Where Nerves End

with my tongue. We gripped hair and clothes,
pressing our hips together as we groaned into each others kisses. Michaels hand left my arm, and my heart beat faster when I
heard his palm brushing the door behind him as he searched for the
doorknob.
I broke the kiss and touched my forehead to his. “Are you sure
about this?” I asked, panting against his lips. “About—” “Yes,” he whispered. “God, Jason, please…”
He opened the door, and we both nearly toppled to the floor. I
wouldnt have cared if we had; he could fuck me wherever he
wanted as long as he fucked me.
But we stayed on our feet, the hardwood floors creaking and
groaning beneath our stumbling, shuffling footsteps as we inched
toward Michaels bed. My shirt landed beside us. His landed on
top of it. Shoes thumped, then hissed across the floor as we kicked
them out of the way. Belts jingled. Zippers zipped.
I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of his jeans, and would
have pushed them over his hips, but Michael hauled me down on
to the bed on top of him. Christ, he was hard, and so was I, and I
was halfway out of my damned mind. I pressed my hips against
his, groaning as his erection met mine through our clothes and his
hot skin pressed against my chest and abs. We ground together,
breathed together, dragging fingers through hair and breath out of
lungs, and I just couldnt get close enough to him.
I dipped my head to kiss his neck, and Michael moaned softly. “I suppose now would be”—he sucked in a breath as I nipped
his collarbone—“a good time to ask if youre a top or bottom.” “Either.” I kissed the spot where his neck met his shoulder,
flicked my tongue across that spot Id been dying to taste, and
started kissing my way toward his jaw. “You?”
“Im—oh, God…” He dug his fingers into my arms. “Ive only
been on top. So far.”
Whoever’s up there listening right now? Thank you. Holy hell.
Thank you so fucking much.
    I raised my head and kissed him. “Does that mean I wont have to twist your arm to fuck me?”
“You might have to twist my arm to make me stop,” he growled. “I want you so bad, Jason.”
I bit back a whimper. “Do you?”
“God, yes.” He kissed me again. Our mouths separated just enough for him to add, “I want to fuck you,” and I shuddered.
“Please do,” I murmured against his lips before sinking into another deep, desperate kiss.
His hand slid up my arm, and when I raised my head again, uncertainty creasedhis forehead. “Your shoulder,” he murmured as his palm drifted over it, “I dont want…”
“Dont worry about it,” I said. “Right now, I couldnt care less.” Id regret it in the morning, but to hell with it. I wanted him too much to give a damn about anything else. “Fuck, lets get out of these clothes before I go insane.”
“Love that idea.”
Another kiss was tempting, but then wed never pull apart long enough to get undressed, so I pushed myself up off him. We threw off the rest of our clothes, letting them fall haphazardly on the floor with everything wed already stripped off.
As his jeans landed near mine, we stopped and stared at each other. Only an arms length or so divided us as we stood beside his bed, but we still paused for a moment, just looking each other up and down. Id seen his bare torso a hundred times, Id seen and tasted his cock, but the whole picture? Oh God. Nothing made a top more appealing than toned, powerful legs; men like that could fuck like nobodys business, and with a cock like that? Bring it the fuck on .
Our eyes met. The lift of his eyebrows may have hinted at the nerves and inexperience that slowed him down earlier, but his dark eyes and ghost of a grin said nothing but “why arent we back in bed yet?”
Didnt matter why, because we fixed that situation in a hurry. He was on top this time, pinning me down and kissing me hard, just the way I loved it. Fuck . Nervous and inexperienced or not, this man was aggressive.
His lips left mine and descended on my neck, tracing a slow, warm path down to the hollow of my throat. I shivered as his chin gently abraded my skin, and I curled my fingers around his shoulders as he worked his way back up the other side of my neck.
And back down again.
And farther down.
Farther, until my hands slipped off his shoulders and dropped to the bed beside me.
His eyes flicked up and met mine in the same instant he kissed above my hipbone, and my fingers curled around the sheets.
“I told you,” he murmured, pausing