Lucky bucked again, because having Bo fight him, hold him down, take away his free will, shot electricity straight through him.
Bo would never hurt him, would release him at the first sign of distress, loved Lucky as much as Lucky loved him.
Bo eased back, taking all clothing south of Lucky’s waist with him. Lucky’s cock sprang free, so hard it hurt. A bead of fluid clung to the head.
With a wicked grin and an exaggerated tongue swipe, Bo licked the drop away.
Heated gaze locked to Lucky’s, Bo pulled his T-shirt up, breaking eye contact only long enough to yank the thin cotton over his head.
Mr. Everything-needs-to-be-in-its-place tossed the fabric away to join Lucky’s clothes on the floor.
Bo rose gracefully to his feet, muscles bulging in his lightly furred legs. In the years they’d been together, Bo still managed to keep his lithe runner’s build. He pulled down his shorts and tossed them to the side.
His uncut cock rose against his belly from a neatly trimmed thatch, and he gave the dark head a few strokes with one hand while reaching behind his balls with the other, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.
As beautiful as he’d been before, he’d now become gorgeous as all fuck.
Lucky let out an involuntary whimper and shifted, being careful not to yank too hard on the handcuffs and topple the coffee table to the floor, ruining the illusion of bondage.
Anticipation thrummed through him and he clenched, already imagining the burn as Bo sank into him. They never really planned who topped or who bottomed—or maybe they did, with some kind of unspoken signals.
He spread his legs, knees bent and feet flat against the floor. Bo’s eyes widened for a moment, and he dropped to his knees.
Without so much as a word of warning, he sank to his stomach on the floor, hooked his hands under Lucky’s thighs, and lifted.
Feet now off the floor, most of Lucky’s weight rested on his shoulders. Before he could protest, Bo dove, swiping his tongue up…Oh!
Lucky fought to keep his eyes open, but he had to watch as Bo ran his tongue around Lucky’s hole.
Bo’s eyes slid shut. He continued his assault, sending shivers up Lucky’s spine.
Tongue swipe after tongue swipe.
Fan-damn-tastic. Too much and not enough at the same time.
Lucky gripped the handcuff chains, legs trembling.
He’d never come like this before, but if Bo kept going…
Just when he couldn’t take another moment of foreplay, Bo added a slick finger.
“Hot damn! Motherfuck…” Lucky murmured. The sensation of tongue and fingers nearly sent him over the edge. He rocked back as best he could, nearly folded up like a pretzel. His abs quivered.
Bo eased Lucky’s legs to the floor and settled between, lining up his cock to Lucky’s hole in one smooth motion. He pushed, barely breaching Lucky’s ring of muscles, and pulled back.
Lucky growled low in his throat. “Stop teasing and fuck me already.”
Bo chuckled. “You’re a pushy bottom, you know that?”
“I’m a pushy everything.” Lucky lunged down to more fully impale himself, hissing through his teeth. Somewhere Bo had gotten some lube, but he hadn’t stretched Lucky to the point of no pain.
Just the way Lucky liked.
Eyes intent on Lucky’s face, Bo pushed in and pulled out, going deeper each time. At last his balls rested against Lucky’s ass. Bo let out a low moan, eyes closed, face rapturous. “I’ve missed this. More than you know.”
So had Lucky. Arms supposedly out of the game, he wrapped his legs around Bo’s thighs and rocked until he and Bo established a rhythm. Caught between Bo and Lucky’s bodies, Lucky’s cock slid against skin on a slick of pre-cum.
His arm muscles began to burn, his back growing uncomfortable at the odd angle. The distraction allowed him to last longer, because he had four hours of Bo’s undivided attention and he damned well intended to use them.
