The One That Got Away (18 page)

Chuckling, Trace took his hand and led the way into the hallway heading toward the bedroom. “I sure know that feeling,” he said wryly. At the side of the bed he pulled David into his arms for another heated kiss, 
plunging his tongue into the other man’s mouth in as close a claim as he’d ever made. He wanted David so badly.

David whimpered, melting against Trace’s body. If he’d been turned on by his friend before, it was nothing compared to the way the world was spinning now. Trace taking control made David’s entire body throb.

Feeling David give in to him was heady; the older man always took the lead, ever since they’d begun exploring each other, simply because Trace wanted him to. He’d had so much to learn about pleasing a man. But now, now he wanted to be the one in charge. He jerked David against him, hard, grinding their groins together as he kissed the other man hungrily.

“Gonna blow your mind,” he growled before biting hard at the juncture of David’s neck and shoulder.

David’s head tilted on its own accord, a soft mewl escaping.
You
already have,
he thought, glad that the mattress supported the backs of his wobbly knees. At least when they gave out, it wouldn’t hurt. “You touch me and I melt,” he whispered harshly, his lips nudging inside Trace’s collar to lick at his chest.

Trace purred and tilted his head back to give David more skin to kiss. “We’re even then,” he breathed. He moved his hands from David’s hips to his belly and finished unbuckling his lover’s belt.

Clothes. Clothes were definitely a hindrance. The thought penetrated David’s pleasure-fogged brain and his hands started to work on untucking Trace’s shirt. “There ought to be a rule against you wearing clothes in the house,” he muttered, cursing as his fingers fumbled with the small buttons.

Laughing breathlessly, Trace pulled open David’s jeans and shoved them over his hips before yanking at his shirt, sending a popped button to the floor. “Your house, your rules,” he said, leaning in to suck David’s earlobe between his teeth. 

“Oh, I like the sound of that,” David purred, gasping as Trace’s teeth tightened. “Do that to my nipples, and I’ll be your slave for life.”

“How can I resist?” Trace whispered, pulling the sides of David’s shirt farther apart, sending more buttons flying. His mouth surrounded the nub of skin, sucking and biting at it.

“Ah, fuck,” David cried, sinking to the bed and pulling Trace with him. Trace clutched at David, refusing to let go of his prize as he suckled at his chest hungrily. He landed on top of David’s knees, and his fingers plucked at the other nipple in a promise of what was coming.

A strangled sound of pure need broke from David’s throat, his body bowing, seeking more contact from Trace. He blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to focus. “I want you inside me tonight, Trace,” he rasped, trying to catch the warm brown eyes of his lover. “If you don’t want that, you need to tell me now.”

Focusing on his lover’s face, desire flared inside Trace and he felt a surprising sense of possessiveness. It was fragile and new and made him feel shaky, the idea that he would want David to be his and no one else’s.

It was a feeling he’d truly thought he’d never experience, to want someone so totally. Something about David must have flipped that switch inside him. “I want it,” he breathed, wonder clear in his voice, before he lunged forward with all his eagerness to capture David’s mouth.

David’s legs parted, drawing Trace closer and cradling him against the most intimate part of his body and sinking into the kiss. This felt so good, so right. He wanted to beg Trace to move faster and savor every second at the same time. Unwilling to part with the lips on his, he settled for running his hands down the broad muscles of Trace’s back, cupping and kneading his ass to silently urge him closer.

A low growl rumbled in Trace’s throat as he kissed David thoroughly. When he pulled back, his lips were red and swollen. “Want to 
taste you,” he said, shifting his hips to rock against David’s groin. “Want to kiss you. Want to lick you up and down and feel you shake because you know it’s me.”

The room spun and David’s body trembled right on cue. “God, Trace.” He clutched at Trace’s sides as the brunet carefully stood up before going to one knee and pulling off David’s shoes and jeans. Trace shuffled between David’s knees and leaned to press his cheek against the thin cotton that covered his lover’s cock. As he inhaled, he realized he wasn’t nervous. He wanted this. He turned his chin to mouth David’s erection through his briefs, breathing against the fabric hotly. David’s knees fell open limply, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Trace,” he panted, his hips arching off the mattress. “Can’t…. Gonna make me come.”

