…The motel room door slammed
into the wall as it opened. Gradyn, fully in charge, forced
Devlin inside and shoved him up against that same wall the
second after he kicked the door closed. Both men breathed
heavily from the kisses they'd shared on the stairs and in
the hallway. Gradyn clutched Devlin's head in his big hands
and dipped down, devouring his mouth all over again.
Devlin held onto Gradyn's waist and opened himself up to
a hot, wet taking of his mouth, reveling in the big, male
body crowding him into the immovable wall at his back. Devlin
licked back with equal fervor, tangled his tongue with this
other man's, and fused himself to Gradyn. Gradyn's hard cock
pressed deeply into Devlin's lower belly, and Devlin wanted
nothing so much as to see it and touch it without two layers
of clothes between them.
"Lemme…" Devlin pulled at the man's belt with one hand and
curled his hand around a thick, solid cock with the other.
Oh shit, it's big.
Gradyn jerked at first contact and then ground himself into
the touch. He growled and bit at Devlin's kiss-swollen lips
while he snaked his hands down Devlin's back. Gradyn yanked
Devlin's shirt out of his jeans, giving some skin on skin
contact that had Devlin moaning for more. The man delved his
hands under Devlin's shirt and pushed it off over his head,
forcing a break in their kiss.
With a low whistle, Gradyn dropped his attention to Devlin's
chest and abdomen, took a backward step into the room, and
shrugged out of his leather jacket. "Goddamn it, beautiful."
He never took his eyes off Devlin as he reached down and unlaced
his boots. "Get those jeans off and show me that pretty ass.
I need to fuck you."
Adrenaline flooded Devlin with breakneck speed and had him
running to the nightstand next to the double bed. "I have
the stuff." He fumbled with the finicky drawer hinges, wrestled
the thing open, and commanded his fingers to listen to the
order from his brain to stop trembling. "I don't know what
you want," he rambled as he withdrew a large bottle of lube,
"but I think I have everything we could possibly need."
He heard the rustling of clothing as it was presumably being
removed and hitting the floor, and then Gradyn said, "I have
my own condoms, but I'll need your lube." That smooth, deep
voice wrapped around Devlin from across the room, shimmering
phantom touches over his bare back. "I only have enough slick
for one round, and I can already tell that's not going to
be nearly enough with you."
Oh, Jesus. Devlin sucked in a gulp of cleansing
air. It's really going to happen. "Okay." Devlin's
heart continued to race faster than it ever had, almost burning
his chest. He kept his head down and his back turned as he
undressed, needing the extra few minutes to gather his nerves.
After toeing off his shoes and socks, he finished undoing
his belt and slipped off his jeans and boxer briefs.
He breathed, searching for calm again. Shit, though, he'd
never been completely naked with a man. Showers in gym class
did not qualify as being nude with another guy. At least,
not in this sense. It didn't count unless the other guy admired
and craved the same things he did.
Suddenly, a furnace of male heat covered Devlin's bare backside.
"Fucking incredible," Gradyn murmured at Devlin's ear. His
lips grazed Devlin's nape, and a big, calloused hand swept
over the hills of Devlin's buttocks. "I knew you'd have a
great ass." As Gradyn said that, he slipped a finger into
Devlin's crack.
Devlin jumped about a mile into the air and made a very unmanly
squeaking noise. He spun and gasped at the vision before him.
The crappy lighting in the room did nothing to diminish the
specimen of man just a few feet away. Gradyn's shoulders looked
a mile wide, and the definition of muscles roping his arms,
chest, stomach, and legs proved that he spent more than a
little time working out. The indigo tattoo pattern that started
on his scalp and worked its way down the side of his face
and neck continued over one shoulder, arm, side and leg, all
the way to mid-calf. That all seemed irrelevant at this point,
though.
It was Gradyn's cock--oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph--it
was his cock that got the pinpricks jumping on Devlin's flesh.
Fully erect, the thing was thicker than Devlin ever could
have imagined, and not without a decent amount of length too.
Devlin probably had an extra inch, but he couldn't even get
close to the girth of this man. He swallowed. Hard.
Gradyn canted his head and lifted one brow. "You okay, man?"
Devlin jerked his focus up to Gradyn's face. "You surprised
me when you came up on me." I can do this. He cleared
his throat and took a step forward. "That's all."
A flash of wicked smile lit up the sea of green in Gradyn's
eyes. "Good." He snagged Devlin around the waist and yanked
him up to his front. Devlin grabbed Gradyn's shoulders just
as the man dipped down and whispered, "Because I sure as hell
didn't want to walk away." Then he took Devlin with another
scorching kiss and tripped him right back onto the bed.
