David wasn’t listening. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the floor and pushing his hips back, taking as much as he could. “Rory. Oh Roar, that’s good. Why didn’t you tell me it felt this good?”
It took Rory a few seconds to catch his breath enough to respond, “If all the men knew, the women would be lonely.”
David laughed breathlessly into the carpet. “So cocky.”
“You should know,” Rory said as he slung his hips forward, filling David completely. Both men stilled. “Now really don’t move this time. I mean it. I just…need a minute.”
Too many sensations. Too full. Not full enough. Floating and spinning and pinned down beneath a strong, masculine body that was exactly where it belonged. The sensations were overwhelming. So were his emotions.
“Rory,” he murmured, the ache in his voice. “I didn’t know...”
“Shhh.” David jerked when Rory’s hot hand covered his over his erection and squeezed. “Let me, David. Let me take care of you.”
He turned his head, looking up into the brilliant blue eyes that always drew him in. “Kiss me.”
“Anytime.” Rory ducked his head and took David’s mouth, using their joined hands to stroke his erection.
“I love your cock,” Rory sighed between open-mouthed kisses. “Always have.”
“Always?”
“Are you kidding?” Rory’s laugh sounded like a sigh. “I’ve been wanting to hold it for years. Dreaming about it. If you knew how often I jerked off just thinking about how it would feel buried inside—” Rory cut himself off with a growl, but his words had gotten David’s attention.
“Inside?” he said, his throat dry and tight. “Inside you, Rory? I thought you liked it like this.” Rig had told him Rory never bottomed. He liked to guide or be in charge at all times.
“I love this.” Rory wrapped his free arm around his chest and started to rock deep inside him, as if talking about it made him lose some of his control. “But fuck yeah, I’ve imagined you getting inside me. I don’t do that, David, but you?” Their fingers tangled together around his shaft. “With you, that’s what got me off nearly every time.”
Rory’s words sent fiery licks up his spine. “Me too. I want both. I love how you feel inside me right now. I never want it to stop. But when you kissed me the first time, all I could think about was folding you over the nearest hard surface and watching you take every inch of me.” He lowered his voice. “Hearing you beg for it.”
He’d always had to be careful. The women he’d dated had never liked his size. The idea of it, sure, but never the reality. But Rory’s reaction was everything he could hope for. David actually felt him getting harder, growing bigger inside him, and Rory’s hand moved to raise his thigh higher and hold him still for his thrusts.
“Every inch, David?” he growled. “And when I begged for it, did you give me what I needed? Did you fuck me hard? Did you make me scream?”
“Fuck,” David cried as Rory’s hips powered against his, the head of his cock rubbing his prostate in exactly the right way to send him soaring closer to the edge of oblivion.
“Tell me, David. Did you pin me down and stuff me with that monster until I cried out for mercy?”
“Yes! I made you take it,” he moaned. “I made you beg and then I fucked you so hard, Rory.”
“Like this?” Rory demonstrated, his voice gritty with arousal. “Did you fuck me this hard?”
“Harder. Please, I need it.” He wasn’t even sure what he was saying. “I’ve missed you. I need you. Fuck me harder.”
“You’ll be sore.” Rory tried to warn him over the sound of slapping flesh and his broken cries. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want to feel it. Even when you’re gone, I need to feel you inside me.”
Those were the magic words. “Fuck, David. God, you’re squeezing me so tight. Want to stay inside you for days. Forever.”
David turned his head blindly and they were kissing again as if they’d never get another chance. David sucked his tongue deep, absorbing his taste and loving the intensity of his response.
Rory was out of control. For him. Because of him.
This was how sex was supposed to be. Writhing and sweaty, bodies clinging to each other as the world dropped away and hurled you into space. Everything. It was everything.
He’d never understood until now why people made such a big deal about it.
Now he knew.
“I need you to come,” Rory snarled into his mouth. “I need you to come for me, David. I can’t hold back. Not with you gripping me so fucking… Please, babe.”
That broken plea at the end was all he needed. He milked his shaft as each new pulse of his climax pooled on the carpet beside him, coated his hand. “Oh God, yes.” He saw spots in front of his damn eyes, he was coming so hard. Jesus, he might actually pass out.