Oh, Jesus. Devlin sucked in a gulp of cleansing air. It’s really going to happen. “Okay.” Devlin’s heart continued to race faster than it ever had, almost burning his chest. He kept his head down and his back turned as he undressed, needing the extra few minutes to gather his nerves. After toeing off his shoes and socks, he finished undoing his belt and slipped off his jeans and boxer briefs.
He breathed, searching for calm again. Shit, though, he’d never been completely naked with a man. Showers in gym class did not qualify as being nude with another guy. At least, not in this sense. It didn’t count unless the other guy admired and craved the same things he did.
Suddenly, a furnace of male heat covered Devlin’s bare backside. “Fucking incredible,” Gradyn murmured at Devlin’s ear. His lips grazed Devlin’s nape, and a big, calloused hand swept over the hills of Devlin’s buttocks. “I knew you’d have a great ass.” As Gradyn said that, he slipped a finger into Devlin’s crack.
Devlin jumped about a mile into the air and made a very unmanly squeaking noise. He spun and gasped at the vision before him. The crappy lighting in the room did nothing to diminish the specimen of man just a few feet away. Gradyn’s shoulders looked a mile wide, and the definition of muscles roping his arms, chest, stomach, and legs proved that he spent more than a little time working out. The indigo tattoo pattern that started on his scalp and worked its way down the side of his face and neck continued over one shoulder, arm, side and leg, all the way to mid-calf. That all seemed irrelevant at this point, though.
It was Gradyn’s cock--oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph--it was his cock that got the pinpricks jumping on Devlin’s flesh. Fully erect, the thing was thicker than Devlin ever could have imagined, and not without a decent amount of length too. Devlin probably had an extra inch, but he couldn’t even get close to the girth of this man. He swallowed. Hard.
Gradyn canted his head and lifted one brow. “You okay, man?”
Devlin jerked his focus up to Gradyn’s face. “You surprised me when you came up on me.” I can do this. He cleared his throat and took a step forward. “That’s all.”
A flash of wicked smile lit up the sea of green in Gradyn’s eyes. “Good.” He snagged Devlin around the waist and yanked him up to his front. Devlin grabbed Gradyn’s shoulders just as the man dipped down and whispered, “Because I sure as hell didn’t want to walk away.” Then he took Devlin with another scorching kiss and tripped him right back onto the bed.
Gradyn came down on top of Devlin, and the solid weight of his body rocked a shockwave clear through Devlin’s system. Devlin automatically circled his arms around Gradyn’s waist, and with the burn of that bare skin, he quickly started moving his hands over more smooth, solid flesh. He frantically traced his fingers over Gradyn’s back, buttocks and legs, unable to stop touching and learning.
“Fuck, I want you,” Gradyn said. He groaned for more as he pushed his way into Devlin’s mouth with another kiss, brushing a tantalizing hint of tongues. With every lick or jab Gradyn delivered, he rocked his hips into Devlin with increasing intent and made it impossible for Devlin to forget or ignore the man’s thick cock. Not that Devlin wanted to but, God, its size and rigidity repeatedly stabbed into the crease of Devlin’s inner thigh, and Devlin couldn’t stop his passage from clenching each time he imagined that erection trying to force its way into his ass.
Gradyn kept his mouth fused to Devlin’s as he reached down and dug his fingers into Devlin’s hips, gripping him with brutal power as he forced Devlin’s legs further apart. He rubbed his hand down Devlin’s prick and gave a shivery-nice caress to his balls before delving deeper and fingering Devlin’s asshole. A blunt tip teased Devlin’s virgin pucker, and Devlin sucked in an unsteady breath.
“Shit.” Gradyn made a humming noise as he gave Devlin’s entrance a little more pressure. “I can’t wait another second to feel this ass.” He reared up to his knees and grabbed a condom off the comforter.
With Gradyn poised to rip open the condom packet, Devlin took another glance at this man’s penis--as well as at his clear, unbridled enthusiasm for this coupling--and Devlin suddenly blurted out, “I’ve never done this before. I’ve never had a man fuck me.”
Gradyn snapped his attention up to Devlin and froze. For a split second, he hung in suspended animation, his dick rearing and nearly ready to go, looking like a predator that could do some serious damage. Then he muttered “Shit” under his breath and shot out of bed. He proceeded to pace the length of the motel room without words. Devlin watched, uncertain but still hard, at the fierceness of this person--this stranger--moving back and forth in a precise, deliberate pattern. An oppressive silence coated the air, but it was not nearly enough to smother the electricity still sparking off every surface of the room.
The man finally came to a stop. Using his hands, Gradyn braced himself against the dresser, his stance wide and his focus still aimed down at the ugly carpet. The sculpted lines of his beautiful back flexed and strained, making the edges of the tattoo wrapped around his shoulder and side ripple with every move. Devlin imagined that Gradyn wanted to yell down the walls, and that he worked to get his frustration--and possible anger--in line.
Devlin could see the front of Gradyn’s body reflected in the mirror and took note
