Chapter Twenty-Eight
Rusty nudged Blake’s shoulder, shaking him gently to wake him up. He started, blinking against the light spilling through the gap between the curtains and right onto his face as he woke, and then smiled.
“Hey,” he said softly. “Good morning.”
Rusty grinned at him, giving him a gentle push onto his back. Blake moved without protest, settling himself deep into the mattress.
“I promised you we could pick up where we left off…” Rusty said, trailing his fingers down Blake’s stomach, pausing just beside his cock. He could feel the heat coming off it, Blake already hard.
It wasdefinitelynice to have a boyfriend who woke up hard.
No, not a boyfriend.
Ahusband.
Rusty grinned to himself. That still sounded good.
“Well, I’m not gonna stop you,” Blake said, spreading his legs a little wider.
Rusty chuckled, ducking his head to kiss the center of Blake’s chest. He could hear his heartbeat speeding up from here, getting louder as he got excited about what was coming next.
“Good,” Rusty murmured as he kissed his way down, running his nose over the sensitive skin of Blake’s belly, breathing in his scent.
He loved the way Blake smelled. Warm, sweet, and familiar in a way he couldn’t quite pin down, but never wanted to give up.
“You’re amazing,” Rusty murmured, blowing on Blake’s cock.
Blake squirmed, blushing all the way down his chest.
If Rusty thought being a redhead was bad in terms of blushing, Blake had showed him that it got much, much worse. He’d been blessed with slightly thicker skin.
Blake hadn’t, and it was adorable.
“You’reamazing,” Blake responded.
Rusty wasn’t sure he’d ever heard anyone say that before. Definitely not with as much sincerity.
The tips of his ears burned, his cheeks getting hot.
So much for not blushing easily.
Rather than responding, Rusty moved to straddle Blake’s legs, bending down to lick a stripe along the underside of his cock.
Blake squirmed under him, both of his hands landing on Rusty’s head.
Rusty smirked, glancing up at Blake to see his chest heaving, flushed a pretty pink color all over now. He was going to have alotof fun with him, and now he had all the time in the world to do it.
He dropped his head again, licking another stripe up Blake’s cock, laughing to himself as Blake whimpered under the attention. A bead of precome welled up at the end, and Rusty licked it away, rolling it around in his mouth to memorize the taste.
He hadn’t sucked Blake’s cock before, but he was starting to get the feeling he’d be doing it a lot. Blake definitely seemed to appreciate it.
Rusty swirled his tongue around the head to lick it clean, then sealed his lips around it, planting his hand on Blake’s hip so he couldn’t move. He let his eyes fall closed, tasting the salt-tang of Blake’s skin, breathing in deeply where his scent was strongest, letting his lungs fill up.
He loved this man. He loved this man more than he could articulate, and he wanted to commit every inch of him to memory and never let him go. He wanted to be doing this when they were ninety.
Rusty had never felt like that before, but it feltawesome. He could really get into this whole being in love thing.
Taking a deep breath, he swallowed a few times to relax his throat, letting Blake’s cock slide further inside it. His jaw ached at the stretch, but it was worth it for the soft, needy whimpers spilling from Blake’s lips, the groans that were catching in his chest.
