I Can See for Miles Page 10

  “Who’s there?” Josh said, a frown on his beautiful face. “Charlie?”

  “How?” Charlie muttered, hanging his head, not sure what to do next.

  “Super-spidey hearing,” Josh replied, tilting his head in that adorable puppy-dog fashion of his, “combined with super-spidey smell. I recognize your cologne. Although the wine is new.”

  “Sorry.” Charlie paused, fumbling for the right thing to say. “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I don’t even know what I’m doing here. I didn’t mean to come here.”

  Josh snorted inelegantly. “Well, maybe not as romantic as ‘I missed you today’ or ‘I just had to see you’, but as long as you’re here, you might as well come in.” Josh moved back into the cabin, allowing Charlie the room to enter, and Charlie closed the door behind him.

  “Do you want some coffee?” Josh flinched when Charlie pressed their bodies together. Charlie soothed him with apologetic noises, not having meant to startle him. “Charlie?” Josh’s voice was unsure and came out on a rasp, his heart pounding against Charlie’s palm. “Is everything okay?” Charlie didn’t really know what he was doing. All he knew was that as soon as he’d seen Josh in that doorway, he needed to be close to him, to feel him. He needed to drive every thought out of his head that wasn’t Josh.

  “I missed you today…,” Charlie said softly.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah… and I just had to see you.” Charlie slid his hands up Josh’s bare forearms, then up over muscled shoulders and finally into thick, dark curls. “Do you have any idea how crazy you make me? How every ounce of common sense I possess flies out the window when you walk into a room? How just the scent of you makes me want to wrap myself around you and never let go?” He gasped when Josh lifted a hand toward his face and stroked long fingers down his cheek and across his jaw until they reached his lips. Charlie’s eyes drifted shut as he opened his mouth and took Josh’s thumb in between his lips, holding it steady with his teeth and swirling his tongue around the tip, wetting the skin.

  “Fuck,” Josh whimpered. The sound of his pleasure sent bolts of heat directly to Charlie’s cock.

  Charlie tightened his fingers in Josh’s hair and pulled the other man’s head toward him. He pushed Josh’s thumb out of his mouth with his tongue and licked his lips in anticipation as the gap between them got smaller until they were only a breath away. “Shit, what about Mario and Greg?” Charlie had forgotten about the two other men. For all he knew, they could be sitting on the couch watching the whole thing play out in front of them. He hadn’t bothered to look anywhere but at Josh since he entered the cabin.

  “They’re out, dinner and a movie,” Josh panted, his breath falling from his lips in short bursts. Curling his fingers around Charlie’s hips, Josh tugged him closer.

  “Thank God,” Charlie mumbled and pressed his lips to Josh’s. He plunged his tongue deep into Josh’s mouth as the other man’s lips parted readily beneath his. Josh swallowed the moan that made its way up his throat, and Charlie tightened his grip on Josh’s hair, tilting his head so he could map out the inside of Josh’s mouth. He felt as if someone had lit the fuse, and now they were caught up in the burst of heat, and any minute now they were going to explode in a shower of sparks. “Josh,” he murmured against Josh’s lips. “I want you.”

  “Yes,” Josh hissed, sliding his leg between Charlie’s to rub his arousal against Charlie’s hip. “Bedroom, now.” He turned Charlie and walked them backward, keeping one hand on Charlie’s lower back and the other stretched out to feel along the wall until they reached his bedroom door. Barely releasing Charlie’s lips to take a breath, Josh’s fingers found the door handle with practiced ease and pushed the door open with the flat of his palm, urging Charlie inside.

  Charlie pushed Josh back against the door as it swung shut behind them and latched his lips to the soft skin of Josh’s throat. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed against the honey-colored flesh, “so good and kind, and I just want to keep you safe… hold you close….” He knew he wasn’t making much sense, but he couldn’t stop the words from falling from his lips. Sliding his fingers down, he palmed the bulge in Josh’s jeans, rubbing his hand up and down the hard shaft. “I wanna touch you, taste every inch of you on my tongue, hear you moan, make you lose control.” He brought their lips together again, tongues sliding against each other, fighting to dominate the kiss. Charlie groaned into Josh’s mouth when he felt Josh’s big hands cup his ass and turn him so it was his back against the door.

