Tasting Notes by Cate Ashwood Page A

Rush bent forward, sliding his hand around West’s throat, angling his head up to kiss him. Slipping his tongue inside, he could taste himself on West’s tongue, and it made him want West even more. The fire that ignited in his gut the moment West forced his hand against his groin erupted, consuming him.
    He released West, pushing him back onto the bed. He stripped out of his clothes, then knelt on the floor, lifting West’s shirt over his head and making short work of the soft cotton pants he wore, tossing them behind him. West was bare underneath, and Rush took a moment to appreciate his body. He was tight and toned in all the right places, his cock straining against his muscled abdomen. Rush didn’t bother taking his time. He grabbed West’s erection, then, angling it up, swallowed him down.
    His reward was the cry West let out as the tip slid along the roof of Rush’s mouth and into his throat. Rush loved being in charge, but giving head was one of his favorite pastimes. Concentrating on taking West right to the edge, he hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard while teasing him with his tongue. He could feel West’s body tensing beneath him, signaling him without words. Not wanting him to come too soon, Rush pulled off and worked his way down, manipulating West’s body with lips and teeth and tongue. He slid his hands along West’s legs, pushing up behind his knees to open him up.
    He licked at West’s entrance, loving the incoherent murmuring coming from him as he worked him. He added one finger, then two, opening and stretching him until he was open and relaxed. West canted his hips, encouraging Rush to fuck him with his fingers, and Rush had to admit he was more than enjoying the show.
    It was amazing to see the buttoned-up, sophisticated businessman coming undone beneath his touch. Rush had never been so impatient to get inside someone in his life. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers and reached over to the bedside table, where he hoped he’d find everything he needed. Thankfully, West was well stocked. Rush grabbed the bottle of lube. He added a liberal amount to his fingers and finished slicking West, making sure he was good and ready, because he would be damned if this was going to be gentle.
    After rolling a condom onto his sensitive cock, he positioned himself against West’s ass and pressed forward, giving a gratified smirk when West’s head fell back against the pillows, his eyes rolling back. This was his second favorite part—watching as the initial sting transformed into radiating pleasure. Pulling back slightly, he thrust forward again, testing the waters. There were no signs of pain, so he let loose, driving into West with everything he had.
    West cried out, but his hips rose to meet Rush with each advance, matching him thrust for thrust. Sweat collected on Rush’s brow, dripping onto the pillow beside West’s head. He was getting close. He could feel the tension building, his balls pulling up as he increased his speed and force. The headboard smacked against the wall with a dull thud, but it was barely audible over the grunts and moans coming from West.
    Rush couldn’t get enough of those noises. He wrapped his fist around West’s cock, jacking him in time to his rhythm. Before long he could feel West tense beneath him as he cried out and spilled over Rush’s hand. Rush’s steady tempo faltered, and he followed West over the edge, stalling as he came hard inside him.
    He collapsed forward, his breathing labored. Their sweat-soaked skin cooled rapidly as they lay together, letting their heart rates return to normal. Rush pulled out and rolled to the side, his arm landing on the pillow above his head. He stared at the ceiling, not really sure what should come next. He fucked West. Hard. And he loved it.
    It was a lot to take in.
    “That was…,” Rush started, not really sure how to finish the sentence.
    “A hell of a way to start the day?”
    “Definitely that.”

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