The One That Got Away (19 page)

A strangled whimper tore from Trace’s throat as he lightly pulled at his arms, just enough to feel restrained, not with any intention of breaking free. The dominant gesture sent heat shrieking through him, and every touch of David’s tongue fanned the fire. “David,” he gasped out. “You keep this up we won’t make it to the inside part.”

“Wimp,” David teased lightly. “You tellin’ me you can’t get it up more than once a night? That’s not the story I’ve heard told all over town.” Spreading Trace’s thighs with his knees, he ran his cock directly against the heavy balls and rock-hard length.

“Jesus!” Trace swore, jerking up against David, his hands curling to dig into David’s upper arms. “You’re about to find out,” he said as he felt the tension curl tightly in his groin. “And I wanna know who’s talking about me!” he added breathlessly.

“Everyone. Everyone, my love,” David purred, sliding down Trace’s body. “If they could see you like this, they’d….” David shook his head.

“Turned on like this, I could come just watching you, but I’d rather make 
you come.” Lifting the cock from Trace’s belly, he licked at the head with a broad swipe of his tongue and swallowed the entire length in one long pull. It wasn’t David’s voice or what he wanted; it was the endearment hidden in there that snapped what little control Trace had left. His lover’s mouth closing around him just made it that much more inevitable and he choked and keened with each pulse of his orgasm, his grip on rational thought spiraling out of reach.

David swallowed every drop, continuing to suckle the length as he pushed Trace’s knees open wider and up toward his chest. Allowing the half-hard cock to drop from his mouth, he looked up from between Trace’s thighs. “Remember when I said I was going to taste you everywhere?” he asked with a devilish grin. “There is one more place I need to taste.” Leaning back over Trace’s open and vulnerable body, his tongue lapped at the tight sac and lower.

Trace’s dazed eyes widened as he watched David’s chin tip down and felt his lover’s tongue slide along with it. His head spun as he realized what David was doing, and all he could manage was a whimpering gasp as he curled his fists in the sheets. Christ. It didn’t get more intimate than this. He shivered and moaned.

Every inch David could reach, he sucked and licked, swirling his tongue around the puckered entrance and nipping at the pale cheeks. He watched as Trace got hard, his cock lengthening along up his belly. David pressed his lips tight to the small opening, sucking and moaning as the muscles under his hands trembled. His tongue flicked over the pucker, pressing just inside, leaving the hole twitching and wet. “I want to put my finger in you. Show you how good you’re about to make me feel. Trust me?” David murmured against the velvety skin.

Dragging open his eyes to look down at David through the heated haze that enveloped him, Trace squirmed a little as he drew a steadying 
breath. “I do trust you,” he said, reaching to slide his fingers along David’s cheek. “You always take care of me.”

“Pay attention because you get to do this to me next,” David said, reaching for the bottle of lube. Coating his fingers liberally and drizzling some directly on Trace, he licked at the underside of his cock, sucking it back into his mouth just as the tip of his finger slipped easily into Trace’s body. With plenty of lubrication, his finger glided smoothly in and out of the tight muscle. He flicked his tongue over the head of Trace’s cock, his finger penetrating past the first knuckle and curving to stroke Trace’s prostate.

Trace was trying his best not to think too much about what David was doing, instead focusing on the feeling. The feeling of David’s fingers sliding so smoothly along his cleft, the wet laving of David’s tongue on his aroused cock, the heat from David’s skin soaking into him. So he was surprised when the push of David’s finger didn’t exactly hurt—he couldn’t have said why he expected it to—and he was shocked when the rub of David’s snub fingertip left a trail of fire that flared so hot he keened out a cry before he could even think to stop it. “Holy hell, David! I’m supposed to pay attention with you doing that?” he asked, incredulous.

David grinned around the cock in his mouth, the vibrations of suppressed laughter dancing up and down the shaft. “No, not really.

Thinking really isn’t the goal at this point. Just feel for me, baby.” His finger continued to tease as his words grew low and throaty, his tongue randomly licking at the cock in his hand. “Having you inside me will feel ten times this good. And coming,” David moaned. “Coming…. You inside me, clamping down around your cock.” Trace’s muscles tightened around David’s finger, and he moaned again. “God, Trace.”