Chuckling, Trace nodded, rubbing his lips along the line of David’s cock. “That’s the idea, lover,” he purred, avidly watching David’s reactions. He started licking and sucking at the covered flesh, soaking the cotton with his tongue until he found the blunt, swollen head. Acting on instinct, Trace closed his mouth over it.

Surprised, David screamed, his face flushing at his outburst. He wanted to be cool and controlled, but Trace stole every ounce of restraint he possessed. He honestly never thought he’d feel Trace’s mouth on his cock, no matter how much he wanted it. His eyes fixed on the tongue and mouth working over his cock and every sensation was amplified tenfold.

The unpracticed but enthusiastic touches were the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. “Fuck, fuck,” he chanted blindly, his hips lifting in sync with Trace’s lips. “Move—fuck—move the….” He broke off to catch his breath. “Want to feel your mouth on me,” he finally managed to choke out.

Trace’s eyes closed as he shuddered. To think he reduced David to this. Holy hell, it felt incredible. He raised his mouth from the wet fabric 
and looked up at his lover, seeing the surprise and desire there. David was so gorgeous like this. Heart pounding, Trace smoothed his hands over the briefs, and his fingers slid into the waistband to pull them down and over the swollen cock. With one last glance at David’s glazed eyes, he leaned to simply slide his lips along the soft skin of David’s erection.

A thousand pinpricks of sensation fired from the area brushed by Trace’s mouth. “Oh yes,” he hissed, his fingers sinking into the silken strands of dark hair. David collapsed back at an awkward angle against the headboard, limp. With an irritated grunt, he shifted sideways so he could lie back against a pillow, pulling his legs up onto the bed.

Trace followed, kneeling between David’s thighs, giving his lover the same treatment he had through the briefs, sliding his cheek and stubbled chin along his cock, lightly licking along its length, mouthing its girth before finally lapping right at the distended head with a soft purr.

David squirmed. He’d never gotten off on so little, but it felt like Trace’s tongue was pulling directly on invisible lines leading down into his balls. With every upstroke, his body contracted and threatened to spill onto Trace’s tongue. He attempted to stifle a sharp cry as the teasing touch circled the head of his cock, failing miserably and giving in to a throaty moan as the lips closed over the swollen tip. Lifting slightly, he rocked up into the intoxicating heat just slightly, not wanting to startle Trace, but unable to hold still.

Trace wanted nothing else at this moment than to please David. The noises and movement set his own cock to aching, but he wasn’t willing to give up. He just hoped he didn’t hurt David somehow. Lifting one long-fingered hand, he wrapped it around David’s cock and squeezed as he began to suck carefully. He wanted to hear more of those cries. The taste was stronger than off his fingers, of course, but Trace decided he liked it.

He liked anything and everything about David. Trace wanted to feel David moving under him, driven mad by his touch. The brunet’s pulse pounded.

He still remembered what David had said. He wanted Trace inside him.

Trace moaned deeply at the thought of it as his groin contracted in pleasure.

Trace’s groan sent shivers skating over David’s skin, hardening his nipples to painful points and making his cock pound. Unaware, he reached up to rub at the puckered nubs on his chest to ease the sting, planting his feet and pushing up into the tight fist. His eyes flickered open. Looking down at the full, red lips stretched around the shaft of his cock, David couldn’t hold back. “Oh God. God, Trace!” he shouted, gripping his lover’s head, not to push himself deeper but to make sure he didn’t. Hips thrashing, he tried to pull away from Trace’s mouth without losing contact with his hand. “Fuck! Coming!”

Surprised by the strength of David’s thrashing, Trace pulled his mouth off his lover’s cock not quite in time and the come dripped and smeared on his lips. Gasping at the sheer eroticism of it, Trace tightened and moved his hand as he extended his tongue to catch the next splatter that hit his cheek. Delighted laughter bubbled over as another thin stream hit his chin, and he wiped at it with the back of his hand.
He
did this to David.
He
did it. Oh
Christ
! That kernel of him wanting to claim David as his own swelled and popped ecstatically, and Trace had no idea what to do or think about it.

The force of the climax that hit him left David with no option but to hold on and ride it out. Hips bucking, eyes clenched tightly shut, fingers wound in dark hair, he chanted Trace’s name over and over as his body shuddered and surged. When the intense pulses subsided into gentle twinges, he opened his eyes, seeking reassurance that his lover was all right. Trace stared at him, eyes glowing with stunned happiness and desire, flushed cheeks and swollen lips painted with his come. David came close to climaxing again. Instead, he pulled Trace down with a throaty groan. “Mine.”

