Wild Dreams: A Friends to Lovers romance (Wilder Irish Book 12)

defeated.
He’d sat down next to him, and while Gavin would only say it had been his mother, the walls between them began to crumble that night. They’d remained there for hours, sitting side by side, as silent tears streamed down Gavin’s cheeks. Hell, Oliver had shed more than a few tears of his own that night.
Oliver reached out now and, for the first time ever, ran his fingers over Gavin’s chest, touching more burns, his heart aching as he thought of the little boy who’d been terrorized by the woman who was supposed to love him, take care of him.
Gavin gripped Oliver’s hand, flattening it against his pec, letting him feel the racing of his heart. Their gazes locked. Mom insisted no one who didn’t know them would realize the two of them weren’t related by blood, given their similar features—both had brown hair and dark brown eyes—and builds.
Unlike Oliver, who’d shaved just before his date, Gavin was sporting a sexy five-o’clock shadow that showcased his chiseled jaw. Oliver longed to lean forward and nip it with his teeth.
“Take off your shirt, Ollie.”
Oliver loosened the tie he’d donned for his shitty date, and then unbuttoned his shirt. Like him, Gavin didn’t seem capable of keeping his hands to himself. He ran his hand over Oliver’s bare chest, then gripped his waist, pulling him back to continue the kiss.
Oliver grasped Gavin’s upper arms, digging his fingers into the tattooed muscles there, keeping him close when it felt like he might pull away. Gavin had started getting tattoos the second he’d turned eighteen, his attempt at mitigating the damage, hiding the scars.
“Ollie,” Gavin murmured, shaking off his grip. “Pants, now. This is gonna take all night if I have to tell you what to do step-by-step.”
Oliver grinned. “Smart-ass. Apparently I have something to prove to you.” Oliver reached for the waistband of Gavin’s lounge pants, pulling them down. He wasted no time taking Gavin’s cock in his hand, stroking it with a firm grip.
“Fuck,” Gavin whispered as Oliver dropped to his knees in front of him.
Oliver gave him a wink, then took the head of his dick into his mouth. While he’d never given a blowjob, Oliver wasn’t a stranger to receiving them. He knew what he liked, and even what he’d always wished for from women who—lacking a penis—never seemed to fully understand exactly how to suck a guy’s dick.
Oliver gave Gavin the kind of blowjob he’d always wanted, and given the way Gavin’s fingers gripped his hair, the way he thrust his hips back and forth, the way he said Oliver’s name over and over, it was apparent he was hitting the mark.
“Goddammit, Ollie. It’s too good. You need to slow down or—”
Oliver wasn’t fucking slowing down. He took Gavin deeper, swallowing his dick, as he reached lower to fondle his balls, then stroke his perineum.
Gavin cursed as he came in Oliver’s mouth. “Motherfucker! Jesus Christ. Ollie. God. Dammit.”
Oliver held him in his mouth a few moments more, even as Gavin’s cock softened. Releasing him with a pop, he rose slowly, pulling Gavin to him for a long, heated, passionate kiss.
“Lube’s in the drawer,” Gavin said, turning toward his nightstand. He grabbed it and a condom, handing both to Oliver, who tossed them onto the bed so he could take off the rest of his clothing.
“Bend over the edge of the mattress,” Oliver said, stroking Gavin’s ass as his friend assumed the position.
Everything between them felt so natural, so right. While it was his first time—their first time—there was no hesitance, no reticence, no second-guessing.
They were meant to be together.
Oliver squeezed some lube on Gavin’s anus, working it in slowly with one finger, then two. He was in no hurry. If he could make this night last a year, he’d do it.
Gavin wasn’t feeling quite as patient. “Jesus, Ollie. Put the condom on and get on with it. I want you inside me.”
Oliver chuckled but gave in. Maybe his self-control wasn’t that great either. Once he’d covered his dick—with the condom and more lube—he placed it at the entrance to Gavin’s ass.
Gripping Gavin’s hips, he pressed forward slowly, steadily.
Holy shit.
This felt like heaven…and for a moment, he was actually light-headed. “Jesus,” he whispered. He’d never experienced anything like this. Gavin’s ass was so tight, gripping his cock like a glove.
Gavin dropped to his elbows, groaning with pleasure, overwhelmed as well.
Once Oliver was seated to the hilt, Gavin lifted his head and looked at him over his shoulder. “I want it hard. If you hold back, I’ll know it.”
Oliver nodded, words beyond him right now. He withdrew until just the head of his cock remained lodged within and then he gave in to his primal urges, taking everything he wanted, then grabbing more. He fucked with wild, reckless abandon, confident in the fact that Gavin wanted the same.
They clawed at each other like beasts, pounding together in a way that should have hurt but instead felt like fucking paradise. Gavin shoved backwards, meeting every single one of Oliver’s thrusts.
It was brutal, ruthless, even violent.
Oliver came first, his body jerking, as if he’d been electrocuted.
Gavin, lost in his own need, didn’t seem to even realize he’d come as he kept shoving back, kept fucking himself on Oliver’s dick.
Oliver’s fingers tightened as he tried to stop the motion. He couldn’t fucking take any more. It was too good…too much.
He reached around Gavin’s waist and gripped his cock, jerking him roughly until Gavin exploded, his come splashing over the bedspread.
Neither of them moved for several minutes, still connected as they gasped for breath. When he felt his strength begin to return, Oliver pulled away, locking his knees in an attempt to remain upright. Removing the condom, he tossed it in the trash can.
Gavin pushed up as well, twisting to sit on the edge of the bed. He glanced over his shoulder at the stained bedspread and smiled. “Oops.”
“Come on.” Oliver reached out, pulling Gavin up to stand next to him. “We’ll sleep in my