Page 48 of A Guy Walks Into My Bar
We kiss like it’s all we’ve thought about since we separated a few hours ago.
His lips are hungry, and he sucks and nibbles and torments. Then he spears his tongue into my mouth, and I groan from the wicked pleasure of his touch, since he’s grinding against me too, the outline of his cock finding mine.
And my head drifts into a passion-fueled haze.
Lust travels down my spine, echoing across my whole body.
And I want.
I want Fitz so much I can feel it in my lungs. I want him ferociously, with a desperation I haven’t known in ages.
Or maybe I’ve never known it could be quite like this.
This intense.
This . . . devouring.
And my God, I want to devour him.
I want to toss him on the bed, strip him naked, and just have him, fuck him. Do what I want to him.
But I know he needs us a certain way, and I can do that for him. I can give, and I can take.
What I can’t do, though, is wait.
I break the kiss, panting, eyes wild, I’m sure. I clasp his face and say the words. “You need to fuck me right now.”
He growls. That’s all. Just a carnal growl that heats me up even more.
Fitz jerks at my shirt, then rips it over my head. “Need you naked. Need it now.”
“Same. Same to you,” I say, my breath already ragged with desire as I grab at the waistband of his jeans, unbuttoning, unzipping, pushing them down.
I lick my lips the second I see his hard cock, ready for me, a glistening drop of liquid at the crown. I run my thumb over it, bring it to my lips, lick it, and savor the taste of him.
“You taste so fucking good,” I tell Fitz as his blue eyes go glassy, like he can barely handle the sight of me reveling in his flavor.
“Touch me again,” he groans, long and powerful.
“Like I’d do anything else,” I say, lowering my hand to his shaft.
He thrusts against my fist. “God, you’re driving me crazy, Dean. I’m so fucking turned on by you,” he says, wrapping his palm around my hand, so we’re both stroking him. “You do this to me. You just fucking do this to me.”
Anticipation zaps through my body like a current as I indulge in several long, tantalizing strokes. Touching Fitz, sending him to this frenzied state is such a high. I don’t want to stop at all.
But soon he swats my hand away with a feral grunt, so he can shove at my clothes, stripping me to nothing too.
Then he takes two steps backward and sits on the edge of the bed. His hand goes straight to his cock, and he grips it roughly, savagely. “Get on me. Ride me so fucking hard. Please.”
My dick twitches at his filthy command that’s almost a beg. Fitz grabs the lube he’s left on the bed, next to a condom. As I straddle him, he flips open the bottle, slides two quick, eager fingers into me. I stroke myself as he gets me ready, and it’s all so damn intense I don’t know how I’ll last.
But I’m willing to find out.
Oh hell, am I ever willing.
For a few seconds, I let myself get lost in the sensations of what his fingers are doing, but I know something so much better is coming, so I focus on what’s next, grab the protection, and slide it on his thick shaft.
Then I rise up, my knees on either side of his thighs as Fitz takes his cock in his hand, holding the base, rubbing the tip against my ass.
My head falls back as the unholy pleasure begins. “Yes, fucking yes,” I groan while my body seeks him out, takes him in the slightest bit, lets him breach me.
The second he does, wild want overwhelms me.
And, in one swift move, I drop down on his dick.
The world turns into a scorching blur.
“Oh fuck,” Fitz grunts as his hands grab my ass hard, holding me in place, just holding on, so he can push even deeper into me.
“God, that’s good. That’s so fucking good,” I say, adjusting to the delicious burn that comes first, then the way he fills me.
My hands press against his chiseled chest. Everything about him is hard, rough, and muscled, and I fucking love it.
My cock juts between us, and when he slips a hand down, grabbing me, I shake my head. “Don’t. I’ll come too soon,” I warn.
“Can’t have that.”
Fitz grips my ass again, as I lift up, swiveling my hips, then pushing back down. Every inch of my body is sizzling, sparking. Lust jolts through my cells as I show Fitz how I like it, how I intend to ride him to our next release.
His eyes lock with mine for a hot second. In that flash, I see so much need, so much urgency in his irises. That look makes me want to give it to him harder, hotter, deeper.
