On a Roll by Beth Bolden (free ebook novel .txt) 📗

he was stripping the rest of Sean’s clothes off with a single-mindedness that left him dizzy.

“This what you wanted?” Gabriel said, all casual intensity as he leaned down, his mouth a breath away from Sean’s.

“Yes, yes,” Sean said breathlessly.

“Just wanted to get me worked up, didn’t you?” Gabriel asked, raising an eyebrow.

Had he? Sean hadn’t really thought about it, but he’d liked it when Gabe had taken control the other night, taken away the decisions from him, the thinking, and he’d also liked the idea of finally getting what he wanted.

This was the best of both worlds, wasn’t it?

“Yes,” Sean repeated, and Gabriel grinned wildly.

“Well, baby, you’re gonna get it now.”

“Is that a promise?” Sean asked. “Because from here, it looks like you’re all talk so far.”

Gabriel’s smile went wicked at the edges and Sean couldn’t help the moan that escaped him as his fingers wrapped around his cock, tugging insistently.

“Guess I’m not,” Gabriel said. He nodded towards the bedside table and its drawer. “You got everything I’m going to need in there?”

Lube. A condom. Sean licked his suddenly dry lips. There was no reason to be nervous. Even if he hadn’t done this in awhile. He’d made sure he was stocked, with brand-new products.

“Yeah,” Sean said, watching as Gabriel leaned over, pulling open the drawer, and finding what he’d stashed there. A new tube of lubricant, and a fresh box of condoms. Anything he’d owned before had been thrown out when he’d moved to LA.

Back then he hadn’t been sure he’d ever be ready to take this step again.

But the morning after Gabe had been here last, Sean had stopped by the drugstore and made sure he was prepared.

It was one thing to ask for this, though, and it was another to guarantee it happening. But over the last three days, nerves had melted into a heady anticipation, and now, though he felt adrenaline sparking in him, it wasn’t because he was scared.

He knew what he wanted now, and Gabriel was going to give it to him.

“Look at you, all prepared,” Gabriel cooed, and the dark edge to his voice made Sean shiver. “I like this side of you.”

“Which side?” Sean gasped as Gabriel stroked his cock again, then slipped his fingers lower, pushing his thighs open.

“The side that’s all prepared to be bad,” Gabriel said, his tone and the look in his eyes hypnotizing. “That knows what it wants and is gonna get it.”

“I want you,” Sean said, even though they both knew that.

Gabriel hesitated, and leaned down, his kiss gentle and sweet at first and then turning surprisingly dirty and hot, tongue stroking over Sean’s. He wasn’t proud of it, but between Gabe’s hand on his dick and his tongue in his mouth, it was hard to even focus, and when it ended, Gabriel pulling away, he almost cried out with frustration. He was so goddamn horny, didn’t Gabe see that?

Couldn’t he feel him pulsing in his hand, twitching with every touch? Couldn’t he feel how hard he was? How wet, precome bubbling out of his slit?

“Come on,” Gabe ground out, “I wanna get a finger in you.”

Sean swallowed hard, suddenly afraid that after all his insistence that the fucking happen tonight, that he’d lose it the moment Gabriel started.

How had he gotten to the edge so quickly?

Five years without this, was the easy answer.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shut out all the things that were driving him there—Gabriel’s big body caging his, how good he smelled still, even after a whole day working in the heat, how insanely bitable the ridge of muscle on his shoulder was, the intensity in his gaze, like he could eat Sean alive, and still not have fed all his hunger. But even with his eyes closed, he could hear the bottle open and then close and then he could feel.

Sean and Milo had figured this out together—they’d both been sheltered, new to any kind of gay scene, and there’d been plenty of mistakes. But Gabriel knew exactly what he was doing, brushing the pad of his finger over his hole, smoothing the lube around.

He gasped when that thumb slid in, and cried out when he went so slow, so goddamned slow. He wanted more. Might even be craving the inevitable stretch of it.

“Oh, yeah, you fucking love this,” Gabe ground out, like the fact that he did was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. And he did, he was pushing against that thumb, wanting it deeper, wanting more, wanting to be filled up and by Gabriel.

“Another, please,” Sean gasped out, still worried he wasn’t going to be able to make it last. The moment he felt Gabe’s cock sinking in, he was probably going to lose it. He was so close now, like the handjob that Gabriel had given him the other day hadn’t even happened. It was like he was fresh and new again, a teenager just experimenting with this stuff for the first time.

“Oh, yeah, you fucking love it.” Gabe’s voice was gruff, guttural. And Sean realized, with a shiver up his spine, that this was his sex voice. All this time they’d known each other and he’d never wondered what Gabriel’s sex voice would sound like.

The truth was, it sounded really fucking good. Sean wanted to get lost in it. Wanted Gabe to talk him through fucking him, tell him how incredible he felt, how tight and hot, how insane he drove him, as Gabriel drove him insane right back.

The pain hit when Gabriel’s second finger was halfway in, the burning stretch of it, but Sean forced himself to relax. He’d done this for the first time before, he knew how to deal with it. It was just like riding a bicycle.

“That’s it, baby, take it,” Gabriel cooed, working him through it, until the discomfort melted into pure pleasure, making him feel perfect and whole and alive.

“Come on, come on,” Sean chanted through clenched teeth. He was so turned on, walking along that razor-thin edge