Free Mind (Naughty Wishes #3) by Joey W. Hill Page B

comfortable as he could. At least this first time. He savored the stillness that descended upon his mount as Chris figured out what he was doing. Geoff could almost feel his mind assigning action to those slight shifts of his body, Geoff’s hand working over himself, up then down, up then down.
    “Going to jack off there, or do something with that?”
    Satisfaction surged through him at the impatient challenge. “Keep shooting off your mouth, that’s just what I’ll do. Jerk off on your back and get my spunk in your pretty hair.”
    This time he anticipated. When Chris tried to buck him off, he shifted back, gripped his hips and yanked him up onto his elbows. The motion put his cock firmly against Chris’s ass. His head was down, the pale silhouette of his back like the graceful wing movements of a stingray, expanding and lowering with his breath. Geoff ran a soothing hand over him.
    “You’re just big all over. Nice big ass, like a left tackle. Tight as a drum.”
    “Lucky I’m not a girl, else you’d be getting nothing for calling my ass big.”
    “I’ll get what I want, because you want me to have that big, tight ass.” Geoff gave him a far more possessive stroke and let him feel the firm command in it, reinforcing what was in his voice. “Stay on your elbows. There isn’t anything to this. You just push out and let me ease in.”
    “Figured you’d ram yourself in like a jackhammer, like you said.”
    “That how you imagined it, without pictures?”
    Chris nodded, a quick jerk Geoff felt through his body since he couldn’t see it. “It’s a nice fantasy, but it would hurtlike a son of a bitch, especially to a virgin ass. There’ll be time for that as you get more used to it. Easy now, man. Just let me in.” Working the head of his cock against the tight opening, he felt the lube opening things up. He had his thumb in there too, rubbing, teasing, and he added some vocal stimulation to it.
    “I want it all, Chris. You asked me what I thought about, and that’s what I imagined. Everything you and Sam are, everything you want to be, I want it all to be part of me, belonging to me. But right now, I want only one thing. To have your ass. I want to be balls deep inside of you. I want to feel you give it all up to me.”
    Chris groaned as Geoff passed through the first ring of muscles, a glorious constriction that made him want to groan. He dug his fingers into Chris’s hips. “Fuck, you’re tight. I love it.” He bent, pressing his mouth against Chris’s spine and teasing the ridges with his tongue. Chris lifted up into him in reaction, which impaled him even deeper. The feeling was indescribable. He wanted his balls resting against Chris’s, wanted to feel that friction and impact when he thrust into him with a smooth rhythm, made possible by Chris’s surrender and the slickness of their joining.
    Yeah, they might have unresolved issues, but the beauty of fucking a man was that conversation at a certain point was no longer a priority, even if the fate of the universe depended on it. The only thing Geoff could imagine stopping them right now was Samantha herself. She was the one who’d made this happen. The thought inspired him to say one more thing before they reached that point of no return.
    “So that you never question it,” he rasped, “understand that she’s ours, Chris. This proves it, you get me? It’s not a competition between us. Not over her.”
    Chris shook his head, an agreement, and Geoff slid home. Blessed fucking heaven. He pushed against Chris, a deeper angle.
    “Say it, Chris. Tell me you’ve always wanted me to fuck you. In the dark, in the light, even when we were fucking other girls.”
    Chris’s big body convulsed, rocked, and Geoff reached below him, grasping the base of his cock in a hard clamp. “You don’t come until you say it. Say it.”
    “I can’t . . . can’t do that. Yet.”
    It twisted like a knife in Geoff’s chest, but he got it. He understood.