Bo’s mouth curled into a smile, revealing The Dimple. That glorious, glorious dimple in his cheek, which only appeared when the man was truly happy.
He was happy. Content. At peace.
So was Lucky. No matter what bullshit came his way outside these walls, nothing negative touched him in the safety of Bo’s arms.
He lost himself in the slide of his tongue against Bo’s, the pressure of Bo’s hands running up and down his bare skin.
The subtle shift of their weight rubbed their erections together through two layers of cloth. Lordy, if he got any stiffer he’d tear right out of his shorts.
He ran his hands up Bo’s back and gripped his shoulders.
Bo retreated, his smirk kicking up into a full-blown grin. He placed a splayed hand mid-center of Lucky’s chest and pushed.
Lucky wobbled and fell onto the couch. The couch flipped back. Bo pounced. They tumbled onto the floor. Who the hell cared, with Bo rubbing himself against Lucky, bringing his mouth down to connect again.
“God, I want you,” Bo murmured against Lucky’s lips.
Before Lucky could answer, Bo deepened the kiss, joined their fingers, and raised Lucky’s hands above his head.
Click. Click.Bo sat back on his heels.
“Wha…” Lucky yanked his arms. Cuffed to the coffee table. Restraints. Being at Bo’s mercy never failed to get Lucky worked up, but never at his lover’s expense. “Bo, you don’t have to do this.”
“I want to. Being tied down is my hang-up, not yours. It’s something you want. I’ll always give you what you want.” He got on all-fours and bit lightly where Lucky’s neck met his shoulder.
Chills raced along Lucky’s arms and spine, and tingling shocks hit his groin.
Down Bo worked, swiping his tongue over Lucky’s Adam’s apple, across his neck, and back up to nibble an earlobe. He swept his hand through the hair on Lucky’s chest, tweaking one nipple, then the other. Taking his own sweet time, he smoothed his hand through the patch of hair leading down to the parts of Lucky in serious need of more attention.
At one time they’d fucked hard and fast, as if the other might disappear at any moment. That still happened, but he’d grown a whole new appreciation for taking his time—when he wasn’t on the receiving end.
Hard and fast with Bo in the driver’s seat. Slow enough to drink in every gasp and moan when he dished out the pleasure.
Lucky growled his frustration.
Bo chuckled and sifted his fingers through Lucky’s treasure trail, carefully avoiding Lucky’s cock. Lucky surged upward again, chasing Bo’s hand.
Bo lifted his head from Lucky’s shoulder. “You never were a patient man.”
“I see no reason to start now.”
All humor fled Bo’s face and lust heated his gaze. “I like having you like this, you know. The great big, terrifying T-Rex, tied up and at my mercy. I can do anything I want and you can’t stop me.”
Technically not true, but lying on the floor with a hot man over him wasn’t the time for Lucky to argue. “What do you want to do to me?”
Bo trailed his fingers up and down Lucky’s torso, then mapped out the muscles in Lucky’s arms with a fingertip. “You’re so hot like this. You love seeing me in my chaps, but seeing you all stretched out, letting me have control, drives me fucking insane.”
His eyes gleamed.
Lucky was so fucked. Or soon would be.
Bo yanked off Lucky’s tennis shoes, one side of his mouth lifted. Next, he undid the button and zipper of Lucky’s jean shorts, spread open the fly, and lowered his face to Lucky’s groin.
Oh… Oh! Lucky bucked up when Bo licked the very tip of his cock.
Lucky let out a frustrated groan. Bo’s mouth, his amazing mouth, should be sucking Lucky off by now, not teasing.
Bucking his hips to speed the action only caused Bo to grip them firmly and hold Lucky down.
