He stepped right in, looking up and up into Adam’s pretty eyes. “Lord, you’re something else.”
“I’m glad you think so, honey.” Something flashed in those eyes a moment, something mocking, but Landon didn’t feel like it was aimed at him. He thought it was directed inside. Then Adam grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close, and he forgot to think. “Do you kiss?”
“I do.” At least he wasn’t opposed to it. He wasn’t sure no man had ever asked or offered, really.
“Oh, good. Some folks don’t.” That was all the warning he got before Adam’s mouth closed down on his, lips and tongue pushing him to open.
Oh, sweet Jesu in Heaven. Landon reached up, groaning low in his chest. This shit weren’t a bit like kissing Adalida Choux in the priest’s coat closet, no sir.
This was more like a perfect storm. Adam had soft lips, a bristly chin, and the strongest hands ever. Landon went up on tiptoe, tongue sliding against tongue, his needy cock rubbing the man’s thigh. Tall. Christ, but this man was tall.
Adam lifted a little, hands under Landon’s butt, and his toes left the ground, his body dangling. He hooked one leg around Adam, letting his hips rock, letting their cocks start to get to know each other.
Moaning for him, Adam held him right there, strong as an ox. Okay, oxen weren’t sexy…
Adam though, that fine son of a bitch was pure, fucking need. Landon grabbed the broad shoulders, his belly tight as he humped like a dog. Dieu.
Breaking the kiss, Adam took a couple of deep breaths, chest rising and falling. “Lord, you’re hot as a two-dollar pistol.”
“Cain’t help it. I want you, cher.” He wanted everything Adam would give him.
“Well, you got me tonight.” Adam let his feet touch the floor, then unzipped Landon’s jeans, too. “You want to take the edge off, though, I won’t say no.”
He wanted all the things. Landon licked his lips, fingers pushing into Adam’s open fly, hunting that sweet dick, which more than filled his hand, hot as fire.
“Mmm.” Adam rocked into his touch, getting Landon’s cock out, too, fingers rough on his sensitive skin. Calluses were amazing things, dragging on his shaft, tugging on him. Hell, yeah.
That was enough to make him dance, his body moving like Mr. Beau was still fiddling. They got themselves a rhythm going, up and down, pulling and tugging, squeezing each other but good. Landon’s toes curled up, his body on high alert. He’d dreamed this so many times.
“Hot little fucker.” Adam’s lips slid against his temple, the touch surprising him, soft. Almost sweet. Those hands slid against his skin, hot and amazing, jacking him.
He went up on tiptoe, his fingers feeling clumsy as fuck on Adam’s skin. Adam didn’t seem to mind. No, sir, the man was all over him. There was no way to fight the needy sounds that bubbled from him. Fuck, he… That touch was fucking magic. He couldn’t stop squirming, couldn’t stop wanting to beg.
“Need it, me.” He knew it, too, balls deep, that Adam needed some of him. They were meant to be like this.
“You do. Hot for me.” Adam stroked his cock, up and down, hard and fast.
Landon’s head fell back, and he just rode, letting that internal timer in his head go on and on, way past eight seconds. He jumped and panted, sure he was just gonna explode.
“Come on, and we’ll go for round two.” Adam’s voice slid down his spine, and Landon shot, losing it.
His teeth rattled, his whole body shaking with it. He’d never felt so good in his whole life. His hand around Adam’s cock was still moving, randomly, convulsively, because damn, Landon’s brain was busy.
Adam laughed, the sound low, happy, scraping over Landon’s nerves. “Harder, honey.”
He nodded and focused on squeezing, on making Adam feel fine. That heavy cock jerked in his hand, that fine body moving against him, pushing faster. He worked the tip with his thumb, digging in, wanting to please.
“Fuck.” Adam gritted his teeth, pushing into his hand and shooting, wet and hot and perfect. He’d know that now, the scent of Adam’s need, anywhere.
Adam panted a few seconds before easing away to grab a rag, helping to clean them both up. “Better.”
“Uh-huh.” And there’d better be another round of it, too.
“Come and sit with me, huh?” Adam tugged him to a little air mattress, and Landon had to admire the set-up.
They settled in, and Adam started working off his boots, so Landon figured it was safe to do the same. He sure hoped that meant he got to stay a while. The two went together, after all. Bare feet and beds.
Adam pulled him close, as soon as his boots hit the ground, one hand on his hip. The man had a good grip, holding on tight, their bodies rubbing together.
