Page 42 of Winging It with You

But his heart, his softness and overall goodness, the things that he’s allowed me to see, make me want him so badly I could combust right here on top of him.

“I need…you on…the bed,” he says between kisses, and the thought of Theo pushing me onto the bed makes me pant.

From one second to the next, Theo is standing with me in his arms like it’s nothing.

He carries me over to the bed, his lips never leaving mine, and lays us down on the plush white comforter.

The second Theo’s strong body settles between my legs, every nerve ending burns with an unmanageable need.

I need him.

Our movements are desperate, but that doesn’t stop me from committing every second of this moment to memory.

The way Theo’s lips are parted. The sound of our heavy breathing mixed together.

The way I can feel his cock straining against me.

Theo slides his hands from my face, resting one around the bottom slope of my neck, the other traveling a little farther, gripping my hip.

But he never stops kissing me. His lips slow and tender against mine, filled with both electrifying newness and comforting familiarity. Until they are thunderous again, leaving us gasping for air as we inhale each other.

More.

I crave his tanned skin, to taste all the flavors I now associate with only him.

With frantic hands, I reach down between us to find the hem of his thin shirt and pull, eager to remove all barriers between us.

He doesn’t object, lifting and angling himself just enough so I can remove it and reveal the broad body I’ve been mentally running my hands over since the moment I met him.

Thank fucking God my imagination is no longer necessary.

Theo hovers over me and I take in every plane and curve of him. As I trail my hands over his bare chest and down his stomach, he shudders at my touch, and when my hands reach the waistband of his shorts, he collapses back onto me, his mouth claiming mine with a deafening hunger once more.

He invades my mouth with his tongue, gently pulling on my lower lip with his teeth.

He trails kisses along my jaw, turning my head with one hand and using the other to slide beneath my shirt, sending shivers dancing across my core.

His scruff tickles the most sensitive parts of my neck, and when his teeth graze my earlobe, a growl in my chest bubbles to the surface.

But when he grinds his weight into me, the throb of his dick against my own causes me to full-out moan into his mouth.

Fuck.

“Please, Theo…” I pant, not caring at all how desperate for him I sound. He doesn’t need me to say anything else—not that I could at this point with his sweet lips back on mine. Instead, he rolls us so I’m suddenly half seated, half lying on top of him.

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me tightly so I’m flat against his chest. “Is this what you want?” he asks, pressing his hips upward. The bulge in his shorts teases my ass and I place my hands on either side of his chest so I can really push back against him. All of him. Fuck.

“Mm-hmm,” I murmur against his lips. I really do. I need to feel him free of all barriers. I need to watch his face as we finally discover each other, skin to skin.

Theo pushes me back so that I am sitting upright.

With skilled hands, he slowly lifts my shirt over my head, trailing lingering kisses along my stomach and up my chest.

Every new inch of skin his to savor.

He reaches up to lock his hands behind my neck and pulls my face back to his.

“Let’s get you out of these…” he breathes, tugging at the waistband of my sweats.

We roll again, Theo’s body burying me in the bed, and I raise my hips at the same time he pulls at my pants, his breath dragging across my skin lower and lower, and when he’s finally freed me from my clothing, his eyes burn dark with a hunger that makes my mouth water.

“You are,” he whispers, his fingertips covering my body, “the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.”

His words make me forget how to breathe.

I’m throbbing, my cock begging for his touch, his sweet mouth—something—and as if he can hear the desperation of my thoughts, Theo lowers his lips to my cock, kissing my shaft again and again, flicking my aching head with his wet tongue.

“Theo, please…” I pant, and his delicious torture causes my back to arch, my hands to claw at the bedding beneath us.

“You’re dripping for me…” he says, his lips still against my cock, but now his tongue slides directly over the tip, tasting me.

“Mmm. That’s my boy.” He takes both my hands in his, his grip tight, and pins them on either side of my restless body.

The sweet and saltiness of my precum lingers on his lips and when he dips his tongue back into my mouth, his hold on me loosens, so I use the opportunity to slide my hands down his wide back and tug at the waistline of his shorts while I press my body up against his.

“Take these off. Now ,” I pant, his smirk dancing against my lips.