  Josh panted into Charlie’s mouth and slipped his fingers beneath the hem of Charlie’s T-shirt, urging him to lift his arms and pulling it up and off over Charlie’s head. After tossing it aside, Josh lifted his own arms, and Charlie practically ripped the shirt from him, sending it to join his own. Charlie knew Josh must be on sensory overload. He knew Josh hadn’t been with anyone in a long time, not since Alec on the night of his accident. Not being able to see where the next touch was coming from and being completely at Charlie’s mercy must be torturous. Charlie’s heart swelled at the gift Josh was giving him—trusting him to keep him safe.

  Reaching up and grabbing onto Josh’s biceps, Charlie walked them back until Josh’s legs hit the bed. Easing the big man down onto the mattress, Charlie quickly removed his glasses and tossed them onto the nightstand before straddling Josh and kissing his way down the planes of Josh’s muscled chest. Smoothing his fingertips over Josh’s pecs, he traced the outline of one pebbled nipple and then replaced his finger with his lips and sucked the tiny nub into his mouth, the point of his tongue flicking out sensually. He smiled against Josh’s flesh at the moan he felt rumble its way deep inside Josh’s chest before it left his lips.

  “Charlie,” Josh whimpered, his back arching under the ministrations of Charlie’s tongue, his fingers curling into Charlie’s shoulders. “I… I….” He hauled Charlie back up to him and let his fingertips play across Charlie’s face.

  Looking down into Josh’s hazel eyes in the muted glow of the lamp on the nightstand, Charlie felt his heart contract at the sudden uncertainty he could see there. “Are you okay?” Josh’s breath fell in soft, warm puffs of air onto Charlie’s lips. Lifting his hand, he stroked it through Josh’s unruly curls and captured Josh’s mouth in a soft kiss. “Talk to me, Josh… you can tell me anything. If you don’t want to do this… if it’s too much… too fast… it’s okay…,” he murmured gently, trying to reassure Josh with his touch that he wouldn’t be mad.

  “No…,” Josh gasped, turning his head and rubbing his cheek against Charlie’s palm. “I want you… you have no idea how much I want this… but… I haven’t… since the accident,” he stammered, closing his eyes.

  “Look at me, Josh,” Charlie said softly, his lips curving into a tender smile. When Josh lifted his hands to touch Charlie’s face, he shook his head slightly. “No… open your eyes and look at me, baby,” he instructed.

  Josh frowned slightly but opened his eyes anyway. “I can’t see you this way, Charlie,” he murmured, his lips parting as Charlie nestled between his thighs.

  “No… but I can see you,” Charlie replied, his gaze taking in every change of color in Josh’s expressive eyes, the way they darkened when he slid his hands down Josh’s body, the way his pupils dilated at the brush of Charlie’s lips against hard, tanned skin. “You have beautiful eyes, Josh…. I like looking into them… they tell me how you’re feeling.” He bent his head and kissed the man writhing against him. “It’s been a while for me too… if you want to stop… it’s okay… honestly.”

  “Charlie?” Josh rasped his voice thick with desire.

  “Yeah?”

  “Don’t stop,” Josh moaned, his hips involuntarily rolling up into Charlie’s.

  Charlie bit hard on the inside of his cheek, the sound of Josh pleading beneath him almost his undoing, nearly driving him over the edge and making him come in his pants like a thirteen-year-old. “Easy, baby,” he crooned against Josh’s lips. “I’ve got you… go
nna make it so good, Josh… let me take care of you.”

  Standing up, Charlie dealt quickly with the rest of his clothes, then bent down to undo the button on Josh’s jeans and slid the zipper down, the sound of it loud in the quiet of the room. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of Josh’s boxers, he slid them and his jeans down and off Josh’s legs, leaving him gloriously naked and spread out like a vision on the mattress.

  “God, Josh,” he breathed, his gaze taking in Josh’s long hard cock lying proudly against his belly, and licked his lips. He slid his hands slowly up Josh’s muscled thighs and urged them apart as he kneeled on the bed between Josh’s knees. Pressing a wet, openmouthed kiss to the inside of Josh’s thigh, he murmured against the soft flesh. “I’m going to suck you, is that okay?”

  “Oh fuck yes,” Josh groaned, his cock twitching against Charlie’s cheek.