Trace’s answer was a weak whimper as he shivered at the passion riding him, and his lips slid wetly over David’s. David felt the same way.

Maybe there was nothing wrong with it, then. “Yeah,” he breathed.

“Yeah.” He let go of David’s cock and slid his hands up to cup his face as they kissed with open mouths, and he tried to clamber up into David’s lap, hungry to be closer to his possessive lover.

Sitting upright, David pulled Trace up to straddle his lap, his hands roaming feverishly, his mouth only leaving Trace’s long enough to speak.

Breathing was optional at this point. “Not good enough,” he complained, trying to situate their two long frames against each other. “I want you laid out in front of me.”

Trace let out a long breath as he shifted under David’s hands with a soft moan. “I am so fuckin’ turned on by you,” he said huskily as he rubbed his palms over his own chest, fingers sliding under his hanging-open shirt. He reached up to shove his hair off his shoulder and met David’s eyes with his own, which flashed with serious want. “What are you gonna do about it?”

David leaned forward, following the arch of Trace’s neck with his lips and then his tongue until his mouth hovered next to Trace’s ear. “I’m gonna lay you down and explore every inch of your skin with my hands and then with my mouth. I’m gonna compare the taste of your skin here,”

David licked the sensitive hollow behind Trace’s ear, “with the way you taste here,” he ran his thumbs into the crease between Trace’s leg and body, stretching the fabric tight against Trace’s cock. “Let me taste you, make you so hard you tremble, and then show you what it feels like to be inside me.”

“Aww hell,” Trace hissed, eyes wide as his cock twitched so hard he thought for a second he was going to come right then and there. He dropped one hand to press over his groin, trying to relieve a little of the pressure and get control of himself. “You better be careful or I won’t make 
it to the inside part,” he said shakily. “Christ, David. You really want, want me to…?” For some reason it just sounded totally wrong to blurt out the word ‘fuck’. Wrong and harsh and lewd. But how else could he say it?

A low chuckle rumbled in David’s chest, and he pressed his grin into Trace’s shoulder, the joy inside of him expanding to the point that it had to bubble over somewhere. Grabbing Trace’s ass, he pulled him closer.

“Yeah, I really want you to….” His words faded out as he stared into Trace’s mesmerized eyes. “Fuck me. Make love to me. Come so deep inside me I can taste you.” He emphasized each statement by rocking their hips together, feeling his spent shaft begin to twitch with interest as it brushed against Trace’s hard bulge.

Each reference caught Trace harder in the gut. Make love to him.

Yeah. Yeah, he could do that. The rest just made his head spin. “You’re gonna have to help. I know what’s supposed to happen, but no hands-on, you know?” he rasped.

Just the idea of being Trace’s first male lover was enough to harden David’s cock completely. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out, and I’ll guide you every step of the way.” Rolling off the bed, David opened the curtains, letting in the bright light of the full moon. “Take your clothes off and lie down for me.” He pulled open the nightstand drawer, getting the supplies they’d need and putting them close at hand.

Swallowing hard, Trace shrugged his shirt off and let it drop as he stared at David, lit by moonlight. How could he express how gorgeous this man was to him? And he was going to make love to him. Trace didn’t want to just fuck. He wanted more. His pants pooled at his ankles, soon joined by his briefs and socks, and he stepped away from them as he pulled the band out of his hair, shrugging it over his shoulders the way he had discovered David liked it. Trace crawled onto the bed and shifted to lie on his side, facing David. His hands itched, and he grasped the sheets.

David pushed Trace onto his back, crawling over him. “My turn,” he 
growled, his mouth attacking one of Trace’s nipples, sucking it strongly until it peaked high enough to catch it with his teeth. While he sucked, he let his thigh push Trace’s erection into his body, bracing himself on his arms and sliding up and down.

Trace gasped and lifted against David, his chest, then his hips, begging with his body for more. He clutched at his lover’s shoulders and moaned luxuriously as he breathed David’s name. Obviously his lover wanted him, maybe even wanted to keep him? Trace shivered as he figured out that was the way he felt too. David’s hands traveled up Trace’s side, pulling his arms up over his head and trapping both wrists in one hand. His mouth moved to the other nipple, his body continuing to undulate, keeping Trace on edge but not providing enough friction to push him over.