Page 31 of Iron

TJ

Idon’t know how long I slept, a couple of hours maybe. Gavin’s arm wrapped around my shoulders, and my face mashed against his pec, and I think I drooled on him. Lovely.

I look up and find him watching me, a soft smile on his face. Tucked against his strong body, I feel so safe. There’s no worry left. Gavin is so damned patient. Hell, he didn’t even get off, let alone push me to bottom.

“Damn, you are so pretty,” he says, a finger running over my forehead. Heat follows the fingertip’s path as he traces down my cheek and over my lips. “Doing ok?”

“Mmm,” I answer.

“I need you to tell me if anything we do triggers you, ok?” he says.

I shake my head. “You checked in a lot.” I press a kiss to his chest. “Just… keep doing that?”

Another kiss to the top of my head, then he tilts me up by my chin and presses his lips to mine.

I feel bold and hungry, my cock already hard, pressing to his hip. I run my hand down his chest, marveling at the bulging muscles on this man. Down his ridged abs. His eyes flutter shut, and his chest rumbles as my hand explores. I feel heat on my thigh where my leg drapes between his and his cock moves under his sweats.

“Can I touch you?” I ask.

He swallows, then crosses his hands over his head, giving me free access, and replies, “Yeah. I won’t touch you until you tell me to. Do whatever you want, baby.”

Damn, I love it when he calls me ‘baby’.

Then he adds, “Hell, I’ll bottom for you if that’s what you want.”

I look up at him. “You’d let me do that?”

“For you, I would,” he replies.

I rest my hand on the bulge and his hips buck as he grunts. Somehow that emboldens me, that my touch turns him on. I press down with my palm, finding the shape of him under the fabric, tilted slightly towards me and growing hard beneath my touch. His breathing deepens as I press, and suddenly touching him above the fabric isn’t good enough.

I pull on the string to loosen his sweats and slide my hand inside, finding no briefs. My hand wraps around his cock, and he hisses, and his hips twitch again. He’s trying to stay still and let me explore, but he can’t, and that is heady stuff. That I do that to him. My body is flushing with arousal, like electric pulses jolting from the base of my spine, and my cock is leaking.

“I want to see you,” I mutter, rising from him to tug his sweats down, and he raises his hips and tugs at the other side, then pulls them completely off. His hands go back over his head and I can see his lats flaring under his body. I can’t help but run a hand over his pecs, feeling a nipple pebble under my palm, then down his abdomen, my fingers dipping into the ridges and down his happy path.

“Jesus,” I breathe. “You are the one that is beautiful, Gavin, damn.” Sculpted muscle everywhere. How does he have no fat at forty-one? Most guys have at least some tiny love handles, but he is just solid. “Don’t you have anything wrong?”

He huffs a laugh. “Bum knee, acts up in cold weather.”

I wrap my hand around his cock and he moans, “Fuck.”

I stroke him a few times experimentally, feeling how long and thick he is, way bigger than the dildo I use. Definitely not taking that inside me anytime soon. The relief that he isn’t pushing to fuck me right away is huge, the immense pressure is off. Offering to let me fuck him? That’s enormous.

“Damn, you’re big,” I groan as I stroke.

“Yours to play with,” he breathes. “Want to grind on me?”

Holy shit.

I shove my jeans all the way off then scramble up his body. He reaches onto the little bedside table, grabbing a bottle of lube.

“Hand,” he demands, and I hold out my right palm. He squeezes some onto it, then raises his hand again and says, “Slick us up then grind, TJ.”

I lube up my cock, and then his, then straddle his hips and begin sliding my cock against his, and my eyes roll back.

“Oh, fuck, that’s insane,” I moan. His silky heat sliding against me is otherworldly, the head of his cock scraping over my tip making me gasp. Sparks flash up my body, balls tightening as the delicious friction takes me up, climbing towards climax.

“Hold us both,” he groans. “Hold us together.”