  Unable to stop himself, Charlie buried his nose in the neatly trimmed curls at the base of Josh’s cock, inhaling his scent. Dipping lower, he took one of Josh’s balls into his mouth and rolled it around on his tongue, sucking softly before letting it go and lavishing the same adoration on the other. His name stilled in Josh’s throat and finished on a moan when Charlie licked a hot stripe up the length of his shaft, fingers curling around the base as he swirled his tongue around the crown in a slow circle.

  “Charlie!” Josh called out, his hands gripping into his own hair when Charlie sealed his lips around the head of Josh’s cock and slid down, tongue laving at the thick vein running along the underside of Josh’s length. “Charlie… I can’t,” Josh panted. His thighs trembled against Charlie’s flesh.

  Glancing up Josh’s body and taking in the jerky movements of his hands, as if he didn’t know what to do with them, Charlie slowly released Josh’s cock with an obscene wet sound and continued to stroke him, firmly twisting his wrist on the upstroke. “I’m right here, Josh,” Charlie soothed, pressing kisses to the insides of Josh’s thighs.

  “Your mouth, Charlie… fuck… your mouth,” Josh babbled, his hips arching into Charlie’s fist. “Feels like… oh God….”

  “Feels like what, baby?” Charlie lapped gently at the precum steadily leaking from Josh’s cock, spreading it around the head. He gazed up at the man writhing beneath him when Josh reached down and cupped the back of his head, fingers scrabbling for purchase in Charlie’s short hair, as though he needed Charlie to ground him.

  “It feels like—” Josh said, swallowing audibly, his voice shaking with emotion. “I’m free falling… I can’t hold on….”

  “Let go, baby,” Charlie crooned. Josh was trembling so much beneath his hands he seemed to be on the verge of shattering into a thousand pieces. “I’ll be here to catch you.” Charlie bent his head again and took Josh’s throbbing cock into his mouth and swallowed around him. Taking as much of Josh into his throat as he could manage, his fingers made up the difference, and he pulled and twisted the silken flesh while he bobbed up and down in a punishing rhythm.

  Josh’s panting was harsh in the stillness of the room, the only other sound the wet suction of Charlie’s lips and tongue as he worked Josh’s cock. Josh’s fingers tightened in Charlie’s hair, and he knew Josh was close. When Josh’s moans grew louder and his words tumbled over one another, Charlie sucked on the head of Josh’s cock and was filled with an incredible sense of pride to know he was responsible for the sounds coming from Josh—that he had given him such pleasure.

  “Charlie… right there, oh God, right there… I’m gonna come… oh fuck, I’m gonna—” Josh cried out into the room from deep within his chest as his orgasm hit him, repeating Charlie’s name over and over.

  Charlie stroked Josh through the aftershocks while he swallowed every drop of Josh’s essence as it pulsed onto his tongue and down his throat. Sliding his hands up Josh’s body, he leaned over and slanted his mouth over Josh’s, swallowing the very breath that fell from his lips and letting Josh taste himself on his tongue. “Are you okay?” he said softly, kiss-biting along Josh’s jaw and stroking his side softly as Josh came down. Charlie gently rutted against Josh’s thigh seeking some friction, any friction. He was so hard it bordered on painful. But he wasn’t sure how far they were going to take this tonight, how much Josh would be ready for, so he kept up the slow stroking motion while he waited for Josh’s breathing to even out.

  “Uh-huh,” Josh replied, cupping Charlie’s face to bring their lips back together, then using his upper-body strength to flip Charlie so he was sprawled beneath him. “That was fucking amazing,” he rasped, his voice raw and fucked-out. “You should have a government health warning on the inside of your mouth… man, the things you can do with that thing.” Josh grinned and bent his head, mapping out Charlie’s collarbone with his long fingers before sucking a bruise into the soft flesh. “Is there anything else I should prepare myself for?” Josh teased, his fingers dancing up and down Charlie’s sides.

  Charlie chuckled softly, arching his back and rubbing his rock-hard cock against the crack of Josh’s ass. “I may have a few tricks up my sleeve yet,” he responded, his fingers curling into the firm muscles of Josh’s thighs. “Fuck, Josh,” he whimpered when Josh’s fingers found his nipple and used them as a guide to bring his lips down to replace them. Charlie’s fingers curled into Josh’s soft hair, grabbing on tight while Josh lapped at his nipple, his moan vibrating against Josh’s mouth. “Josh… I need you,” he breathed. “But if you’re not ready—” His words were cut off by a kiss.

