They stripped themselves down to the skin, and Devon pulled the sheets down, bending over as he did.
Laird took the initiative and muscled up behind that sweet, tight little ass, rubbing his cock against it. Devon was already wet and so hot, and it felt so perfect.
Devon braced himself on the mattress and pushed back, the offer clear.
Laird didn’t hesitate even for a second. He flipped Devon over, then just lined up, rubbed the tip of his cock against that sweet wetness, and then pushed in, a deep moan tearing from him as pure heat surrounded his dick.
Devon’s cries split the air, and for a second he was worried he’d hurt his lover. Then Devon pushed up when he would have stilled. “Don’t stop. Right there.”
He had no intention of stopping. This is what he needed. This is what they both needed, and what they both wanted.
He bent over Devon, one hand on the mattress, the other hand on Devon’s hip, and began to thrust, pushing into Devon, almost rutting.
Devon shouted, but it wasn’t an ow sound. It was an oh, yeah, more sound. So Laird sawed his hips back and forth, back and forth, really moving. Driving them toward his knot being fully engaged.
“I want you, baby.” Laird was about to lose his mind. This was the perfect man, the perfect scent, perfect heat. It was all around him. “I’m going to knot… I need a rubber.”
“It’s all right, I’m covered.”
Devon sounded so sure, and it was what he wanted, so he didn’t argue. He just went for it, exhilarated at the feel,the sheer raw sensation of making love without any barriers between them.
He reached down and grabbed Devon’s cock, beginning to stroke it. He wanted Devon to come first. He wanted Devon to feel everything.
He wanted to watch Devon forget himself.
Devon’s moan echoed and his skin was so hot to the touch that Laird thought he might go up in flames.
“Soon! Don’t stop!” Devon’s cry filled the air, and he was right there for it, thumb digging into his lover’s slit so he would come.
“Not stopping now for anything.” His knot wouldn’t be denied. No fucking way. And Devon…he was so beautiful, gaze boring into his, lips swollen, body straining.
“Good. I need you.”
Those words echoed inside him. He felt them, deep in his soul.
“I need you too, baby. So bad. I want everything.” And he did. Devon had no idea.
“Okay.” Devon surged up and kissed him, seed pouring between them.
“Fuck!” His balls drew up, his knot locked in, and Laird came hard, his body shaking like a damn aspen leaf in fall.
All the while, Devon’s body milked him, drawing his orgasm out.
Fuck, he’d never felt this way before in his life. Never. Only with Devon.
Devon held him close as he leaned down, covering his lover with a sigh.
They didn’t say anything for long moments. It was as if words between them would just cheapen what had happened between them. Devon stroked the back of hisneck, fingers curling against his skin, and he held onto Devon’s hip, his grip almost bruising but not quite.
Finally, he just kissed the corner of Devon’s lips and then the base of his neck where his pulse was still beating rapidly. “That was amazing, love. May I stay right here?”
“Of course, I want you to.” Devon hugged him tight. “Stay with me. I need you.”
So he stayed, and they laughed over their dinner later on, and then they made love again. Devon seemed hot and intense, and almost like his skin wasn’t fitting right. But it didn’t matter, because when they came together it was like a hail storm—hard and a little violent in that way that love could be violent. By the time they were done, Laird felt wrung out and perfect.
Several times it seemed like Devon was on the verge of trying to tell him something that Laird didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure how to encourage Devon to do it except to be right there with him, to kiss him, and to remind him, “You know you can tell me anything, right?”
Devon just chewed his lip. “I do know that, and I’m trying to think of what it is I want to tell you and how. But it’s not a bad thing. I promise.” Devon reached up with one hand to cup his cheekbone and then kissed him on the mouth. “Tomorrow. I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
