“Need you.” Sam moaned the words, then started sucking up a mark, pulling at his skin.
“I’m gonna. We got to back off or I’ll be useless.”
Sam lifted his head, eyes meeting his. “You ain’t never useless, Boug.” Fuck, that was pretty.
Beau kissed that mouth and let Sam stroke him some more. He’d let Sam jack him off, then suck that pretty cock. Sam eased him back, hand moving on him, tip to base, over and over, while his man fed him these damn hungry sounds. Beau held on, his hands on Sam’s shoulders, now, his hips moving hard and fast. His balls drew up tight, his cock ached, and when he came it was like days’ worth of tension pouring out.
“Good. Good ride.” Sammy touched him ‘til the end, then backed off when things got sensitive.
“You know it, Poot.” Good ride didn’t even begin… Beau blinked off the urge to sleep and pushed Sammy back, intent on playing Hoover. Sammy’s butt bounced a little, that cock just bobbing. Beau licked his lips, breathing in the scent of musk and heat. He knew that smell bone deep, knew what Sam would taste like.
“God, you look…damn, Beau. So fine.”
“You smell good.” Beau bent, licked at the head of Sam’s cock. Hot. So hot.
Listen to that deep, low moan.
He bit back a grin, knowing that getting toothy was a bad idea. He licked some more instead before sucking Sam right in.
“Beau. Oh, fuck.” Sam twisted, hands restless, not settling anywhere.
Listen to his Sammy growl. Beau moved down, sucking all the way, needing to feel Sam at the back of his throat.
“More. More.” Sam’s prick swelled, spreading his lips a little more.
“Mmm.” Beau couldn’t help his noises. They spilled out around Sammy’s cock, loud and happy.
Sam started babbling, talking to him, telling him a bunch of nonsense that all meant just don’t stop. Like he would do that. No, he gave as good as he got, and Sammy had given it to him good. Beau licked down the underside, sucked all theway back up. The salt and male flavor exploded on his tongue, Sammy twisting and bucking underneath him. Beau held on like he would in the short-go, digging his fingers into Sammy’s hips. Maybe leaving little marks. No one would know any better, the way Sammy was always bruised. Sammy would, though. Sammy’d feel each and every one.
After lapping at the tip, Beau pulled back enough to meet Sammy’s eyes and tease. “Good?”
“F-fuck. Fuck, Boug. So good.” Sammy seemed shell-shocked, cheeks flushed and eyes hot as coals.
“Love how you are.” He kissed that heaving belly. “Don’t you go and break nothin’ like Coke, hear?”
“Not today. Maybe next week.”
He smacked Sammy’s hip. No. Not even as a joke did someone get to say that.
“Hey! I was just joshing, man.”
“You know I’m superstitious.” He was. What Cajun on earth wasn’t?
“Damn Cajun.” Sammy reached out, cupped his jaw. “C’mere. Kiss me.”
“Okay.” He could do that. It would blot out everything but this man and how amazing he was. Sam’s kisses were enough to make him whimper, to make his brain mush and his cock rock hard. Again. He needed that right now. Needed it all. Damn, but he hated when one of theirs went down.
Sam moved against him, driving nice and steady, prick making a happy little line of heat against his hip.
“That’s it, Sammy.” Beau reached down and grabbed Sam’s cock, pressing it against his skin.
“Uh…uh-huh.” Sammy moaned into their kiss.
“Goddamn, Sammy.” That was the hottest skin he’d ever touched. Like Sam was burning for him.
“Need, huh?” Those pretty eyes rolled and Sammy arched hard, hips jerking restlessly.
“Oh, yeah. What do you want, huh?” He would give Sammy his mouth again, his ass.