  “There’s lube in the nightstand… but I don’t have any condoms.” Josh rolled his ass back against Charlie’s cock and smiled at the harsh intake of breath Charlie emitted.

  “Shit,” Charlie hissed, frowning at his own stupidity. “Wait—there’s one in my wallet!” He all but threw Josh off his body and scrabbled around the end of the bed for his jeans, pulled his wallet out the back pocket, and fumbled around for the condom inside the little hidden pouch. “Oh thank God!” Turning back to the bed, he paused in midstep at the sight of Josh lying back against the pillows, his knees bent and his thighs open, lazily stroking his cock in a closed fist. A bottle of lube was lying on the pillow beside him, and Charlie smiled. He hadn’t even heard Josh open the drawer to retrieve it.

  “Did you find it?” Josh asked, his voice deep and rich, the head of his already hardening cock poking up through his fist on every stroke.

  “Uh-huh” was about all Charlie could come up with, the rest of his blood deciding to desert his brain and head south for the winter at the sight of Josh waiting for him. He crawled up the bed, gasping when his painfully hard erection brushed against the bedspread, and settled against Josh’s side to kiss him hungrily.

  “Don’t tell me, you were a Boy Scout?” Josh teased, his lips parting in anticipation as Charlie opened the lube bottle with a loud click.

  “Is this okay?” Charlie kissed his way down Josh’s torso, slid his slicked up fingers down the sensitive skin of Josh’s perineum, and farther to slowly circle the puckered flesh he found there.

  “Mmm,” Josh moaned, his eyes closing. “More…,” he urged, pressing his hips down onto Charlie’s fingers. Charlie gasped when the movement caused a finger to slip inside in one swift, deep move, and Josh cried out.

  “Easy, Josh… nice and slow,” Charlie soothed, sliding his finger in and out of the tight ring of muscle until he felt it give. All the while, he listened to Josh’s direction and kept up a rain of kisses onto smooth tanned flesh. The first time he massaged Josh’s prostate with the flat of two fingers, Charlie thought he had never heard anything as hot as the noise that came from between those beautiful lips. Inserting a third finger and stretching Josh gently, he listened to the soft keening sounds and ripped open the condom with his teeth. Pulling his fingers free from Josh as slowly as he could and pressing a kiss to Josh’s abdomen at his hiss of objection, he leaned up to kiss Josh’s parted lips. “What do you want, Josh? Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you….” Josh arched his
back, clearly overcome with need and want.

  “I’m right here… tell me what you want.”

  “Fuck me… I want you to fuck me,” Josh groaned into Charlie’s mouth.

  “How?” Charlie whispered, then licked the shell of Josh’s ear and bit on the lobe.

  “I want to ride you… can I ride you?” Josh hissed.

  “Jesus.” Charlie lay down in the middle of the bed and helped Josh position himself across Charlie’s hips. Grabbing Josh’s hand, Charlie dribbled some lube into his palm and then guided it behind Josh’s back to his cock. He panted harshly when Josh stroked him, spreading the lube liberally over his condom-covered shaft, and he bit the inside of his cheek, desperately trying to hold back the orgasm that was threatening to surge through him before he even got inside Josh. “Are you ready?”

  “Are you?” Josh responded, nodding his head and raising himself slightly on his knees.

  “Hell, yeah, but take it slow. I don’t wanna hurt you.” Charlie reached through Josh’s legs and held onto his own cock, his fingers entwining with Josh’s.

  Josh breathed in slowly through his nose and out through his mouth as he lowered himself onto the head of Charlie’s cock. Charlie whimpered softly, using all his concentration to allow Josh to lead the way and resist the urge to thrust up into the dark, wet heat he knew waited for him. At Josh’s nod, Charlie brought his other hand up to grip Josh’s hip and guide him onto his length. “Fuck,” Charlie moaned when he felt the thick head of his cock stretch Josh wide and slide past the ring of muscle. The intensity was almost too much, and it took every ounce of self-control he had left not to lose himself.

  “Oh God, Charlie,” Josh groaned, wincing at the burn of entry, and Charlie immediately stilled beneath him.

  “Too much?” Charlie rasped, taking several deep breaths.