“If you want me in you, you’d better take it easy,” Bash growled. “It’s been a while for me, too, and I want you so much, it hurts.”
Reluctantly removing his hand, Sean wriggled impatiently, but then Bash pressed a finger against his opening, and Sean threw his head back on the pillow as Bash pushed slowly inside. The intrusion burned, but it felt good, too, and Sean knew soon it would be even better.
Bash caressed Sean’s thigh with his free hand. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, his eyes traveling along Sean’s body with a gaze so hot, Sean was amazed it didn’t sear his skin.
“You’re not bad yourself,” Sean replied. He loved the way Bash’s body looked; he’d never had a lover who was all hard muscle without so much as a trace of softness anywhere, and he wanted to map every inch of skin, every line of smooth muscle with his mouth. He skimmed his fingers over Bash’s arms, feeling the warm strength beneath the skin and reveling in it.
Bash added a second finger, then began to stretch Sean further, and Sean had to make himself hold still instead of writhing as his need grew stronger with each passing second. Then Bash pushed in deeply, brushing Sean’s prostate with his fingers, and Sean cried out at the blaze of pleasure that coursed over and through him, almost driving him to the edge.
“You look so hot,” Bash growled, leaning down to press a hard kiss to Sean’s lips. “Are you ready for me? Do you want me to be inside you?”
“Yes!” Sean could hardly believe the pleading voice was his own. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d needed something as desperately as he needed Bash to claim him.
Bash’s expression was fierce as he removed his fingers and picked up a foil packet from the mattress. Sean watched, heart pounding with anticipation, as Bash rolled on the condom. He rose above Sean, grabbing Sean’s wrists and pinning them above his head, holding Sean down.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded, and when Sean had done so, Bash tilted his hips and moved forward slowly, his hot, hard cock pressing against Sean’s entrance, then slowly slipping within, stretching Sean even more as he eased inside.
Sean’s toes curled hard as Bash took him, the slow pace of their joining letting him feel every inch of Bash’s length. How Bash could be so measured and controlled was beyond him; Sean was trembling with need, panting harshly, and he felt as though the whole world had narrowed to just the two of them and the heat they were generating.
Finally, Bash was buried deep, his labored breathing a testament to just how much his control was costing him. Sean tightened his legs around Bash’s hips, pulling him in even deeper, and rocked his hips up. “Now!” he demanded, needing Bash to move almost as much as he needed to breathe. “Please, Bash! Fuck me. Fuck me hard!”
Holding his gaze, Bash moved his hips, pulling back and then surging forward hard. Then he stopped again, and Sean moaned, not believing Bash was holding back. “More, please, more!” he was begging now, moving restlessly, trying to make Bash move.
“Do you need it?” Bash asked. He pulled back slightly, then slammed deep again. “Do you, Sean?”
“Yes!” Sean writhed, desperation fueling his desire to where he was almost incoherent. For another long, agonizing moment, Bash held still, but finally he yielded to Sean’s needy moans, pinning Sean down with ferocious strength and claiming him relentlessly.
It felt incredible, and Sean arched up, catching Bash’s rhythm, his body thrumming with a rising tide of pleasure. Every thrust stroked the sensitive spot inside him, sending him higher, until at last he hovered on the precipice, lost in a sea of pure sensation, with Bash his only anchor.
Then the pleasure grew impossibly greater, as Bash released Sean’s wrists and wrapped a hand around Sean’s cock to stroke him. Sean cried out, begging, pleading,needingin a way he’d never imagined. Bash’s voice cut through the sound of Sean’s pounding heart and the rush of his own blood.
“Come for me.”
The words weren’t a request, but a command, and Sean obeyed without question, hurtling over the edge and exploding into ecstasy.
He didn’t know how long he floated there, but slowly, slowly he came back into his body, feeling the air moving in his lungs, the sweat on his skin, the heat of Bash in and around him. He opened his eyes, staring up at Bash in wonder, realizing Bash had stopped moving and was watching his face raptly.
“Perfect,” Sean murmured, summoning up the strength from somewhere to lift his hand and caress Bash’s cheek.
“Yes.” Bash’s gaze was heated, his body taut and hard against Sean, and he realized Bash hadn’t yet come.
Smiling, Sean unlocked his legs from around Bash’s waist, letting his knees fall open. “Love me, Bash. Let me make you feel good.”
Bash drew in a shuddering breath, leaning down to capture Sean’s lips, kissing him hard and deep. Then he began to move again, his pace slower, less desperate, yet Sean felt each thrust sending echoes of pleasure skittering along his sensitive nerves. He wrapped his arms around Bash’s shoulders, kissing him back, until Bash thrust deeper, burying himself one last time and crying out his pleasure against Sean’s lips.
It seemed Bash’s great strength was at last spent, and he slumped against Sean, breathing hard. Sean stroked Bash’s back, feeling the dampness of his skin, the scent of Bash’s desire surrounding him. He never wanted to move, having found both a pleasure and a sense of rightness in Bash’s arms that he’d never felt before.
But after a time, Bash pressed his lips to Sean’s neck before lifting himself away. He rolled to one side, then left the bed, walking toward the bathroom. Sean heard water running, then Bash returned, carrying a washcloth and a towel. He cleaned Sean’s skin gently with the warm cloth, then dried him, before dropping the towels on the floor and stretching out beside Sean on the bed. He pressed against Sean’s side and put an arm across Sean’s waist. He hummed softly, a contented sound, and Sean smiled.
He turned his head, expecting to see Bash looking at him, but to his surprise, Bash’s eyes were closed, his breathing slow and even. Then he realized he hadn’t actually seen Bash sleep at all from the moment Bash had been tossed into the prison. It was possible he’d rested while Sean had been sleeping in the shed, but somehow he didn’t think so. Bash seemed the kind of man that when he was on duty, he was unwilling to give in to anything, even the need of his body for rest. That he had surrendered in Sean’s presence, had let himself be vulnerable in such a way, made Sean’s heart beat faster. Bash didn’t trust easily, but Bash trustedhim, and Sean felt as though he’d been given a singular honor.
With a sigh of contentment, he closed his eyes, wanting to relish the sense of connection, and thinking Nick’s invitation to join Fortress looked much more inviting.
12
Bash was a man of action. He was used to waking up suddenly and completely, ready at a moment’s notice. He couldn’t remember the last time his return to consciousness had been slow, almost reluctant, his body resisting the pull towards wakefulness, urging him to linger in warm and drowsy contentment.
Nor could he recall how long it had been since he’d woken up spooned against another body, his arm draped across someone’s waist, his morning erection pressed up against the warm, delicious curve of someone’s remarkable ass. An ass he’d gotten extremely familiar with during the previous night.
