Dillon smoothed lean hands over his skin, thumbs rubbing at his nipples, fingers finding the hollows of his hipbones. They even went over his back so Dillon could trace the heavy, ropy scars from his surgery, petting each andevery one. They drove him higher all the time, until he was flying.
Coke found himself spread and shifting, moaning like a fool, begging wordlessly for this whole thing not to stop. Dillon finally started moving south, licking at his neck, sucking at the tiny mark that seemed to be ever present on his collarbone. Avoiding the bruised side, Dillon worked down, licking at his nipple, nibbling at his hip.
“Damn. Damn, honey. Need you something fierce.” His hands creaked as he opened and closed them.
“Anything you want, Coke. I swear. Anything.” Dillon glanced up, eyes shining at him for a moment. Then Dillon started working on his cock.
Fuck him. He opened his mouth to holler, but nothing came out, just a shaky, needy little moan.
Lips and tongue pressed against him, Dillon licking him up and down before sucking strongly at the tip. The man needed to pick up Dyson as a sponsor. Coke reached out, fingertips brushing through the soft, shaggy hair, loving on Dillon right back, the best he could. Humming, Dillon moved up and down, sucking from tip to base and back again. God, that was good. Dillon traced his belly, his thighs, working their way down to his balls.
Spreading out a little, Coke forced himself not to tense at all. It was easier than he’d thought it might be, because it was Dillon touching, Dillon letting him feel all this. Dillon stroked him gently, rolling his balls. Then his cowboy pressed two fingers behind them, right on that strip of skin that no one had ever touched, pushing, testing.
His eyes popped open—hell, he hadn’t even known they were closed. Electricity shot up his spine and his toes curled. “Oh, damn. Again.”
Dillon pulled off his dick with a wet pop. “Here?”Dillon had calluses. Who knew? They brushed against that tiny patch of skin, making his nerves scream.
“Uhn. Uh-huh.” His legs shook a little, heels digging into the sheets.
“Hot. Your skin is so hot, Coke.” Pushing his thighs farther apart, Dillon lifted his ass with both hands and put that hot mouth right on the same strip of skin.
“Oh, dear Lord…” He was gonna light afire, right here. Just burst into flames.
Licking, kissing, Dillon worked him over but good, that tongue moving over him, wet and right. Got even better when Dillon bent a little more and licked at his hole.
His balls drew up tight, and his cock slapped his belly. God damn. Goddamn.
“Mmm.” The sound vibrated against his skin, Dillon giving him what for, tongue pushing right inside. Inside him.
He went a little crazy, hips bouncing and rocking, the bedsprings ringing. He’d never.
Notever.
God damn, he was going to do it again, though.
One of Dillon’s hands closed around his cock, stroking up and down, and he didn’t think he was going to make it to the actual ride. He was just gonna explode.
“Oh. Oh, damn.” He started panting, moaning low. “I’ll… You’re going to make me…”
“Mmm-hmm.” Coke could feel Dillon smile against him, Could damned well feel it against his skin.
He sorta chuckled, sorta groaned, then Dillon started stroking him again and his balls drew up. It’d take a better man than him to hold off. One finger slipped inside him, Dillon pushing deep but not hurting, that sweet mouth easing the way.
“Oh…” Coke let his eyes fall shut, let himself sink into it.
A low moan echoed against his skin, Dillon pushing himand pushing him, making it feel so damned good he wanted to scream. That man had talent.
“Gonna keep you. Damn. Damn, honey. Please.” He never babbled. Never.
Not ‘til now.
Dillon eased away, popping up after he let go, reaching for the stuff in the bag by the bed. “Is this okay, Coke? I-I want to.”
“I want you. C’mon.” He nodded, kept himself spread and relaxed.
“Oh, good.” This time Dillon didn’t have one bit of trouble with the lube, getting it open and getting those long fingers wet.
This little sound escaped him, and if he hadn’t been so damn horny, it’d’ve embarrassed him.
