“Mmh,” It sent a shiver through him and made his breathing hitch.
“I kinda like waking up like this,” Saxon said. He whispered the words in Rick’s ear, sending a bolt of electricity shooting through him to his morning wood. If he kept talking like that, Rick was going to orgasm from his voice alone. That rumbling, sleepy growl… he couldn’t think of a word to describe it.
Yummy? Awesome?Neither were quite right.
Sexy?While it was true, Saxon’s voice was sexy as hell, but that word also wasn’t quite enough.
Mouthwatering?That one came close, but also not quite what he was looking for.
Delicious… Now we’re talking. That’s it. Saxon’s voice is delicious.
Saxon kept up the kisses on the back of his neck. A groan echoed through the room. It took him a second to register that he was the one who’d made the noise. He loved that with Saxon he didn’t have to keep everything he felt locked inside. The more encouraging noises he made, the more Saxon worked to drive him crazy.
Rick reached back with both hands and tilted his head to the side to give Saxon better access. Beneath his hands, Saxon’s thigh muscles were hard and hot, even through the bed sheets, which had bunched between them in the night.
Saxon’s tongue flicked against his neck, and Rick clamped down on his bottom lip to stop the sound that wanted to escape. Before he could remember important shit like breathing, Saxon’s teeth grazed over the same skin below his ear. How had Saxon learned all the places that would drive him crazy, and he hadn’t noticed? Rick couldn’t help himself, he arched into Saxon, rocking his hips back so his ass rubbed over Saxon’s morning wood.
Rick couldn’t stop the feelings that bubbled up inside him. He didn’t want to stop them either. Those feelings made everything stronger, more exquisite, heightening the pleasure and the ache inside him for the chance to make this thing, this relationship, last. This time, they both moaned.
Was this really happening, or was it some kind of sleep-deprived wet dream and he’d wake up in his own bed, kicking himself for yet again not telling Saxon that what they were doing was more than friends with benefits for him?
“You want me.” Saxon’s voice was low and rough. “Yes, or no?”
This right here was one of the many reasons, he couldn’t stop his heart from wanting Saxon. He didn’t assume he would be the top; Saxon was as willing to give as he was to take. Their lives were a constant stream of one adrenaline rush after the other. One stressful mission after the next. One of the reasons they had even started hooking up after that first chance encounter at a gay club in Germany was that they had found that together, the noise in their heads quieted. Enough to reset their brains at least, so they could focus on other stuff, like their jobs and not getting killed.
“Rick, yes or no?”
He was supposed to think? To answer questions? Seriously? Was Sax not reading him like the freaking paper? Could he not see that he needed the ache, craved the burn? That his body wanted the bite of pain to settle the jumbled mess that rioted inside of him? “Yes.”
The arm over his chest slid back so Saxon’s hand could burrow under his t-shirt, his fingers searching for a nipple. He plucked, rubbed, and pinched at it, sending shivers through Rick’s entire body.
“It’s been months,” Saxon told him, his voice almost guttural now. “You got called out before we got to this bit. Once I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
Squeezing his eyes shut to focus on the sting Saxon’s fingernail scraping over his nipple caused, he had to clear his throat twice to be able to speak. “And that’s a problem, why?”
Saxon opened his mouth over Rick’s neck and sucked hard, then bit down just hard enough to flip a switch inside his head, that bite of pain sending a rush of pleasure straight to his balls.
“Because.” The word rumbled through him from behind. “I haven’t been with anyone else since I met you, and I’ve been craving being buried deep inside you for the last six months.”
A mixed rush of relief and happiness made his heart do a ta-thump. Saxon wanted him too.Thank fuck.He’d take it. His balls tightened in anticipation, and his ragged breathing made it a struggle to get words out. “Did you imagine bending me over and fucking me until neither of us could stand?” he asked.
Saxon froze behind him, his dick pressing against Rick’s ass cheeks. The man might be frozen, but his dick wasn’t. It made tiny jerking motions against him. He decided to push some more.
“Do you remember how it feels when you’re deep inside me?”
Saxon’s hands tightened on him. Tight enough that Rick would carry the marks for at least a few hours. “I do,” he whispered.
“Did you jerk off to the memory of you fucking me, and me fucking you?”
“Yeah.” He growled, turned Rick in his arms, and slammed his mouth down on his. The violence thrilled and relieved him. Thank fuck Saxon wanted him enough to let go of that iron control he had, to let Rick see everything and hold nothing back.
Rick kissed Saxon and gave as good as he got, his hands pulling at the bed clothes and Saxon’s clothing, wanting to feel skin. He grabbed the bottom of Saxon’s shirt and pulled it over his head. He leaned back and stared at Saxon like he’d never seen him before. He decided it was a damn shame he’d never taken the time to scrutinize every inch of him before. “Fuck.”
“That’s the plan,” Saxon breathed out as he leaned forward and kissed him.
Pleasure, hot, sweet pleasure coursed through him. Rick wrapped his arm around Saxon’s shoulders and threw one leg over Saxon’s body so he could rub against his erection.
I fucking love your dick.
