Chapter 66
Donovan took his shaft in hand, glided it up and down TJ’s crack, then centered it. Pressure followed before TJ’s body relented enough to allow entrance.
Languidly and gently, Donovan pushed inside, then paused.
A burn and stretching sensation announced Donovan’s presence. TJ took a deep breath and kept his gaze locked on where their bodies were now joined.
“Okay?”
“Yeah. More.”
Donovan abided. He pushed inside another inch before stopping.
The too tight feeling turned into one of fullness, a searing heat which spread through his entire body. TJ groaned and arched his back.
Donovan pressed further, lazily, at the speed of a caterpillar crossing a path. The unrelenting penetration continued, much to TJ’s delight. He settled, stilled, and wrapped his fingers around TJ’s shaft. Gently, he rubbed his thumb over the head, smearing the drops of moisture all around
The dual sensation took the last bit of pain away, leaving TJ reveling in pleasure—hot, uninhibited pleasure.
“Still okay?” Donovan whispered.
“Oh, yeah.”
“Good.” Donovan braced himself with one hand on the mattress and covered TJ’s body. He pressed sweet kisses over TJ’s chest, nipping lightly at each nipple until they were hard pebbles. Only then did he continue on his journey upward to finally meet TJ’s questing lips.
For a long time, Donovan simply kissed him, showering him with affection, his lower body still.
TJ caressed Donovan’s sides, ran his hands down his back, and lower to grab his butt cheeks. He squeezed then pulled, attempting to tug Donovan closer, to get his cock deeper.
Donovan lifted his head, giving TJ the opportunity to kiss his throat and run his teeth gently down the column.
“Mmm.” Donovan lightly bit TJ’s shoulder.
The tiny sting whetted TJ’s desire for more. He knew a mark would linger and that excited him more than he’d ever thought possible.
TJ squirmed, needing more. Anything. Everything more. “You’re driving me nuts.”
Donovan beamed. “That’s the whole point, grizzly. And I’m not near done yet.”
TJ groaned in both frustration and sensual delight. “Move already,” he gritted out, using his grip on Donovan’s rear to yank, emphasizing his point.
“So impatient.” Donovan kissed TJ deeply before lifting up again, just enough to put some space between their bodies. Languidly, he reversed course, paused, then returned. His eyes held TJ’s the entire time.
“Like that. Do it again.” TJ tickled his fingers up Donovan’s sides, happy that his lover was finally on the move.
Donovan did so, at the speed of a turtle. Still, he stroked in and out, hitting all the hot spots inside TJ and jacking up the arousal along the way.
“Easy, big guy. Nice and easy,” Donovan whispered. He released TJ’s shaft, using the free hand to help brace himself to hover over TJ’s supine body. He flexed his spine, setting forth another volley of heat through TJ.
TJ grunted, lifted his pelvis, and eagerly met Donovan’s leisurely thrusts. The discomfort faded fast, leaving him with pleasure, heat, and searing need.
Donovan changed the angle, aiming more downward.
The first full stroke sent strings of fire racing through TJ’s blood. That hot spot tingled as if begging for more. TJ would have done the same if he could have caught his breath. Instead, he grunted, curled his back more, and grabbed the bed linens in a desperate bid to stay grounded. “Fuck that’s good.”
“Right there?”
Donovan bumped his gland again.
TJ saw stars. “Oh, damn. There. Right there.”
Picking up the pace slightly, Donovan kept his downward thrusts consistent, each one rubbing against TJ’s gland.
A loud groan escaped from TJ’s lips. He bracketed Donovan’s hips with his lower legs and rocked to the rhythm, following Donovan’s guidance. He’d never known it could feel this good. Always a top, he drove the session. To be on the receiving end, to trust a man enough to allow him to take charge went against TJ’s very nature. Yet, in surrendering, he’d found something special. Something magical. Something that was about to make him shoot his load.
“Just like that. It’s good, isn’t it? The feel of my cock buried in your ass is so good.”
“Yes.” TJ gritted the word out as he rode a tide of pleasure so hot, he feared he’d end up scorching the bed sheets.
He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Donovan’s waist, holding him close, yet with enough rein to grind their bodies together.
“Look at me, TJ. Open those eyes. I want to watch you come.”
TJ met Donovan’s gaze, held it. Biting his lip, he pulled on the last of his reserves to hold back the impending climax.
Donovan bent down and nipped TJ’s pec.
The tiny sting drew TJ to the very edge. “Almost…there.”
Donovan kissed TJ with spicy passion, his thrusts unchanged. Measured. Easy. As if they had the rest of their lives together. He lifted his head and stared at TJ. “Come for me, grizzly. Fly with me.” Straining, he kept the pace, but grimaced as if in the greatest agony or the most supreme bliss. Once. Twice. A third time.