“Yes, sir,” he says playfully, and I love it.

Theo expertly slides out of his shorts and briefs, and it’s my turn to explore his body with wandering hands.

I love the feel of his soft hair as I trace the lines where his glorious ass meets his legs, and when I roam around his hips, finally taking his cock, its heaviness makes my eyes roll back into my skull.

Pulling him toward me, I wrap my legs around his waist, positioning his dick exactly where I need it. Theo rolls his hips, sliding himself repeatedly against my hole. His lips are urgent against mine, the desire, need, and impatience he’s so clearly feeling matching my own.

He’s pressing against me now. Hard and firm, his intent so deliriously direct. I can feel myself open for him. Just slightly at first, but the more he slides and presses against me, the more I feel the arousal taking over, my body demanding what it wants.

Breaking our kiss for the first time in what feels like an eternity, Theo’s face hovers just a breath above mine.

His breathing is ragged, his eyes brimming with heat, and he’s so damn stunning in this moment I pray that time itself stops just so I can savor this moment forever.

Ever so slowly, he brings a tender hand to my face, a question lingering behind his stare, one that every gay man knows so well.

Are we doing this? Or…

I nod my head, knowing words aren’t necessary for either of us right now. Theo’s a smart man—there’s nothing subtle about what I, or my body, so clearly wants as I’m grinding into him.

“Stay here,” he whispers, practically leaping off the bed. I instantly crave his warmth again, the eagerness behind his every touch, the sweetness of his kiss.

But he doesn’t leave me wanting for too long.

Theo comes jogging back from our hotel bathroom, naked, hard and on full display just for me, every bit more delicious than I could have ever imagined.

I sit up on my elbows, fully appreciating every detail of his body.

His strong, powerful thighs. His tapered waist and broad, freckled shoulders.

His long arms that I’d give just about anything to have around me like a vise. And that cock…

He nearly dives back onto the bed, claiming his place on top of me, and places a bottle of lube and a condom in my hand—an invitation and a choice, one I already know the answer to.

“I’m on PrEP…and get tested regularly,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear between searing kisses.

“Uh, I know.”

He lifts himself onto his elbows, hair wild and an eyebrow raised as he peers over me. “You do?”

“Yeah, um, I may or may not have…” I say, tugging his neck toward me, bringing his lips back to mine, hoping my needy kisses will soften the blow of my nosiness, “snooped through your toiletry bag that first night in the hotel.” Thinking back to Theo’s PrEP prescription bottle in his open toiletry bag—and the matching one in mine—the choice is clear. I need to feel him . All of him.

“Is that so?” he asks, his smile evident against my parted lips.

“Oops,” I murmur, letting the slick liquid glide over my fingertips. Theo’s watching with patient eyes and when I reach down, coating every inch of him with smooth lube, his eyes burn even brighter.

He presses his forehead to mine when I secure my legs around his waist.

“You sure?” he whispers, his lips parted, the rise and fall of our chests increasing with each passing second.

Ignoring him, I reach around, grabbing a handful of his muscular ass—which will get its moment of appreciation at another time—and pull him toward me.

Pull him into me.

I wince at the sudden fullness and the way he stretches me as I get used to him.

“Right there,” I pant, holding him in place. “Just stay right there for a second.”

He stills, giving me every ounce of control. I need to take him slowly, something Theo clearly understands as he watches with cautious eyes.

“Kiss me,” I plead, wrapping one arm around his back and the other around his neck, pulling myself closer to him.

And he does.

Each brush of his lips eases the momentary tension created from finally having him inside me.

It’s too much and somehow, despite the burn and ache, not nearly enough.

His cock is just the right length and thickness—not too big that it’s painfully overwhelming, and with a slight upward curve that I know is going to hit me in all the right places.

“You okay?” he asks quietly against my ear. I nod, and when Theo starts to really move, each thrust unhurried and deliberate, filled with a considerate gentleness that’s more of a rarity these days, I begin to unravel around him.

“You feel so damn incredible,” he says, his breathing ragged as he starts to glide deeper into me.

I can feel Theo’s hungry eyes taking in every second of this moment. Every move my body makes, every sound that escapes my lips. It’s as if he’s trying to discover what makes me come undone.