He worried the inside of his cheek between his teeth as he squeezed his eyes closed. The taste of his own sweat was salty and sharp against his tongue. Want cramped in his balls and stomach, a drumbeat of pleasure just at the border of pain. He dragged his hand along his cock, familiar with the right places to squeeze the shaft and the scrape of his callused fingers against the velvet-soft skin.
“No,” Morgan said, his voice raw with lust. “I want you to look at me.”
“I just….” Boyd bit his lips to hold back a whimper as Morgan thrust into him. He dragged a breath back in and tried again. “I’m going to come.”
“Good.” Morgan pushed himself up off the ground and into a sitting position, one arm hooked around Boyd’s hips. He bit a kiss into Boyd’s shoulder and then up his throat, his teeth and lips rough enough to leave marks under the stubble. As Boyd opened his eyes, Morgan caught his chin between his fingers and pulled it down. “I want to watch you when you come. I want to see it in your pretty eyes.”
There was someone’s cock deep in his ass, Boyd’s own hard-on trapped between their bodies, and Boyd still felt himself blush at the compliment as though it were a first date, not a hookup. Morgan laughed and kissed him.
“You’re so damn cute,” he muttered against Boyd’s mouth. He tightened the arm he had around Boyd’s waist as he thrust into him with hard, fast jerks of his hips. Boyd’s cock rubbed against his stomach, sweaty skin slick against the hot length of it. “How can you be so cute and so fucking hot at the same time?”
Boyd grabbed Morgan’s shoulder, dug his fingers into the muscles, and glared at him. “Bite me,” he muttered.
Morgan grinned and did as he was told. He bit a hard kiss across the seam of Boyd’s mouth. “Baby, I’ll do anything you want me to.”
He thrust up with a hard, impatient slam that buried him deep inside Boyd’s ass, and Boyd’s fingers spasmed clumsily around his cock as he came against Morgan’s stomach.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he felt his muscles clench tightly around Morgan’s cock to wring out the last teaspoon of come from his balls. He stared at Morgan as he came, and then he leaned in for a kiss. He rested his hand on Morgan’s lean cheek, his palm against the fine prickle of stubble and warm skin as he feathered the kiss over damp, parted lips.
Morgan groaned and thrust into him again with two unsteady strokes that jarred through Boyd’s body as he came. Once he was spent, he slouched back onto the floor and pulled Boyd down with him. His cock slid out of Boyd’s ass as they squirmed to get comfortable, a tangle of dark-furred legs, bare, tanned ones, and ragged breathing.
“I’ll talk to Shay,” Morgan said.
He didn’t have any hair on his balls either, Boyd noticed as he pulled the sticky condom off Morgan’s cock and tied it up. Waxed, Boyd guessed, since he had a skim of light, golden hair on his chest and arms.
“You don’t have to.”
Morgan shrugged. “I’ll probably fuck your life up sooner or later,” he said. “It won’t kill me to do one thing that you want me to.”
Chapter Ten
MORGAN SPRAWLEDout on the bed, linen sheets cool against his sweaty skin, and folded his arms behind his head as he watched Boyd get dressed. It was a good view, all long, lean lines and wiry muscle. Despite his jokes the night before, he obviously didn’t need to be self-conscious about his body. It was—Morgan tilted his head to the side and watched as Boyd hop-tugged his wrinkled jeans over the tight curve of his ass—definitely okay.
The twitch of his recently spent cock, bare and sticky against his thigh, mocked Morgan’s halfhearted attempt to undersell how fucking hot Boyd was. He ignored it. It was never a good idea to get too attached to anything, anyone. Morgan learned that lesson young, and it had never steered him wrong since.
Nice was safe.
Boyd wasn’t. He was everything Morgan knew he couldn’t have and didn’t fucking deserve—good, kind, hot as hell, his pale skin marked from Morgan’s mouth and fingers, bruises on his hips and bite marks scraped over his chest and shoulders.
Yeah, none of that was safe. So Morgan buried it, down deep where he didn’t have to remember it, and just enjoyed the nice.
“You don’t have to talk to Shay,” Boyd said as he sat down on the end of the bed to pull on his sneakers. He was still shirtless, and the muscles in his back flexed under his skin as he tied the laces. “That wasn’t why I slept with you.”
Morgan snorted and pushed his foot against Boyd’s ass. “Slept withmeans you gotinthe bed. We fucked.”
The word felt uglier than usual in his mouth. Sprawled on the floor, his cock pressed against Boyd’s ass,fuckhad been dark and sweet as Boyd begged for it. Now it was coarse and rough-edged, aimed to puncture whatever fantasies had settled in to make Boyd’s pretty damn eyes so bright.
It was meant to make Boyd bristle—just because Morgan didn’t want anything more than this, didn’t mean he wanted Boyd to agree—and get the point. Instead Boyd just glanced over his shoulder and flashed a smile.
“I’ve got to be at work in a couple of hours,” he said as though it were an invitation. He twisted around and got his knee under him as he stretched up the bed to brush a quick kiss over Morgan’s mouth. “I’ll leave Shay’s number if you want to call him, but it’s up to you.”
Morgan caught Boyd’s elbow as he started to draw back. Fuck that kiss. Boyd didn’t get to brush him off like some unsatisfactory one-night stand, with a dry buss and a number on the back of a coaster.
He pulled Boyd back down into a wet, messy, careless kiss. It was rough and hungry, all bitten lips and stolen breath. The taste of Morgan’s skin was still on Boyd’s mouth, and he smelled of sex. After a startled moment, Boyd relaxed into it, his body sprawled on top of Morgan. His thigh nudged against Morgan’s cock, denim rough against the sensitive skin, and he curled a hand around the back of Morgan’s neck.
“Okay,” Morgan said as he dropped his head back onto the pillow. “You can go now.”
Boyd started to follow his mouth down and then caught himself. He leaned back and licked his lips, his eyes narrowed in irritation.
