Page 36 of Regret Me Not

Pierce lay down next to him again, keeping that bare skin contact with his hand to the soft skin of Hal’s taut middle.

“I’m so pissed!” Hal raged. “Called me up right when I pulled in, and it was all, ‘Why haven’t you signed up for classes?’ and I was all ‘Because you gave me extra time!’ and they were all….” He took a deep breath and shook his head. “Like it was all predetermined. That I would go be this thing they wanted me to be and I wouldn’t argue with them, and it would all be okay.”

“Theyreallydon’t know you very well,” Pierce said, pulling air from the hollow of his neck and shoulder.

Hal turned so quickly their lips touched before he had a chance to decide. Pierce went with it, parting his lips, delving into his sweet mouth for a few breaths, a few heartbeats. Hal pulled back, and he almost keened.

God, he wanted all the time he could possibly get.

“Why do you say that?” Hal asked softly.

“They don’t know you?” Pierce frowned. “Because… you’re not… docile. You… you push back. You fight. You make decisions. I… I know you’re young.” He grimaced. “But God, Hal, do you think we’d be… do you think I’d… I mean, I wouldn’t be having a relationship with you if you didn’t know who you are.”

A slow smile spread over Hal’s godsbedamned beautiful face. “I was a pushover with Russ,” he rasped. “I’ve been a good kid all my life. When push came to shove, I think they just expected me to….”

“Bend over and take it?” Pierce said throatily. There was no question at all—none—who would top between them. Who would have his hands most comfortably on the reins, who would gauge the situation, the heat of their bodies, the susceptibility of flesh, more competently of the two of them.

Pierce could top, was comfortable doing so—but Hal wasmadeto be in control.

Hal blinked, slowly, expression turning sultry in the dim light of late afternoon. “I willtakeyou,” he promised. “I will… I will shove myself so far inside you that you’ll taste me coming when I’m in your ass.”

Pierce closed his eyes, hard, painfully hard, at the sound of Hal’s voice promising dire things. “That will happen,” he promised rashly, because what if he couldn’t? His body was looser now, but still—not 100 percent. Creeping past 50 percent. He leaned close to Hal’s ear and whispered, “I want you inside me so bad….”

Hal’s sound—raw, wanting, primal—did things to Pierce’s body that actual sex had missed. Oh man—how could he have lived this long and not known what it was like to be wanted like that?

With a feral growl, Hal rolled over, lying on top of Pierce and claiming his mouth in a hard, wet mauling of a kiss. His tongue swept inside, and Pierce’s defenses disintegrated, his good sense annihilated at the hard pressure of Hal’s groin against his.

Pierce yanked at his shirt, wanting that chest—golden, soft skinned, hard muscled—under his hands. He wasstarvingfor touch like this, for Hal’s mouth slanting over his again and again and again.

Hal moved faster than he did, and he pulled back to haul his shirt over his head and shove his jeans and underwear down off his feet, finishing before Pierce could even unbutton his own shirt.

Hal took over the task with shaking fingers.

“You”—button—“are trying”—button—“to kill me.” Button, button, button.

Pierce opened his arms so Hal could help him struggle out of the shirt, and then his T-shirt.

“I need you alive,” Pierce told him as Hal yanked at the waistband of his cargo shorts. Pierce lifted up his ass and let them be hauled down.

They paused for a moment, naked in the twilight, vulnerable and wanting.

Hal groaned and crashed his mouth down again, his hand going straight for Pierce’s cock.

Well, two could play at that game.

It was a rough, rocky race to the finish line, a carnal stroking of each other’s cocks while their mouths never stopped the mutual ravishing. Hal’s hand was a rough, strong wonder on Pierce’s erection—no finesse, no titillation. Pure hand-fucking that made the phrase “handsies” even more juvenile—a diminishment of the power knotting Pierce’s belly, his thighs, his taint.

He groaned into Hal’s mouth, brought abruptly to the edge of a spinning climax, and Hal bucked and spurted, apparently hitting his own peak just that fast.

“Ah!” Pierce broke off from the kiss, wanting to revel in the feeling of come over his fingers. Hal bit his neck, hard enough to leave a mark, and again, lower, and again, sucking the flesh in his mouth without apology.

Pierce gave Hal’s cock one more frantic, expert stroke, squeezing at the head, oiling the whole member with the precome. Hal bit his shoulder and growled, bucking, coming undone in Pierce’s hand while Pierce let the white light and tumbling surf of climax crash over them both.

When their bodies had stopped convulsing, they were left in a trembling, chilly aftermath, breathing harshly into the shadows of each other’s flesh.

“Eventually,” Hal panted, “we’re going to need condoms.”

“Sure,” Pierce said. He thought,Once you’re inside me, I don’t know if I can ever leave you.