Gradyn came down on top of Devlin, and the solid weight of
his body rocked a shockwave clear through Devlin's system.
Devlin automatically circled his arms around Gradyn's waist,
and with the burn of that bare skin, he quickly started moving
his hands over more smooth, solid flesh. He frantically traced
his fingers over Gradyn's back, buttocks and legs, unable
to stop touching and learning.
"Fuck, I want you," Gradyn said. He groaned for more as he
pushed his way into Devlin's mouth with another kiss, brushing
a tantalizing hint of tongues. With every lick or jab Gradyn
delivered, he rocked his hips into Devlin with increasing
intent and made it impossible for Devlin to forget or ignore
the man's thick cock. Not that Devlin wanted to but, God,
its size and rigidity repeatedly stabbed into the crease of
Devlin's inner thigh, and Devlin couldn't stop his passage
from clenching each time he imagined that erection trying
to force its way into his ass.
Gradyn kept his mouth fused to Devlin's as he reached down
and dug his fingers into Devlin's hips, gripping him with
brutal power as he forced Devlin's legs further apart. He
rubbed his hand down Devlin's prick and gave a shivery-nice
caress to his balls before delving deeper and fingering Devlin's
asshole. A blunt tip teased Devlin's virgin pucker, and Devlin
sucked in an unsteady breath.
"Shit." Gradyn made a humming noise as he gave Devlin's entrance
a little more pressure. "I can't wait another second to feel
this ass." He reared up to his knees and grabbed a condom
off the comforter.
With Gradyn poised to rip open the condom packet, Devlin
took another glance at this man's penis--as well as at his
clear, unbridled enthusiasm for this coupling--and Devlin
suddenly blurted out, "I've never done this before. I've never
had a man fuck me."
Gradyn snapped his attention up to Devlin and froze. For
a split second, he hung in suspended animation, his dick rearing
and nearly ready to go, looking like a predator that could
do some serious damage. Then he muttered "Shit" under his
breath and shot out of bed. He proceeded to pace the length
of the motel room without words. Devlin watched, uncertain
but still hard, at the fierceness of this person--this stranger--moving
back and forth in a precise, deliberate pattern. An oppressive
silence coated the air, but it was not nearly enough to smother
the electricity still sparking off every surface of the room.
The man finally came to a stop. Using his hands, Gradyn braced
himself against the dresser, his stance wide and his focus
still aimed down at the ugly carpet. The sculpted lines of
his beautiful back flexed and strained, making the edges of
the tattoo wrapped around his shoulder and side ripple with
every move. Devlin imagined that Gradyn wanted to yell down
the walls, and that he worked to get his frustration--and
possible anger--in line.
Devlin could see the front of Gradyn's body reflected in
the mirror and took note that he had not lost a bit of his
hard-on. His chest moved in steady waves. Devlin stared openly,
and the mirror helped give him a complete view of the singular
pattern of Gradyn's body art, showing that it was truly spectacular
… and a little daunting. He really did not know this man at
all.
Abruptly, Gradyn turned and looked at Devlin. "Come here,
beautiful." His voice sounded gentle, and he even offered
Devlin a half-grin, which sparked a renewed case of excited
butterflies in Devlin's stomach. "Bring your lube."
Devlin crawled out of bed, grabbed the bottle off the nightstand,
and shuffled to stand in front of Gradyn. Embarrassment at
his inexperience, and that he'd falsely led this man to believe
they would have a very different experience tonight, kept
Devlin's attention glued to the floor.
I'm such an idiot.
"Look at me," Gradyn said. He took the bottle but didn't
say another word. Silence sat heavy between them. When Devlin
finally looked up, Gradyn, said, "I'm not mad, okay?" He cuffed
his big hand around Devlin's neck and put their foreheads
together. He continued, the edges of his tone now sounding
frayed. "But I fucking need some kind of connection
to another man right now. If you can suck me off, and help
me come," he curled Devlin's hand around his erection and
helped him stroke the stiff length, "I will bend myself over
this dresser and let you have at my ass. We'll worry about
patience and going slow later." He held Devlin's stare, and
pushed their hands between his thighs. "Think you can handle
me?"
Devlin tested the weight of Gradyn's sac. Feeling the man
respond against his palm, Devlin reclaimed some of his bravado.
"Hell, yeah." He gave a gentle squeeze. "I'll even suck your
balls."
Gradyn tunneled his fingers into Devlin's hair and moved
them in a massaging caress. "I can live with this kind of
negotiation." He brushed his lips against Devlin's and then
reached back, took hold of the edge of the dresser, and offered
a slow, smooth smile. His cock stuck out big and proud, too
weighty to point north. He stared at Devlin, and his eyelids
fell to half-mast. "Come on, newbie; show me what you've got."
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