“I’m ready, load me up.” Landon needed to know how it felt to have this man inside him.
“Classy.” Adam laughed, pulling free and pushing between his legs, cock gloved up and ready to go.
“Shee-it. I ain’t all fancy. I come from the bayou.” He touched the tip of Adam’s dick.
“Now, don’t think I can hold out if you do that. Even gloved, I’m ready.”
That felt good, to know that Adam was wanting so bad, even after coming already. Made Landon feel like Adam really wanted him, not just to get off. Made his cock ache.
He grabbed his knees, drew them up and out. Might as well get to doing.
Adam nodded, staring at his body, dick going right to his hole. The head pushed in, tight and scratchy even with the lube. Landon told himself to breathe, to trust in the fact that this man was meant to do this, and so was he.
Hoodoo didn’t lie none.
Adam slid inside him, his body relaxing from one breath to another. Before he could even blink, Adam was deep in him, hips against his ass.
He stared, tracing the curve of Adam’s collarbone, the sprinkle of tiny freckles on the tan skin fascinating. He swallowed hard when Adam started to move, his hips rocking up and back. He felt every inch, every single inch as Adam pulled back, then tightened the lean abs and pressed in.
His body felt like it was going to burst into flame. He felt stretched, full, and it was the most amazing thing. Adam’s hand slid over his belly, and it drew out a low moan.
“Your skin is on fire, honey. So sweet.” Adam was talking to him, and it got dirtier by the second, endearments and compliments giving way to sex words.
“Filled with you, me.” Christ, every touch, every word felt like a lick of fire.
“Uh-huh. Now for the really good part.” Adam started riding faster, just enough to make Landon grit his teeth and pant.
His hands opened and closed, the ache inside him fucking huge, and he kept struggling, reaching for an ease to it. Adam helped, kissing him, stroking his chest, his belly and finally his cock.
The touch to his dick made his eyes cross, made him call out.
“Hard, sweet, honey. I like it.” Adam slammed into him now, and somehow he felt like he could take it. He met the next thrust with his own strength.
He clung to Adam’s shoulders, his fingers digging in.
“Hungry little hole.” Adam fucked him like there was no tomorrow. He would have been embarrassed at how much he needed it, but Adam was like a machine, and hard as a rock, so he wasn’t the only one.
His cock ached, his balls heavy and full, pressed between them.
“That’s it, honey. I can feel you all around me, can feel you squeeze. You want to come, huh?”
“Please.” He was desperate for it.
“Yeah. Look at you. Burning up.” Adam pushed him higher and higher, slamming into him.
He rolled up onto his shoulders, Adam supporting his lower body with his strength.
“Come on, honey. Yeah. So tight.”
Adam smiled at him—at least he thought it was a smile, it could have been an orgasm or a back spasm—but it worked, pushed him right over the edge.
Adam grunted, and now he could see the difference. That was orgasm face. The other had been a smile.
His body shivered, his cock throbbing and spurting out the very last of his spunk. Bucking against him, Adam made this wild sound—half cry, half moan—finishing off inside him.
The temptation to hoot was huge. He didn’t—something told him Adam wouldn’t be impressed with a loud “ooo-eee”. Maybe even be offended. It happened with non-Cajuns.
“Not bad, honey.”
