Oh, holy shit.
Saxon was right back to him, licking and nuzzling at his balls, while he once again pushed lube-covered fingers deep into his ass. Pleasure burned through him, and Saxon kept fanning the flames with his mouth on Rick’s balls until he had to stop him.
“Sax.” His voice was so guttural and deep he almost didn’t sound like himself.
“Yeah?” One of Saxon’s hands stroked him, cupped his balls, then rubbed the sensitive skin between his sac and his ass.
“Please,” he managed to get out as his ass clenched around Saxon’s fingers.
The smile on Saxon’s face told him the asshole fucking loved teasing him.
“You still want me?”
The enthusiastic clench of Rick’s ass told Saxon everything he needed to know. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out, tugging on the rim of Rick’s hole. He replaced them with the head of his dick, before pushing into him, slow and careful.
Saxon paused, allowing Rick to catch his breath, controlling the urge to fuck him hard and fast. It would be over too soon if he did that, either by causing Rick too much pain or by finishing way too soon. Neither wanted it to be over fast, both wanted to savor, to push each other into orgasm after orgasm, each wanted to watch the other lose themselves in pleasure.
Rick moaned deep in his throat and rocked his hips, taking Saxon deeper. Saxon leaned over him, licking and kissing at his lips while he carefully controlled his thrusts into him.
Finally, he was all the way in, buried deep, and Rick shuddered, his ass muscles quivering all around Saxon’s dick.
“Please… Move?” Rick managed to plead, his fingers digging into Saxon’s forearms.
“Gimmie a second.” Saxon’s eyes were squeezed shut. The veins on his neck stood out as his muscles tensed.
Rick groaned, struggling to find the words. “Fuck… me, please? I need it.” He tried to move and roll his hips, but Saxon held him still, his hands pushing on Rick’s shoulders, keeping him pinned to the bed. They were leaving hand and fingerprint bruises on each other. Rick didn’t give one flying shit that others would see. Each bruise would remind him of this, not that forgetting would be possible.
Saxon loved the need and frustration on Rick’s face, loved knowing he controlled what happened and when he could blow Rick’s mind. “You’ll wait for me to decide when and how,” he growled. “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll never do stupid shit like allow yourself to be taken off the damn street again.”
Despite all the times they had been together, this was the first time he’d noticed a possessive tone in Saxon’s voice. Never mind his belly doing flip flops… his heart took over and did them instead.
Rick’s breath hitched and he looked up at him, the need and want showing clearly as if he spoke the words again, and Saxon lost it. He pulled out, then pushed back in hard, grunting as he bottomed out.
Rick threw his head back, digging it into the pillows as Saxon repeated the move, pulling out slow, then pushing in until he could go no farther, their balls slapping together. Saxon gripped Rick’s dick, stroking him root to tip, matching his movements to his fucking again, and again. His whole body shook, and Rick called out his name right before he groaned deep and low, his dick spurting cum on the skin of their stomachs.
Rick’s ass muscles clenched around him, and it felt so fucking amazing, Saxon fucked him even harder, until he couldn’t hold back any longer, his own orgasm taking over. Bolts of lightning shot up his spine like nothing he could ever remember feeling before.
Rick was shaking, tears running down his face. He sucked in a breath and winced as Saxon gripped the condom and slid out of him. Saxon pulled off the condom, and tied it to prevent more of a mess than they’d already made. He grabbed some wipes from next to the bed and cleaned them up as much as possible, then flopped down on the pillows beside Rick.
Rick buried his face against Saxon’s neck. He struggled to pull enough air into his lungs. He’d wanted the burn, had needed it. The ache in his ass kept delicious shivers jolting through him.
“Did I hurt you?” Saxon wrapped his arms around Rick, holding him close. This was new, for him anyway. Cuddling after sex had never been on the agenda before, with anyone. He decided it was fucking awesome. He could get used to this.
“You ruined me,” Rick whispered. Another aftershock shiver shook through him. He lifted his face and looked at Saxon. “I fucking loved it.”
“Thank fuck.”
Chapter Ten
“You’re whistling.”
“Huh?” Saxon frowned at Luc. The damn idiot had lost his mind. He did not whistle unless it was to get someone’s attention.
“I’m telling ya, you’re whistling.” Luc smirked at him. “Isn’t he whistling, Zenko?”
“Is that what he was trying to do?” Zenko pressed the button on the treadmill to give him a steeper incline. “Sax, you can’t carry a tune for shit.”
“Fuck off,” Saxon pulled the tabs on his gloves with his teeth, loosening them enough to pull off the boxing gloves he’d just used. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Rick still going at the bag in the corner with kicks and jabs. Swiping one hand across his mouth told him he wasn’t drooling. Nope. Whistling… yeah, not him. Luc and Zenko had lost their minds.
