooh, God…” My slick finger pressing into his hole derailed his words. The muscles in his back and shoulders rippled as he swore and rocked back onto my hand. “Jesus Christ…”

I grinned to myself as I carefully fingered him open, basking in the reality that I was doing this to him. Making him moan and tremble and beg for more. Even after he was more than ready to take me, I kept at it for a while just to savor his helpless whimpers and frustrated curses.

But I didn’t keep him going too much longer, because oh hell, I’d been wanting him for ages and I needed to be in him yesterday.

I hadn’t topped anyone bareback in years—not since my last boyfriend—and sliding into Garrett like this was spine-meltingly hot. I took it slow at first, as much to be careful as to just enjoy this. And, like, not go off too soon, which was an embarrassingly high risk in that moment. Between the slick, tight heat and the gorgeous view, I was halfway there before I’d even pushed inside.

As I picked up a little speed, I didn’t know what turned me on more—fucking into Garrett’s tight hole, or listening to him moan and plead for more. Whatever. It was all hot, and it was overwhelming as hell, and I couldn’t get enough of him.

A few body parts chimed in to let me know they were annoyed—my hip, my shoulder, my lower back, my knee—but I felt too good to care about a little pain. It wasn’t going to stop me from giving this man the ride of his life. It damn sure wasn’t going to stop me from coming inside him.

“This good?” I panted. “Do you⁠—”

“God, yeah.” He let his head fall forward, and he rocked back against me, urging me to thrust harder. “You feel so good. Oh my God.”

I bit my lip and held my breath, trying to keep myself from coming too soon. I wanted to let go and come, but not until he lost it. Not until I felt him come while I moved inside him and⁠—

Breathe, Liam. Don’t go off too fast.

I leaned over him, grabbed on to the headboard with one hand, and reached around to pump his dick with the other. My range of motion was a little limited like this, but I didn’t hear him complaining.

“Fuck, that’s… That’s so good.” He moaned as he got impossibly harder in my hand. “Make me come. Please make me come.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to come myself. Without thinking, I sank my teeth into his shoulder.

In the same instant he clenched around me, he let go of a throaty cry that almost had me unloading inside him.

“Holy… fuck!” He rocked his hips, fucking into my fist as he rode my cock from below. “God, Liam…”

I bit him again, and this time, his whole body jerked. He cried out in the same instant cum erupted over my hand, making my strokes slick and hot.

As he started to come down, I slowed my hand and my hips, not wanting to hurt him.