Page 18 of Fire Me Up (Front Range Motorcycle Collective #2)
“Is that so?” I tried for casual, but my voice came out strained.
“Absolutely.” He shifted even closer, his breath warm against my neck. “I want to be the best you’ve ever had.”
The words sent a jolt through me—both arousal and something deeper, more dangerous. Before I could overthink it, Gael’s mouth was on mine, hot and insistent.
Unlike our previous kisses, he took control immediately—one hand cupping the back of my neck, the other sliding up my thigh to palm my rapidly hardening cock through my shorts. I groaned into his mouth, my hips bucking up instinctively.
“Fuck, Gael,” I gasped when we broke for air.
“That’s the idea. I fucking loved having you inside me.” He pushed me back onto the blanket, hovering over me. “But first, I want to taste you.”
He kissed his way down my body, pushing up my t-shirt to lick and bite at my chest. His stubble scraped deliciously against my skin as he worked his way lower, tongue tracing the lines of my tattoos, teeth grazing my nipples in a way that made me arch off the blanket.
“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured against my stomach, hands already working at the button of my shorts. “Been thinking about getting my mouth on you all day.”
I lifted my hips, helping him tug my shorts and underwear down. My cock sprang free, already leaking at the tip. Gael stared at it with unmistakable hunger, licking his lips.
“Remember,” I said, struggling to keep my voice steady, “it’s not about deep-throating right away. Start slow, use your tongue, pay attention to—fuck!”
Gael had swallowed me down in one eager motion, taking me so deep I felt the back of his throat. Then he gagged slightly, pulling back with a cough.
“Sorry,” he said, looking up at me with watery eyes. “Got ahead of myself. Just wanted you back inside me. Need to be connected to you like that.”
I threaded my fingers through his hair, gentler this time. “Slow down. We’ve got time.”
He stared at me for a long moment, like he didn’t quite believe we had time, then nodded and started again—slower this time, lips wrapping around the head, tongue swirling experimentally.
He watched my face as he tried different techniques, cataloging my reactions.
The intensity of his focus was almost as hot as what he was doing.
“That’s it,” I encouraged as he found a rhythm that had me seeing stars. “Just like that.”
His confidence grew with each moan he pulled from me. He tried everything—licking up the underside, sucking just the head, using his hand in tandem with his mouth. Each new technique sent fresh waves of pleasure crashing through me.
But it was more than just a physical sensation. It was the way he watched me, the desperate eagerness to please written all over his face. The reverent way his free hand stroked my thigh, my stomach, like he couldn’t get enough of touching me. It was too much. Too intimate. Too fucking perfect.
I reached down, grabbing his hair more firmly, needing to regain some control before I fell apart completely. “Can I?”
Gael nodded, eyes dark with desire, and opened wider. I tightened my grip and began to thrust, shallow at first, then deeper as he relaxed his throat.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned as he took me deeper. “Your mouth feels so good.”
Instead of backing off, Gael doubled down—grabbing my ass with both hands, pulling me deeper into his mouth, encouraging me to take what I wanted. His enthusiasm was fucking intoxicating.
I fucked his face faster, harder, lost in sensation. My entire world narrowed to the wet heat of his mouth, the sight of my cock disappearing between his lips, the obscene sounds of suction and moaning.
“Gael, I’m close,” I warned, trying to pull back. “If you don’t want to swallow—”
He gripped my ass harder, pulling me deeper, making his choice clear.
The sight of him so eager, so hungry for my cum, pushed me over the edge.
I came with a shout, hips jerking, emptying myself down his throat in powerful pulses.
Gael swallowed every last drop of cum, continuing to suck gently as I shuddered through the aftershocks, nursing me as I softened, his eyes fluttering closed as he let out a soft moan.
When he finally released me, his lips were swollen and red, his eyes glazed with lust. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking so goddamn proud of himself I had to laugh.
“How was that for technique?” he asked, voice deliciously hoarse.
“Fucking incredible.” I pulled him up for a kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. “My turn.”
I flipped us over, pinning him to the blanket. His cock strained against his shorts, a damp spot visible at the tip. I made quick work of his zipper, tugging his shorts down just enough to free him.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I murmured, taking in the sight of him—thick and hard, flushed dark with need.
I didn’t tease. Didn’t start slow. I took him as deep as I could in one motion, swallowing around him. Gael’s back arched off the blanket, a strangled cry escaping him.
“Dylan! Fuck!” His hands fisted in my hair, not guiding, just holding on.
I worked him with everything I had, determined to blow his mind. Sucking hard on the upstroke, tonguing the sensitive spot just under the head, taking him so deep my nose brushed the coarse hair at the base. I wanted to ruin him for anyone else, wanted to brand myself on his memory.
It didn’t take long. He was too wound up, too close already from sucking me off.
“I’m gonna come,” he gasped, tugging at my hair in warning.
I doubled down, hollowing my cheeks, and he exploded—back arching, thighs tensing, a broken moan ripping from his throat as he filled my mouth with hot pulses. I swallowed greedily, not letting up until he whimpered from oversensitivity.
When I finally pulled off, he looked wrecked—chest heaving, eyes unfocused, a thin sheen of sweat covering his body. I crawled up beside him, collapsing onto the blanket.
For a long moment, we just lay there, catching our breath. Gael’s hand found mine, fingers intertwining.
That simple touch terrified me more than anything we’d just done. Guys always leave. No matter how