“Jesus,” Trace breathed, pulling his knees up. The mix of swirling sensations was confusing and arousing at the same time. He knew full well what it felt like to be inside a woman, even one who was small and tight.

He’d been in a woman’s ass too, which was a huge turn-on. But being inside David could in no way possibly be the same. He felt himself contract around David’s finger, and another bolt of pleasure shot through him. God, was this just a taste of what it would be like to have
David
in
him
? He twitched as his cock throbbed. “David,” he rasped. “I need you.”

David crawled up Trace’s body, trailing kisses along his path until he reached the brunet’s mouth. “So take me, lover.”

Curling his arms around him, Trace rolled them until he lay atop David. He stole another long, wet kiss before scooting back to kneel between David’s thighs. His eyes raked over the firm body laid out before him, and he leaned to kiss David’s belly before taking up the bottle. At the sudden rush of nerves, he reminded himself that he knew what he was doing. Intellectually. He spread some lube on his fingers and slid them under David’s balls, rubbing as he went. Trace didn’t break eye contact as he rubbed over the hole he was going to bury himself in. “So hungry for you,” he whispered.

An erotic chill spread across David’s skin. Planting his feet on the mattress, he lifted into Trace’s touch. “Want you inside me,” he rasped, drowning in his lover’s eyes. Swallowing hard, Trace pressed against the portal and slid his finger in slowly to the second knuckle, as deep as he dared.

“Oh fuck! Deeper!” David cried, his eyes fluttering. It had been so long since he’d been this intimate with anybody and knowing it was Trace was driving him crazy. He could read the reluctance in Trace’s eyes and the way he was biting his lip. “You aren’t going to hurt me. Remember the feeling of my finger in you. Let me show you,” he soothed. Reaching between his legs, he slid a long finger in next to Trace’s, guiding him deeper and helping him find exactly the spot that made him see stars.

Trace watched his finger sink inside as David guided him, and he felt David’s body twitch when the side of his finger rubbed over a bump. For a long minute and several strokes later, he felt his lover’s body clench around him. “Okay?” he asked, glancing to David for approval.

David nodded. “You ready to do this?” he asked, voice unsteady.

“Because I’m gonna come, and I really want you inside me.”

Sucking in a breath, Trace tilted his head back for a moment as he gathered himself. “Yeah,” he murmured. He grabbed up the condom, rolled it on and slicked himself with a soft moan. Then he shuffled closer between David’s thighs. His hands shook as he lined up, pressed against the pucker, and started to push until his lover’s body opened to accept him. He stopped immediately, biting his lip, his free hand clenching on David’s leg.

“God, don’t stop!” David’s hips tilted up, his hands pulling Trace deeper. Gasping, Trace obeyed, starting to rock slowly in, the motion familiar even if the body wasn’t. Once far enough inside, he slid both hands to clutch at the blond’s spread thighs. David’s body bowed, wanting Trace deeper, closer. Reaching up, he hooked his hand around Trace’s bicep and pulled. “Kiss me,” he begged, wanting to be connected to his lover in every way possible.

Trace moaned as he carefully laid himself down and leaned on his elbows, licking at David’s lips before kissing him. He felt like he was caught in a slick, hot vise, and he didn’t want to leave it. The heat was boiling in his veins, and the urge to move was undeniable. He kept shifting his hips even as he lay atop his lover. When they finally parted to draw breath, Trace whispered, “So, so good,” in an achingly tender voice. It was overwhelming, being a part of David this way. It was so much more than he’d ever hoped it could be, and he hadn’t even realized he was hoping at all. 

“You, inside me. Nothing ever felt this good,” David moaned, his hands traveling up and down Trace’s back, kneading at the flexing muscles.

Humming softly in agreement, Trace pushed himself up further on his elbows, arching his back as he made a first, long thrust on a soft gasp.

He looked down at David intently as he slid in over and over until their hips bumped. “David, I had no idea,” he murmured. Trace’s hair poured over his shoulders, swaying with each move, and he licked his bottom lip as he tried to keep his concentration on not peaking too quickly. He wanted this to last.

David swallowed, hypnotized by the man moving above him, inside him. “Me either,” he croaked, throat dry. “And I don’t even have the excuse of never having done it.”

