“Roger that.” Cade pressed the button to end the call and pulled open the door, waving Rio in ahead of him. Shutting the door, he re-armed the system.Fucking finally!Cade twisted around, shoving Rio’s suit jacket off his shoulders, until it dropped to the floor at their feet. He stepped into Rio until the thick, hard length of their erections were pressed together and his lips were slamming down over Rio’s.
Rio’s mouth opened under the rasp of Cade’s beard and mustache. Cade’s lips were hard, hungry. They took his. He didn’t ask, he didn’t hesitate. As though Cade knew Rio had a need inside him that he didn’t know yet how to voice. It wasn’t a gentle or coaxing kiss. Nope, this kiss was ravenous. It was full of so much hunger and elemental lust that it stoked the fire of the hidden spark inside him. Rio’s body suddenly had a mind of its own. His arms wrapped around Cade’s neck, his fingers digging into his hair, and never mind pushing him back to take a breath. No, Rio’s hands were urging him closer.
It had been way too long. Way too long since either had allowed themselves the freedom to just be two people indulging themselves in lust and sex. No sides, no right or wrong. Here, they weren’t a soldier and bastard son of a cartel terrorist. Here and now, they were just Cade and Rio, and just that alone was setting off sparks inside them.
A low, guttural groan tore from Rio’s throat as Cade’s tongue pierced the seam of his lips, licking at them before pulling back. He pulled at Cade’s hair harder, nipped his lower lip, bit at it. Within seconds, Rio was flattened between the door and Cade’s body, ramping the hunger and lust between them. One hard hand tangled in Rio’s hair jerked his head back. Cade wasn’t gentle or soft, thank fuck, as Rio didn’t want easy or soft. He needed the burn and the force and the submission that every stroke of Cade’s tongue over his demanded.
As much as he wanted and needed to submit, well, where the hell was the fun in that? Rio gave as good as he got. Shifting his hips, pressing as close as Cade’s thighs allowed, his hips moved against Cade’s, driving his dick harder against Cade’s through the layers of clothes separating them.
Cade growled something, groaned something. His hand tightened in Rio’s hair and he dragged his head back farther, his lips at Rio’s chin, his throat, nipping, sucking, and licking.
Rio worked the buckles on the shoulder holster Cade wore, he froze with the open leather in his hand, “It’s loaded?”
“Yeah.” Cade muttered against his throat, “Safety’s on, drop it.”
Rio let go of the straps, lowered his hands, and gripped the material of Cade’s T-shirt, dragging it up his back. He needed to touch. Wanted to feel Cade’s skin under his hands. He whined as Cade’s lips came back to his. “Off, take it off.” The words were muffled so much by Cade’s mouth that he didn’t think he had heard him.
Cade yanked at the material until he suddenly dragged his mouth from Rio’s, pulling his shoulders back just enough to tear the shirt over his head before he was back to licking along his lips. Kissing him. One hand in Rio’s hair, the other stroking his dick.
“Fuck.” Rio squeezed his eyes shut, could feel Cade’s skin burning against his fingers as he stroked over Cade’s shoulders. He could feel a roughness, scars, which by their shape told him they were bullet wounds. It was a fucking tragedy that this man had those marks on his body. Rio’s nails scraped over Cade’s skin. He dug his nails into Cade’s arms with a muttered curse and held on, because they were moving.
Rio felt his back leaving the door, knew they were twisting, moving, almost dancing their way through the house. He heard the thump of Cade’s body hitting off something, he couldn’t see what, maybe a door frame, as the other man was stripping his bloody shirt over his head, without even opening the buttons.
Rio’s hands fumbled with the buckle on Cade’s belt, dragging the leather through the loops, until it, too, was discarded in their wake. Boots and shoes were kicked off, a trail of clothes littered their path from the door to a bedroom.
“Fuck or shower first?” Cade growled at Rio’s ear, his beard rough against the lobe as he moved against him, his dick now pressing between the cheeks of Rio’s ass.
How the hell was he coherent enough to ask questions? Rio didn’t even remember turning so his back was to Cade, never mind anything else.
“Boy,” Cade’s voice dropped a couple of octaves, “Shower or fuck.” He bit down on Rio’s shoulder before licking away the sting, “Or do I decide?”
Rio swallowed hard, the authority in Cade’s tone sending waves of lust straight to his dick. “You—” Pushing his ass back, he bit down on his lip. The feeling of Cade’s dick rubbing against his ass through the light cotton of his boxer shorts, combined with the man’s hand stroking his dick, short-circuited his brain and he had to force himself to concentrate on the question. “You decide.”
“Shower, fuck,” Cade turned Rio to face him. He bit him, nipped at the hard, flat discs of his nipples, licked them, sucked one. “Then bed and fuck again in the morning.”
“I like that plan,” Rio muttered. He paused a heartbeat before adding on, “Sir.”
At that small, three-letter word, Cade tensed with the sexual, dominant surge of heat that filled his body. Before he could stop himself, he was moving them across the bedroom to the bathroom he knew was just beyond that door.
A tight, hard smile twisted Cade’s lips as their gazes met in the mirror. Cade’s green eyes flashed with arousal and flickered in awareness of the animal Rio had just let loose inside him. Sir? That one damn word made his balls ache with the need to hear this man screaming for more as he pounded into him.
Keeping one hand in Rio’s hair, Cade used the other to jerk on the pull rope to switch on the shower. He’d only been here the previous night. Thankfully, the water wouldn’t take too long to heat through the system. Testing the water, he nodded to the bathtub into which the water from the shower fell, “In you go,” he told Rio, “I’ll be there in a sec.”
“I don’t think I need your help showering,” Rio muttered; unbuttoning suit trousers, he dropped them on the floor. If someone had told him last week that he would be here, in this place, with this man, he’d have denied he was even gay. Yet, here he was.
“Don’t think,” Cade ordered him, keeping his voice low. “Unless you want to think about me fucking your mouth. I’m going to do that, Rio. I’m going to watch those lips open, watch my dick slide inside your mouth.”
Damn you, yes. I do want that.But Rio refused to give voice to the words, the lust screwing with his brain. He stroked his dick, squeezing the head, before sliding his palm all the way to the base, then back up again.
“Fuck.” Cade snarled a curse, hunger clawed at his balls. He tested the water, sticking one hand under the spray. It would do. Lukewarm would have to do. Hell, he should probably go with ice cold if he didn’t want this to be a short night. Placing a hand on Rio’s lower back, he moved him toward the tub. Not that Rio needed help, but Cade freaking wanted his hands on him.
There was barely room for the two of them in the tub. He maneuvered Rio under the water. The man still had blood on his chest from where it had soaked through his shirt. Cade tried to get a grip on his insistent dick. Really did, but his dick, it had a mind of its own. It pressed against Rio’s back, full and thick. The heavy, blunt head throbbed, spilling a little pre-cum against his skin.
Rio made quick work of scrubbing himself clean before he turned sideways, pressing his back against the tile to make room for Cade. He bit back a groan as their cocks brushed together.
Cade turned until he faced Rio, water running over his head and down his back. His cock standing to attention, leaning slightly to the left. His eyes hooded with desire, “Go down on me, Rio. Suck me.”
“Bossy fuck,” Rio muttered. He folded his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down on it. But he didn’t argue, he wanted Cade in his mouth as much as the other man wanted him there.
