With every word, Hollis’s expression changed and all the worry finally fled his face. That’s when his nostrils flared, his hands gripped Ian’s hips and he thrust up hard inside him.
“Yes!” Ian yelled before he hurriedly buried his mouth in Hollis’s neck. “Shit! Do you think they can hear me?”
“I don’t care about anyone else right now,” Hollis whispered. “Ride me.”
Ian sat up and rolled his hips until he had Hollis’s cock hitting just…the…right…spot. He threw his head back, moving into a rhythm that had pleasure sparking through every nerve ending in his body. He braced his hands on Hollis’s hard chest and rocked and rocked and rocked against him. Noises escaped his throat, ones he couldn’t control. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his upper lip, and he felt it drip down his neck. “Oh, yes,” he whispered.
Hollis cried out and slid his hands up Ian’s sides, stroking his palms over his chest, his thighs. He grasped Ian’s cock and used his other hand to pull Ian back to his mouth. He bit and licked at Ian’s mouth and Ian opened for him, moaning into the thorough kiss.
Ian couldn’t slow his hips, loving the pressure inside him, the fullness, the slide of Hollis’s dick over his prostate again and again. He sat back up, ran his hands over Hollis’s gorgeous body. The wide shoulders and thick pecs, the stubble of his chest hair growing back in. “So hot. You’re so hot, Hollis.” Ian threw his head back. “It feels so good,” he moaned. “You feel so good inside me.”
“Oh fuck, Ian.” Hollis gripped his hips again. “I love the way you move. So beautiful. You’re so goddamn beautiful.” He started to grunt with every thrust of his cock deeper into Ian, the sounds raw like they came from deep inside him.
Ian thrust his own dick into Hollis’s hand, fumbling with his hand for the lube. He didn’t even look, just flipped it open and poured some onto Hollis’s hand. The cold that hit the tip of his dick made him shiver.
Hollis opened his hand enough to let the lube in, then he squeezed his fingers shut, and jerked him exactly as he liked it. Thumb over the top, tight grip. The easy glide with the added lube made Ian see stars. He gasped and started riding Hollis harder. “I’m going to come,” he gasped. “Holy shit, I’m going to come.”
“Do it. Come all over me.” Hollis sped up his hand and his hips, his words breaking between hard pants.
Ian clenched his thighs on Hollis’s sides as the pleasure coursed through his body. Like a flash fire, it boiled through him, making him shake and groan as hot semen burst from him and shot all over Hollis.
Hollis gripped his hips, thrust up into him again and again, a hoarse cry spilling from his lips just as he went still—hips raised up off the bed. When he shuddered and shook and fell back to the bed, Ian slumped over him.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, and Ian was sure he’d never had any kind of sex like that. He clenched around Hollis, knowing he needed to get the condom, clean them up. But he didn’t want to move. “You smell so good,” he moaned against Hollis’s chest. The sweat had made the stubble a little too prickly, and he lifted enough to put his face on a smooth shoulder. “I will say I can’t wait for that chest hair to grow back in.”
Chuckles shook the body beneath him. “Me too. It’s itchy as fuck.” He ran his hand over Ian’s back. “You are incredible.”
“We are incredible.”
“I have to agree.” Hollis flinched when Ian clenched around him again. “Hold on.” He reached between them and grasped the bottom of the condom as he slipped from Ian’s body. Ian stayed braced above him while he tied it off, tossed it to the side of the bed on his clothes and pulled Ian back down on him. He spread his hands over Ian’s back again. “You have the smoothest skin I’ve ever felt.”
Ian snorted into his neck. “Is that a compliment for a guy?”
“Trust me, it’s a compliment.”
He felt like he could lie on top of him forever. Ian hadn’t felt this cherished or this sated in his entire life. He knew his friends loved him and he returned their feelings with equal fervor, but what he felt right here in Hollis’s arms eclipsed everything. This was what sex was supposed to feel like. With one hundred percent of his consent. With someone who cared about him. Hollis might not be in love with him—at least he hadn’t said as much—but what he did feel was strong. Ian could feel it in every stroke of his hands, in every kiss from his lips.Chapter 18Sipping his glass of champagne, Lucas looked over the glittering spectacle he’d pulled together with his amazing team. In one week, his people managed to get a stunning array of decorations hung around the grand rotunda of Union Terminal, four different caterers and six restaurants had donated food for the function, and they had three bands scheduled to play. Of course, since Lucas was pulling together some of the city’s most influential people, the Children’s Winter Gala was a great opportunity to get their wares and services in front of the movers and shakers of Cincinnati. And it didn’t hurt that those donations of time, money, and services were a final tax write-off for them as well. It didn’t matter to him their reasons. At the end of the day, they would raise money for the groups that focused on helping the children of the tri-state area and they’d catch Jagger.