Free Another Believer by Stephanie Vaughan Page B

metal window frame. Eyes closed, afraid of what he’d see when he opened them, he couldn’t not look. Jonah was too beautiful just sitting and talking. David needed to know what he looked like naked. Naked having sex.
    Jonah’s eyes were open, as it turned out. Intent, unsmiling, he gazed steadily up at David. “Perfect.”
    “Not.”
    “Shut up. It is.” Jonah undulated his hips slowly and David was in heaven. “You are.”
    Jonah did it again and David sucked a breath in hard. “Oh. Oh, wow.”
    “Told you you’d like it.” Jonah’s gaze was locked on David’s face now and David wanted to fall into those gorgeous green eyes.
    “Did not.” David answered back reflexively--honestly, because Jonah hadn’t--and then wanted to slap a hand over his own mouth. Idiot. Why are you arguing with the man?
    Jonah laughed and it did phenomenal things for his abs and pecs. God, but the man was incredibly built. Tanned chest and freckled shoulders, reddish, blondish streaked hair-- he looked like the perfect Huntington Beach surfer boy, not David. So unbelievably good-looking.
    “I didn’t? My bad.” As if for emphasis, Jonah withdrew, then flexed his hips and reentered and David’s head reeled at the sensations.
    “M-maybe you did.” Jonah could shave his head and call himself the King of Siam, as long as he kept doing that. “Again. Please, do that again.”
    “Just for you.” As he withdrew, Jonah smiled, as if he knew exactly what it was doing to David.
    “Oh, God.” Maybe it was a good thing that Jonah knew, because David couldn’t come close to quantifying. There were no measurable results about the best thing that had ever happened to him.
    On Jonah’s instroke, David tried some moves of his own; tried to mimic Jonah’s smooth, controlled upward thrust with the downward motion of his body, but his thighs gave out and he dropped awkwardly down onto Jonah. It didn’t matter, though, because--never missing a beat--Jonah adjusted. Taking a firm grip on David’s hips, Jonah held him in place just where he wanted him, and began fucking David in earnest.
    It was the most beautiful, most perfect moment of David’s life. Jonah was gorgeous, with a beautiful body and flawless features, and for some absurd, inexplicable reason he wanted David. Knowing that gave David just enough confidence to let it all happen.
    Jonah held David’s ass in his big hands and drove himself into David, over and over. A powerful thrust would send shockwaves into David’s body, thrilling him with the feeling of being possessed--as if somehow in that moment he was the only one who could provide what Jonah wanted. Then with each delicious outstroke, David would moan and sigh at the sensation of Jonah moving through him.
    Knowing he was giving himself away as a selfish asshole, David’s hand crept down to his own dick.
    To jack himself while Jonah was getting off on fucking him? Incredible. He couldn’t resist.
    It was too good.
    Too much stimulation.
    The hotness of Jonah--beneath him, inside him. How good it felt, even if it was his own fist he was fucking--it was all too much. Three or four good strokes was all David got and then he was coming, spurting all over Jonah’s tanned stomach.
    Which only seemed to get Jonah hotter.
    Or maybe it was coincidence. Maybe Jonah was about to come anyway, but the pace of his thrusts suddenly got faster, more urgent. He was slamming into David at light speed six, eight, ten more times and then he stilled for an instant as he came, too. Jonah’s thrusting stuttered and slowed, until it eventually stopped entirely.
    Now that his mind was gradually coming back to him, David had time to think. Had he done all right? Not embarrassed himself? What had he said? David couldn’t remember. Had he been too needy? Begged too much?
    God, why didn’t Jonah say something? Cracking under the pressure, David blurted out the first thing that came into his head. “I came all over you.”
    Jonah’s eyes