by Riley Knox
Abruptly, Ethan's hand curled over his, dragging it away, up and over Avery's head. "If you want me to fuck you, keep those to yourself for the next few minutes."
Avery smirked, and couldn't resist arching up like he had in his pre-restaurant fantasy. Only instead of a concussion, he earned himself a look so hot from Ethan, he fully expected the sheets to catch fire.
"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted your clumsy, silly ass in this bed, stretched out all naked and wanting."
It wasn't the first time he had ever been described in those unflattering terms, but hearing the obvious, hungry affection in Ethan's tone, made them endearing. He felt...desired. Maybe he was flawed as fuck, but it didn't matter when Ethan looked at him like he was the center of his world.
Mine. Avery stretched again, curling one hand around the back of Ethan's neck to pull him down for a sizzling kiss. Ethan returned it threefold, breaking it only to dip his head and curl his tongue in a lazy swipe across one flat nipple. The edge of his teeth scraping across it arched Avery's hips off the bed.
"Do not move." He stole another hard kiss, then released Avery long enough to reach over him to the nightstand to find lube and a condom. As he fumbled with the wrapper in an uncharacteristically awkward move, Avery leaned up to trace his tongue up the side of Ethan's torso, nipping at his collarbone.
He only had a second to enjoy himself before he found himself flipped over onto his belly so fast his head spun and his cock saluted. Ethan's growl vibrated low in his chest, and Avery could feel it along his spine. "I told you not to move...but I can't say I object to the view."
Avery's fingers curled into the sheets, briefly considering the strength of the thread count, as Ethan licked, then bit his way down the column of his spine, lingering for a moment on the stylized, lettered tattoo at the base of his lower spine, just at the upper curve of his ass. He felt Ethan's smile before he spoke.
"K.I. S. S.? Seriously?"
Avery glanced over his shoulder as Ethan's thumbs traced patterns into his skin. The quick flash of white teeth in that tanned skin made Avery smirk. "Sarah and I got matching tattoos when she got her divorced finalized and I'd kicked my latest ex to the curb. She wanted a piece of advice, something meaningful to us both in the future."
The other man's brow hitched with curiosity.
"Keep. It. Simple. Stupid." Avery explained.
Ethan laughed aloud. "She has the same one? Hmm...good ammunition to have for the future."
Avery snorted. "Prepare to scratch out your own eyes if you ask her to see it. She's not shy, and she thinks you're hot."
"She isn't the only one."
Avery's smart-ass response stilled in his throat when he felt Ethan's tongue curve around the I--he knew exactly which letter it was, since it was centered right at the crease of his ass. A place few men had gone before, but which Ethan traced with gusto as he tossed Avery the condom package to open. He managed to drop it twice when Ethan's lips drifted even lower, those strong hands parting Avery's ass cheeks like Moses had the Red Sea.
When Ethan swiped his tongue, rough and wet, right across Avery's puckered hole, Avery's tongue slammed into the roof of his mouth so hard he felt he was channeling an epileptic.
"I-- Fuck-- That's-- OhmyGod!"
"Eloquent much?" Ethan said with a smirk. His thumb circled the spot he'd just licked, his other hand reaching for the condom. The purely masculine sound of his laughter washed over Avery as he fumbled among the sheets, cursing when it slipped out of his hands again.
"Stay," Ethan commanded, his thumb continuing that rub and glide over Avery's hole, drawing a hiss from the younger man when Ethan slowly pressed one finger into him, increasing it to two, then three when Avery's hips snapped back restlessly against his hand.
At the same time, Ethan's free hand reached for another condom, rolling it on one-handed and applying lube with such skill that Avery was tempted to christen him the Nookie Ninja.
Then he felt that big body stretching over his, the cool, smooth length of Ethan's sheathed dick gliding against his readied hole, and all rational thought fled his mind, disappearing in a white-hot wave of need.
The light dusting of hair on Ethan's chest teased against Avery's spine as Ethan made a table of his body, drawing a whimper from Avery that would have been embarrassing if he'd had any brain function left.
Slowing down, Ethan licked across the last and most intricate of Avery's tattoos--the Gemini Symbol between his shoulder blades--tracing painfully slow circles over the curving lines again and again, till not even the represented oceans he'd had worked into the design, could have cooled him down.
When Avery was finally certain he would go crazy with want, Ethan finally pressed forward and entered him, teasing just long enough for Avery's mouth to open in protest. He didn't get the chance to voice it as the other man pulled out all the way, then slid in fast and hard to the hilt.
"Yesssssssssssssss!" Another time, Avery's complete lack of coherent speech would have embarrassed him, but with Ethan's body pressed so firmly against his that Avery could feel the rapid tattoo of his heartbeat, and all that warm muscle bunching and shifting against his body with Ethan's deliberately steady rhythm reassuring him of just how solid and dependable the man was, he didn't care.
His fingers fumbled for something to find purchase on when Ethan shifted, moving up to his knees to get a better angle. Those big, capable hands yanked Avery's hips up so his body was arched, face pressed into the pillows. Avery sucked in an Ethan-scented breath as he pressed harder into the silky covering of the pillow to keep from shouting as Ethan's short, hard strokes found his sweet spot.
