Sparks by Talia Carmichael Page A

knee on the bed and leaned over, licking along the top of his lip.
    Bernie raised his head and closed their lips together. He pulled away and whispered against Tomas’s lips, “In me. Now.”
    “So demanding,” Tomas said.
    “Move it.” Bernie slapped the side of Tomas’s hip.
    Tomas jerked, startled. Bernie chuckled softly, then rolled away. Tomas stopped him with a hand on his hip. Bernie looked over his shoulder in question.
    “On your back. I want to see your face,” Tomas stated.
    Tomas pulled him back, positioning him. Blanketing Bernie with his body, Tomas shivered as their naked bodies touched. The silky feel of Bernie’s skin tantalized his heated flesh. Grunting, Tomas rocked his cock between Bernie’s legs. Bernie widened his legs, his hips cradling Tomas’s. Bernie countered his movements. They thrust against each other, rocking. Wetness coated them between their bodies. Tomas shifted and grabbed the condom and lube. He sheathed himself and put lube on. Tomas wet his fingers with the cool slickness, then reached under Bernie. Bernie canted his ass, giving him better access. Tomas pushed one finger between his cheeks. Bernie’s moan filled the air. His passage closed around Tomas’s digit, warm and tight. Tomas groaned, imagining how it would feel around his cock. He added more lube and another finger. Bernie opened up for him. The sounds of need flooded from his lips.
    “Fill me… give it… to me… yes… right there…. come on, Tomas,” Bernie demanded.
    At the sound of his name, Tomas shifted, lining up his cock against Bernie’s pucker. He surged forward, filling him in one thrust. Tomas closed his lips over Bernie’s, swallowing his gasp. Bernie gripped his shaft, moving in a downward motion of his hips. Tomas grunted as he stroked in and out. Bernie sucked his tongue, his fingers digging into Tomas’s shoulder. Tomas moaned at the bite of his nails. Bernie shuddered, and wetness soaked them both as his cock pulsed with his release. Tomas stroked harder, watching his face. It was etched with harsh pleasure. Bernie’s eyes closed tightly, a grimace on his face. Bernie gasped, then seemed to relax. He opened bleary eyes and met Tomas’s gaze. Bernie smiled, a wanton grin, then put his hand in the middle of his chest.
    “Now that the edge is off, it’s my turn to fuck you.” Bernie’s voice was husky.
    “How the hell can you talk so clearly?” Tomas punctuated each word with a thrust.
    “The same way you can,” Bernie grunted.
    “I haven’t come yet,” Tomas said.
    “Before you do, you will be babbling incoherently,” Bernie promised.
    He pushed at Tomas’s chest. Tomas rolled them without separating them. Bernie settled his legs around Tomas’s hips and rocked. Tomas gulped at the fierce, wild look on his face.
    He is sexy. It was his last thought as Bernie drove him out of his mind.
     
     
    B ERNIE sank down onto Tomas’s shaft, squeezing. Tomas’s neck bulged as he shuddered. Smiling, Bernie lowered his lids and rocked down and up. Tomas put his hand over his head, gripping the headboard. Bernie leaned over and gripped his forearms. The muscles in his arms shifted under Bernie’s fingers as he moved. Tomas grunted with each thrust of his body.
    “Do you like the feel of me on your cock, Tomas?” he gritted out.
    “You talk too much.” Tomas opened one bleary brown eye.
    “One day, I’m gonna make you come just by talking to you. I won’t touch you, just watch you from across the room, and talk. About each thing we do. Every movement. The scents of us together.” Bernie rocked after each word.
    Bernie started realizing what he had said. He had made the assumption there would be another time. Tomas hadn’t said clearly what he wanted when he said “being together.” He would have to wait for him to spell it out. Until then, he would enjoy this, in case it was just this one night. He rocked against the hard cock. Tomas whimpered. The sweet sound made