Trace chuckled breathlessly. The even motion of pushing himself forward into David’s body with his knees was somehow even more maddening than the hard, sharp thrusts he fought against. “Feel so damn close to you,” he murmured, ducking his head to draw his tongue along the line of David’s throat.

“Can’t get any closer, and I’m not sure I ever want you any farther away.” A particularly well-placed thrust caused every muscle in David’s body to tense, his thighs trembling. His hand slipped between their bodies.

Lifting slightly to make room for David’s hand, Trace shifted his weight back and thrust in a little harder, groaning each time their bodies clashed. His chest tightened with that indescribable sense of possessiveness. Trace’s thrusts strengthened, and he gritted his teeth against the swelling orgasm. His hands gripped David’s hips, holding the other man’s legs on his forearms. “Touch yourself, David. I need to see you come knowing it’s me driving you to it,” Trace bit out, that little bit of greediness riding him so hard he couldn’t escape it.

David’s hand closed back around his erection. He was so close that it wasn’t going to take long. Watching the emotion in Trace’s eyes, hearing the passionate tone of his voice, feeling him tremble, David groaned, fisting himself rapidly, wanting to feel Trace’s climax almost more than his own.

Trace tensed all over as his orgasm slammed into him, almost unexpected—he’d thought he’d have another minute—and he gave a long, quiet cry over each shift of his hips as he came. He was shaking, lost to the feeling, a feeling he hoped he’d never have to give up. The realizations only made the shockwaves more acute as he moaned David’s name, heart aching. The uninhibited pleasure washing over Trace’s face was all David needed to push him over the edge. Stilling his hand, he let the last strokes of Trace’s cock send him over. “Trace!”

Twitching through the tapering climax, Trace managed to pry open his eyes to see the ecstasy written on David’s face.
Christ. He’s so
gorgeous.
“So gorgeous,” Trace murmured, dragging one hand down his lover’s chest as he watched him shudder through his own orgasm. Pulling Trace down on top of him, David wrapped his arms and legs around the solid body. Breathing too hard for a deep kiss, he buried his face in the crook of Trace’s neck.

After a few minutes, a short sigh accompanied Trace’s cock slipping loose of David’s body. “I need to clean up a little,” Trace said. He kissed David’s forehead and climbed off of him to sit on the edge of the bed.

After a few breaths, he headed into the bathroom to get rid of the condom.

He cleaned up and took a wet washcloth with him back to the bed. He turned the bathroom light back off and stood there, caught in watching David in the moonlight. The fierce possessiveness had waned, and now he wondered if it was just a spur of the moment thing. But the strong affection remained, that was clear.

Trace leaned over to shake David gently. “Hey, aren’t you hungry?” 
he asked as he started wiping off David’s belly.

David sighed heavily, as if put upon. “Yeah, actually, I am. Don’t want to move, though.” He turned a satisfied smile on his lover.

Trace straightened, setting his hands on his hips. He looked awfully satisfied as well. His hair still floated around his shoulders in a mess.

“Angelo’s? Manicotti? Wine? Cuddling on the couch?”

“Mmmm. Sounds better and better,” David said. “You convinced me.”

“Well, c’mon then,” Trace said, lightly smacking David’s ass as he walked out to find some comfortable clothes.

“Watch it, Jackson! You might want this ass undamaged later!”

David called after him, a huge grin on his face.

Half an hour later, they were sitting close on the couch, eating the pasta and a salad Trace had tossed. David watched him, knowing the whole falling thing was moot. He was so far gone on Trace he didn’t even want to consider looking back. Trace made a sound of pleasure, setting his empty plate on the coffee table and leaning back. “I love Angelo’s,” he purred. His eyes shut as he rubbed his belly.

David laughed. “You ate it fast enough,” he said, glancing down at a whole piece still on his plate. He’d been so busy watching Trace that he’d stopped eating halfway through his plate. “Want some more?”

“Yeah, but I’m too lazy to go get it,” Trace drawled.

“Here,” David said. He scooped up a bite and held the fork to Trace’s lips. The other man opened his eyes and blinked, then opened his mouth. David deposited the bite on his tongue with a grin. 

“Mmmmm. Now this is pampering,” Trace murmured after 
swallowing.

“You worked hard this evening; deserve a reward,” David answered, offering another bite. Trace replied by taking the bite and humming happily.