Avery sucked in a hard breath. "Oh my God," he said, words completely muffled by the Egyptian cotton determined to entomb him like some past Pharaoh. "Oh my fucking God. Harder... Ethan!"
Behind him, Ethan's hands tightened on Avery's hips hard enough to bruise before he caught himself. His teeth teased the lobe of Avery's ear, his breathing labored as he curled his hands over Avery's on the bed rails, lacing their fingers together.
The visual of Ethan's darker skin against his own lightly sun-freckled hands, went straight to Avery's dick. He'd never thought of himself as needing protection--except from himself--but with his fingers held willing prisoner between Ethan's, he felt safe, protected.
Avery rocked back to meet Ethan's quickening thrusts, his control unraveling faster than cheap thread when he felt Ethan's disappearing. Being cherished was amazing, but sometimes a man just needed to be fucked blind.
And who needed eyes anyway, when hands and lips took the lead. The scrape of Ethan's teeth over the back of his neck, and his hoarse, explicit promises pushed Avery harder and faster toward that climax.
He shouted a warning when his knees buckled, but Ethan's arm immediately slid around his waist to pull Avery up and back against his own chest so he could ride him without the fear of jelly legs.
Holding onto the bed rails again, Avery's eyes closed as he met Ethan's thrusts, rocking down hard on every one of Ethan's upstrokes. His head fell back against that strong shoulder with a moan when he felt the subtle hitch in Ethan's smooth rhythm, indicating he was close.
Avery suddenly wanted the muffling power of the pillow as needy sounds poured from his lips in a frantic litany. He was completely at the mercy of Ethan's strong body, and his own uncontrolled arousal.
"I want to hear you," Ethan said, his hand curling around Avery's throat, not to squeeze, but to turn his head up for a kiss as he drove deep. The warm pressure grounded Avery into the moment, his need becoming his lover's, as he registered the note in Ethan's voice that was as much a pleas as it was a command. "Let me hear you lose it. I've waited so damn long to hear it, spent months jacking off in the shower thinking about what you'd sound like when you begged me to make you come."
"Oh my God!" Avery howled, only one hand supporting him as the other blindly reached out for Ethan. He fed his shouts into Ethan's mouth, the other man eagerly a
ccepting them as he slammed into Avery one last time, hard enough to make them both groan.
As soon as Avery felt Ethan's body shudder, his own climax slammed into him so hard he was convinced he'd actually gone blind for a moment. It was the scent of Ethan's cologne wafting up to him from the pillows that made him realize they'd both collapsed forward, and Ethan's weight suffocated him into the pillows again.
One small sound immediately got the man's attention, and as Ethan rolled over onto his side, a strong arm curled around Avery's waist and brought him along for the ride.
Avery smiled when he felt the subtle tremors vibrating through the older man's arm. He protested when Ethan shifted long enough to tie off the used condom and toss it into a corner somewhere where they'd no doubt find it tomorrow, by stepping on it. Not the best way to start a morning, but with Ethan's stubble tickling between his shoulder blades as he spooned behind him, Avery couldn't muster up enough desire to give a damn.
"I think I'm dead," Avery murmured.
"Is that why you confused me for God?"
Ethan's laughter was interrupted by a soft oof, as Avery elbowed him.
They lay in sated, sleepy silence for a few moments, Avery's body relaxing more firmly against Ethan's with every soft exhalation of Ethan's breath against his jaw.
Heaven.
The sound of Avery's cell phone going off down the hall abruptly interrupted the moment. It took a moment for him to recognize the instrumental melody that let him know he had a text message. When he did, his cheeks reddened, and he buried his head against Ethan's heaving chest.
"I mean to ask you about that earlier. Interesting song choice."
"That's Sarah," Avery grumbled. "She's always changing my ringtones. At least she didn't put 'It's Raining Men' back on. Give me a sec."
Reluctant as he was to leave the bed and the warmth of Ethan's arms, he needed to make sure that his sister didn't need anything if he wanted to enjoy the rest of his night with peace of mind.
Ethan glanced up when he heard Avery's soft laughter as he returned to the room. "What is it?"
Still smiling, Avery passed the cell phone over to him and slid back beneath the covers. He watched Ethan's face as he scanned the message, loving the slow smile that curved his lips higher on one side.
"So, did you?"
Avery nodded, laughing, as Ethan tackled him into the bed sheets. The phone with Sarah's message, Avery, did you find your hero? fell unheeded onto the floor.
She could wait. But Avery, had finally held out long enough.
Riley Knox
Riley Knox is new to the world of erotic writing, though no stranger to spinning fiction out of thin air on a daily basis (ask her mom about that time when she was five...), or having very public conversations on her drive to work, with the many characters clamoring for center stage in her head. Fortunately, to date, her love of storytelling and wordy manipulation has manifested itself on paper, and not in institutionalization or a criminal record. Her cats would miss her.
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