Every Boy's Dream

Breaking In A New Story

It was bad, and so God damn good, and that wash of instant heat just ignited on the spot.

Apparently, the rest of it all was going to have to wait because Christian's hands caught the zipper of his coat and damn near tore the damn thing off Darren's body. "I'm sorry, but you're making me fucking crazy." That wasn't even him, that was all Christian.

He sounded a little too hot and heavy to ignore and turned Darren over the top on the scale of just, fuck the rest of everything, I need to be inside you now, mode.

Chris said it against his mouth and paused long enough to catch his face, those green eyes were just a little too heavy, a little too hot to bypass, just absolutely wicked and thinking nothing savory. Chris almost came apart just seeing that heady expressive set of eyes, saw him graze his teeth over his lip like he was tasting him. "Did...did we have other plans though?"

"Baby, the only plan I have right now, is cumming inside that tight fucking ass."

God damn.

Chris almost tore his jacket getting it off, and to say that did its job was an understatement. It was suddenly an Olympic task just to take hands or lips off the other on their way back to the bed, shedding clothes a little desperately, and Christian had never actually had the sensation of wanting someone so badly, that your skin hurt, but his did.

He had been wanting those exact hands on his body since that morning before the range and every second since then, and there was some guilt in that thought honestly.

It was undeniably true, and that skin hunger had been so god-forsakenly strong it was eating him alive suddenly. Darren was just a heady undeniable thing for him in every manner of the word, and there was nothing right then about this guy that was not turning him on.

From the studs in his ears, that smooth velvet cut of hair and longer top, the smell of the cologne he was wearing, and that very tight just amazingly smooth skin under his hand. He couldn't get enough, and that feeling seemed to be mutual because they were naked in the space of ten feet to the bed, and apparently, they weren't in the mood to wait or waffle or talk about kinks and foreplay.

Chris' hesitations and rampant concerns and tribulations over his age died a terrific death, and on Darren's side, he wasn't thinking about a damn thing other than how undeniably amazing that flesh and muscle and silken skin was under his mouth, how god damn sexy that body was moving for him, and wasn't thinking about much in terms of seductions or putting on a show.

This was sincerely, just a needy, heavily intoxicating instant desire to just be with someone you hadn't been able to be with, in the way you wanted it. It felt so unbelievably right and correct that any denials he had literally just been thinking over, slipped from his hands that fast.

Talk about magnetism, connection, chemistry, whatever it was?

It was hot, that mouth on his neck was sending him to another stratosphere of pleasure, had to roll his head back to give that soft set of lips access to anything he wanted, and couldn't believe they had made it even this long in the scheme of the week.

It was fucking magic is what it was, and his seams split, that wild excitement spiked over the top when that mouth slipped down his chest and just kept going and said to hell with it. He flipped onto his back and caught that thick head of hair with a sound for real delight like a damn virgin when that tongue rolled over his hip and loin, hands dragged down the skin of his thighs, and he honestly, was very content to let Christian just worship him as God intended.

Because that's exactly what the fuck this was, on both sides. Chris was surely a giver, and he was giving a lot right then that was making Darren pant, roll, and shake apart from the inside out. It was by far, the hottest moment he had ever had in bed, and required nothing but just this other person to get there.