Coke’s dick bobbed, jerked hard, and the rich, male scent got stronger.
“I can smell you, Coke. So hot for me.” He didn’t waste a whole lot more breath before he was licking at Coke, sucking the head of Coke’s prick into his mouth.
Coke cried out and he jerked forward for a second, pushing deep, before pulling back. “Sorry. Sorry. It’s just so good.”
Filling his lungs, Dillon rocked back enough to nod, stroking Coke’s hips with his fingers. “You’re not hurting me.”
“Good. Good, ’cause I wouldn’t.” Coke arched a little, bones creaking, entire body begging for him.
“I know that.” It was a little cool and a little sad that Coke was so worried, so concerned. Dillon licked some more, easing his way to sucking this time, then sealing his lips tight around the shaft.
Coke hollered again, the sound sharp and harsh, then those little, jerky movements started up again, rubbing Coke’s heavy prick on his tongue. Sucking harder, Dillon tried to give Coke what he needed, remembering his hands again just in time to reach up and cup Coke’s balls, rolling them gently. He hoped to hell it was working for Coke, because it was so working for him.
Of course, the rate the salt was dropping onto his tongue, he didn’t really have to worry. One of Coke’s hands landed on his shoulder, Coke shifting a little, spreading for him. That was the ticket. Dillon breathed in deep through his nose before pushing all the way down, taking Coke to the root. God damn, but he could still do that. And with Coke, it was fucking amazing.
“Dillon!” He heard Coke’s head thunk against the wall. He’d never heard his name sound like that. Never. And allsorts of people called his name. This was a million times better.
Coke stretched up, tight as a bow, balls drawn tight. He wanted it all, every bit, so Dillon pulled harder, bringing his hands up to grab Coke’s hips. So hot. So damned hot.
“Uhn.” Coke made this damn near broken sound and came for him like a ton of bricks.
Dillon took it all, took every bit, licking and sucking until Coke stopped shuddering and started shaking. Then he pulled free and kissed Coke’s hip.
“D-damn.” Coke blinked down at him, stunned as could be.
“Uh-huh.” He grinned, feeling damned good, even if his hips were rocking, his whole body trying to get some friction.
“‘C’mere.” One of those hands reached out for him. Dillon took it, letting Coke haul him up so he could rub and love on that hot skin. Coke was just solid as all hell. Coke’s hands landed on his ass, dragging him off his feet a little, moving him against that flat, fuzzy belly.
Gasping, he bucked, testing Coke’s strength without meaning to. Not that he needed to worry. The man held him like he weighed nothing. All those muscles to play with. Hump. Climb on. Coke was like a studly little jungle gym. Dillon liked the gym. Jungle or otherwise. He lifted his face for a kiss, wanting more.
Coke took his mouth as if it was the last kiss on earth, tongue fucking his lips, stealing his breath clean away. He climbed up Coke’s body, wrapping his legs around Coke’s waist and humping. Dillon was far beyond waiting for anything more dignified. Coke never wavered, not even a bit. Those hands moved him, wrapped around his ass like they were meant to be there, squeezing and rubbing.
Dillon moved faster and faster, his cock squeezed betweenhis body and Coke’s, these desperate little sounds coming out of him. Mainly, “Please.”
“Come on. Come on, honey. Gimme. I need to see you.”
“Okay.” His head fell back and his hips punched forward, and Dillon came like a freight train, his whole body sawing back and forth.
Coke held him, panting, eyes burning into him. So hot.
“Coke…” He could run up three level stadiums in seconds and hardly breathe hard. Coke made him pant.
“Mmm-hmm. Got you.”
“Thank God.” The wait had been worth it. So, so worth it. Now he just had to find a way to make sure it happened over and over again.
Coke walked them over to the bed, sitting carefully. “This okay?”
“Yeah. This is good.” The urge to wheeze passed, and he kissed Coke’s jaw. “You good?”
“I think I might be way better than good, honey.”
“Way better. I might have to keep you.” He meant it, but he kept it light, not wanting to scare Coke off.
“Mmm. ‘kay.” Coke cleaned them off a little, got them settled on the bed. “What’s your position on naps?”
“I like them. I’m all for them.”Stop. Babbling. Sleep.
