Before he could react, Bo was on him again, arms and mouth everywhere, attacking with an unseen before ferocity.
Where had this come from? Running his hands over Lucky’s chest and tweaking both nipples, Bo latched his mouth onto Lucky’s neck.
There’d be marks come morning, but Lucky didn’t care.
Inside his jeans, his cramped cock ached for release. He rubbed against Bo’s thigh, anything for some friction.
Clamping both hands onto Lucky’s shoulders, Bo pushed, knocking Lucky to the couch. The Hell Bitch’s cousin slammed open, nearly throwing Lucky to the floor.
He found himself there anyway a moment later, one foot aloft as Bo yanked off, first one shoe, then the other. They hit the wall with heavythunks.
Lucky liked when Bo got aggressive, but hurricanes didn’t have this much power.
Bo undid Lucky’s jeans, grabbed the legs, and jerked, sending the denim flying. At least he took a bit more care with Lucky’s boxers, else he might have ripped Lucky’s cock off along with the material.
With a pounce to do the cat proud, Bo dropped to his knees, shoved Lucky’s legs apart, and dropped between. With absolutely no finesse, he took Lucky into his mouth, sinking down to the root.
Oh, hot damn! Lucky combed his fingers into the dark waves of Bo’s hair, bucking up and hanging on for dear life.
Now,thiswas a blowjob!
But… This shouldn’t be all one way. Lucky surged up, grasping Bo by the shoulders and urging him onto the floor, snatching a pillow off the couch at the last moment and shoving it under Bo’s head.
He dug his fingers into the front of Bo’s shirt and wrenched the fabric open, sending buttons pinging off the walls and floor.
Two could play the destroying shirts game.
Skin. Lots and lots of glorious skin, a smattering of hair, and two nipples pebbling nicely under Lucky’s tongue and teeth.
He licked and sucked his way across Bo’s pecs, up and up to his neck, wrenching a moan out of his lover. God, how he loved this man. Would do anything for this man.
He moved aside the hummingbird charm hanging from a chain around Bo’s neck when the spirit animal totem got in the way.
Bo’s loafers came off much easier than Lucky’s tennis shoes, and the material of his slacks slithered when Lucky removed them and tossed them to the floor.
Bo wore nothing underneath. Hot. Damn.
Lucky descended, swiping away a drop of pre-cum from the slit of Bo’s cock, then sank down on the shaft, moaning at the scent, the feel, the fullness against his lips.
He pulled off and dropped lower, taking Bo’s balls into his mouth, first one, then the other.
Bo groaned and lifted his hips, digging his fingertips into Lucky’s scalp.
He could suck Bo forever, loving the way one look at his partner sent fire coursing through his veins. What had he ever done before they met? How had he survived?
Running his hands up Bo’s thighs, Lucky worshipped Bo’s perfect cock with his mouth, earning panted breaths and small whimpers. How good they were together, how right.
His world upended and he once more found himself staring into dark eyes full of hunger and lust.
He neither knew nor cared where Bo got the lube, only opened for Bo’s touch, the passion hot enough to sizzle while Bo prepared him for something larger than his fingers.
Letting his legs fall open, Lucky hissed in a breath when Bo breached him, then wrapped his arms around a strong back and his legs around muscular thighs.
He visualized the way Bo’s bubble butt must look, flexing as he drove into and out of Lucky.
So fucking good. Bo filled him perfectly, hitting all the right spots and pounding with an intensity just shy of pain.
Bo in control, taking what he wanted, giving Lucky what he needed.
