Adam laughed, the sound less rusty than it used to be. Every time he saw Adam it seemed to get easier. They headed up, hauling bags, and got checked in.
They were on the sixth floor, and god, that damned elevator was so slow, especially with his cowboy right there. They wasn’t alone, though, so he waited. And waited.
The six came up on the little window and they rushed out, bebopping down the hall, almost running. Adam had the door key out, and he popped the door open, yanking Landon inside.
Landon dropped his gear, pushed the door shut, and tossed his gimme cap to the side.
He didn’t even get to see it land. Adam slammed him back against the door, mouth covering his. Lord, yes. Please. He wrapped one leg around his cowboy, tugging them tight. The kiss made his head spinny, made him hump as hard as he could.
“Cher. Cher, so good, you.” He was fixin’ to lose his mind.
“Mmmhmm.” Adam was focused, kissing his mouth, holding him up against the door.
Landon started working on buttons. Adam’s shirt had lots. He didn’t tear them, though, just worked them as patiently as he could. His fingers shook a bit, so it was tough. Especially with those damned kisses just going on and on, making him morethan a little stupid. He finally got Adam’s shirt open, stroking that fuzzy chest. He found him one tiny nipple, loving on it, encouraging it to peak on up.
A low, rough sound made him smile, told him that he was on the right track. He touched some more, squeezing the wee bit of flesh.
“Gon’ tear me up, cher?” He was teasing the bear. It was a dangerous game.
“I am. Gonna fuck you so good, honey.”
“Been needing.” Adam was better than any drug. “Bring it on.”
“Bed.” Adam turned, holding him up like he was a feather, heading to the bed. Landon landed on the mattress and bounced, and he would have complained about Adam leaving him there, except the man was going to get the condoms and the slick.
He got his boots off, unfastened his belt and fly. No use pretending he wasn’t a slut for it. He was fixin’ to toss his shirt across the room when Adam came back to him, tugged his jeans away and tossed them on the floor.
Landon groaned, his hand pumping his newly freed cock just once in pure joy. “Look at you.”
Hot, motherfucking man. Adam was tall, broad, lean muscles roping his arms and legs—that belly just calling out to be touched. Lord above, he needed this like air or water. He shimmied all the way out of his jeans, and Adam stared at him, eyes hot as hell. Landon didn’t hide a bit, letting Adam see how bad he needed.
“God, I could just eat you up.” Adam crawled up on the bed, reaching for Landon’s cock.
“It’s a deal.” He arched right into the touch, those callused fingers rough on his skin but so damned good.
“Mmm. Want me to suck a little, honey? I don’t mind a bit.”
Landon’s eyes crossed. “Has there ever been a man, ever, that said no?”
Adam laughed out loud. “Well, there was that one time that Fearless Pharris had a neck brace on…”
“Cher. Adam. That ain’t sexy.” He wasn’t sure which was a worse reference. Broken neck or Gramps Pharris.
“No?” That grin was pure wickedness. “How’s this?” Adam bent and licked at Landon’s cock.
“B-better.” So much better.
“Mmmhmm.” Adam opened up and took him in, and he stared down, hardly able to believe this was real.
“Lord. Lord, cher. You got yourself a mouth.”
“Well, I sure hope so.” Adam popped off long enough to tease, but then went right back to sucking like a Hoover.
Landon’s eyes crossed, hips jerking up, pushing into Adam’s needy lips. He wanted to give Adam everything, wanted to just let Adam take what he needed. Those rough hands worked his thighs, his sac, spreading him wide. He felt open, completely laid bare. He squirmed, trying to get more, to get that heat building in his belly a place to go.
Adam chuckled around his cock, hands sliding under his ass to tug him deeper. That mouth… Well, he sure was grateful for it. He stroked Adam’s bristly hair, belly rippling.
“Gon…” And he did, sweet as Tupelo honey, pouring himself right on out.
