The grin he got was wide and white, Dillon nodding. “Yeah. Me, too. Okay, gonna get you ready.”
Luckily, he was already pretty ready, and Dillon’s fingers slid in like nothing going. Coke found himself moving, riding the touch as if he was made for it, rocking up and down and making the springs sing. Dillon watched him as if he was made of gold, those pretty eyes like blue fire. Those fingers moved inside him, searching, curling and lightning shot through him, making him shout.
He groaned, eyes rattling in their sockets like thrown dice. “Oh, honey. Honey,damn.”
“Smell so good. Feel so hot. I have to…” Those fingers went away, and Dillon fumbled for a minute, finally coming up with a condom, striking a pose after it was on that made him laugh out loud.
Didn’t keep it from being hot when Dillon muscled between his legs, though, settling into place.
His legs fit right nice over Dillon’s, the man solid underhim, hot as a tin roof in August. That long dick nudged at him, Dillon holding him open good and wide, sliding in a scant inch at a time. Then the man was in him, like his body had sucked Dillon’s cock right inside. Like it was meant to work that way.
“Oh.” Oh, damn. So much better than slick plastic. So right.
“Uh-huh.” Dillon stopped right there a minute, face red, puffing like he’d made one of his famous runs to the very top of the bleachers. “Coke. God, you’re tight.”
He nodded, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “I ain’t never… Not with a person, I mean. So good.”
He got this weird, waggly-eyebrow expression, but Dillon didn’t say nothin’, just started moving, holding his hips tight and slipping in and out. It was the most amazing thing ever. He reached out and slid one hand around Dillon’s waist. He needed to touch.
Dillon blinked, sucking in a deep breath. “Oh, feels good. You’re fucking amazing, Coke. I just… Damn.”
“Yeah.” He nodded, hand trailing up, counting ribs, touching a nipple.
A short, sharp thrust answered that touch, Dillon losing his perfect rhythm for a moment. Someone liked that. Coke felt it in the way Dillon throbbed deep inside him. Coke focused, petting the little dark nipple, then pinching, seeing what Dillon needed.
The pinch had Dillon crying out, that blond head falling back, Dillon’s hips setting a hard pace now. “More. Oh, Coke. More.”
“Yeah. Yeah, honey.” Look at that. Oh, sweet Jesus, look at that man. He shook with it, his rough old fingers pinching hard, tugging as best he could.
“Fuck.” Those eyes went wide, Dillon’s hips popping once, twice more, then that was all she wrote. The man wascoming for him, reaching down to grab Coke’s cock like it was the only solid thing in the world.
Dillon pulled once, twice, then that thumb rubbed the tip hard, just like he liked it and he squeezed hard, working Dillon’s cock inside him. Muscles jumping and twitching, Dillon pulled at him, moaning long and loud. Lord love him, he’d be scaring the neighbors soon. It seemed to take for fuckingeverto come, but when he did, he did it with everything he was, bones rattling with it.
“That’s it, babe. Look at you.” Smiling down at him, Dillon leaned a little, belly pressing against his so they could have a nice, sloppy kiss.
He moaned happily into the kiss, tongue fucking Dillon’s lips.
They both sort of melted, their bodies relaxing against one another. Dillon hummed, kissing his chin. “That was a hell of a ride, babe.”
“You know it. Perfect.” He held on, petting some, fighting the urge to just doze off. “You are free to fuss and fret now.”
“I’ll have to have a nap and some sugar, but then you can count on fussing.” They were kind of settling into a routine. It was as fun as it was a little scary.
“Mmm. I bought you Snickers, just like you like.”
“Oh, you rock. I love the nuts.” Cackling, Dillon rolled off him, sliding gently out of his body. “I like your nuts, too.”
“Good.” He reached out, stroked Dillon’s cheek. “I can’t wait to get you home.”
“Yeah? I’m looking forward to seeing you in your pool.” That cheek was hot and damp under his palm, flushed from their round of gymnastics.
“You know it. Pool. Hot tub. My bed.”
“Mmm. I like beds. You’d probably like mine, too. You can’t come when it’s cold, though. Well, unless I keep you inside and warm.”
“I reckon we could find things to do.”
“I could bundle you up like the Michelin man, take you riding. I bet you’d like the mountains in the snow.” Sounded pretty, even if his joints would hate it.
