Our eyes met. His nipples were hard, his breath quick… he was already mine.”I want you to take charge,” he said in a low, husky voice as he guided my hand down to his waist.I leaned over him, asserting my dominance with a soft bite on his neck, trailing down his collarbone as my hands explored every inch of his body. Gay sex I nodded slightly, the kind of signal that says, “I’ve seen you, and I like what I see.”Later, I ran into him in the elevator. I nodded slightly, the kind of signal that says, “I’ve seen you, and I like what I see.”Later, I ran into him in the elevator. The silence grew heavy, charged with tension. I grabbed his hips and entered him slowly, feeling his body open to welcome me. Our eyes met. Then I grabbed his hips tighter and sped up, feeling him vibrate with each stroke. A guy around twenty-four, fair-skinned with a reddish glow—typical Irish—and a defined body that left little to the imagination. When the doors opened, he was the first to speak:”Want to come up to my room?”We didn’t take long to close the door behind us. I reached for the lube he had conveniently left on the nightstand and began prepping him
