On a Roll by Beth Bolden (best historical biographies TXT) 📕

chosen him. He hadn’t wanted anyone, not after Milo, but now he did, and Gabriel still couldn’t quite believe that it was him.

After their conversation, Gabriel felt his jitters calm, and his blood begin to race. In a few minutes, he’d have Sean exactly where he’d wanted him for so long.

And if he knew one thing, he knew that he could make it good for him. Just the thought of it—Sean naked beneath him, cock hard and leaking just for him—made his heart race and his own dick begin to harden. He didn’t know how he was possibly going to resist just pinning him against the door and taking him.

“This is a nice place,” Gabriel said, hating how inane he sounded as he watched Sean type in the code to unlock the door.

Sean laughed. “You don’t have to do any of that. It’s . . . well, it’s a place to sleep, you know?”

Gabriel knew what Sean meant the second the door swung open. He’d left a lamp on in the tiny living room, but the couch, coffee table, and TV stand were all very plain and basic, no personal touches to them at all. It was like when he’d moved here, Sean had picked out everything online and had it delivered, not really giving a shit what it looked like or how it fit together. Or if it reflected who he was, at all.

And, Gabriel realized with a sudden jolt it was very likely that was exactly how it had happened. When Sean had moved here, he’d been starting over.

“Hey,” Sean said, and there was that edge of uncertainty that Gabriel had been dreading to hear.

That was all it took. He crowded the guy against the front door just as it closed behind them, and—because he finally could, because he was finally allowed—he shoved his hands into Sean’s hair and captured his mouth.

He was learning quickly how restrained and unsure Sean had been during that first kiss, and a little bit less so during the second, and even less when they’d made out earlier tonight against the back of Sean’s truck. But now? It was like Sean had flung away the last of his concerns, and he was in this, kissing Gabriel back like he was starving and he hadn’t had a proper meal in ages.

Years, Gabriel realized dimly as Sean’s foot wound its way up his leg. He hadn’t had anything in years.

“God, please, yes.” Sean’s pleading was echoing in his ears as he pushed Sean harder against the door. He could feel Sean’s cock, rock hard, under his thigh, and when his eyes flicked open, he could see Sean’s head was tipped against the door, his mouth open, red and wet. And he knew, without any doubt in his mind, what he needed to do.

Gabe went to his knees, his fingers reaching up to tug on the button on Sean’s jean shorts.

His teeth sunk into his lower lip, deep enough to leave a mark. “Wait,” he panted. “Wait, I won’t . . .”

“Won’t last?” Gabriel nodded. “I know. It’s been so long for you, but that’s okay. We’ve got all night.”

“I wanted . . .” Sean said, a crinkle appearing between his brows. “I wanted . . .”

“Yeah, I’ve got you, don’t worry about anything,” Gabriel reassured him. He’d finally wrenched the button open, and was tugging the shorts down, only to be surprised to see Sean’s rock-hard cock, precome smeared over the bright red tip. Gabe gave in to his best instincts, running his thumb over the wetness, enjoying the throaty moan Sean gave him in response.

“Feels good, huh?” Gabriel said, closing his hand around his dick, and stroking it, quick and a little rough. Giving him as much pleasure as he could handle, hoping to tip him over the edge nice and easy.

“So good,” Sean said, his gaze searing as it met Gabriel’s. “So fucking good. I just don’t know . . .”

Gabriel worked him through it, the way Sean’s eyes glazed over, the back of his head thumping rhythmically against the door. He could tell Sean was close, and could tell he was holding on. Trying to eke out every single bit of pleasure?

What Gabriel really wanted was for him to let go, to stop holding back. “Come on, baby,” he cooed as he stroked Sean’s dick. It was just as pretty as the rest of him, and he still intended to get him totally naked by the end of the night, begging to be fucked by his cock. But he needed to let the orgasm take him if he had any chance of that happening.

Every muscle in Sean’s body tensed, and then he was coming in long, stuttering pulses, and it went on forever, dripping onto the hardwood floor in front of the door. Gabriel already knew he’d never be able to look at Sean again and not automatically think of Sean turning into mush, all for him.

“Fuck, you shouldn’t have . . .” Sean mumbled as Gabe rose up. There was a tissue box on the coffee table and he grabbed a few, cleaning up his hand, and settling back at Sean’s feet so he could clean up the floor.

“Yes, I should. It was what you wanted, wasn’t it? What you needed,” Gabriel reminded him. He’d been so worked up, horny and desperate, and that wasn’t really such a surprise considering how long he’d denied his body’s basic needs.

“Yeah, but . . .”

“Oh,” Gabriel said, rising up again. His cock was uncomfortably hard in his jeans. But he’d given Sean what he’d needed and that was a beautiful kind of pleasure on its own. “Did you think we were done? We’re not done by a long shot.”

A smile broke over Sean’s face. “How did you know?”

“That this was what you needed?” Gabriel shrugged. “It wasn’t that hard to guess.”

Sean swayed towards him, loose-limbed and sleepy-eyed and so fucking gorgeous that Gabriel felt his heart clench.

“I want to get my hands all over