Other than his arms going a bit numb, Lucky was in Heaven. “Oh, yeah.”
He breathed through the brief painful flare, clenching his teeth. Gradually the pressure eased, giving way to the sheer ecstasy of his lover sliding in farther, and farther still.
Any moment someone might step out of the back of the club and catch them. Lucky couldn’t give a damn. Not when Bo shoved into him again and again, gripping his hips tight enough to leave bruises. Rough. He got rough because Lucky liked rough. Bo stepped out of his comfort zone and restrained Lucky because Lucky liked it.
Did his best to give Lucky whatever he needed.
They’d talk about this later.
Lucky shoved back, slamming Bo into him. “Damn, yeah. Fuck me! Harder!” He impaled himself on Bo’s cock as much as the handcuffs allowed.
Fuck yeah! Pressure began in his groin, building, building.
“You feel so good,” Bo panted into his ear.
Bo released his hips, wrapped both arms around Lucky, and held him tight. He bit the base of Lucky’s neck and tongued the side of his throat.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
Lucky chased the glorious feeling of Bo inside of him, angling so Bo’s cock connected with his prostate. He gripped the handcuff chains, arching up to meet each stroke.
The two of them. Always the two of them.
At the moment, they were one, breathing in harmony, bodies in tune. Bo’s desperate gasps matched Lucky’s own.
Harder and faster they loved. Hands, mouths, cocks, the rough brick abrading Lucky’s chest.
“Lucky!” Bo hissed. He took one final lunge and held, deeply buried inside Lucky.
Didn’t his name on Bo’s lips push Lucky right over the edge? Both fire and chills ran through him, zinging through his nerves. Droplets of cum hit the wall in front of him and he cried out, swaying back against Bo and yanking on the cuffs.
Bo melded to his back, Lucky panted, gulping in air.
Damn. That was just… damn.
Bo brushed a kiss on the back of Lucky’s neck and retreated, taking his heat with him.
In a daze Lucky fought to remain upright when Bo put his clothes to rights and removed the handcuffs. He kissed each wrist and caressed the abraded skin. “You okay?”
Lucky froze. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Bo redid his pants, pushing what had to be a paper towel-wrapped condom into his pocket, slung an arm around Lucky’s shoulder, and led him out of the alley and through the parking garage to Lucky’s Camaro. He handed Lucky what remained of his shirt. “Sorry ‘bout that. I got carried away.”
Lucky arranged the ripped cloth over his torso the best he could. “I like you getting carried away.” He glanced around. “Where’s the Durango?”
“I had Loretta drop me off. Ty’s studying at a friend’s house, and Todd’s helping Rett put together a bookcase. They won’t be back until late.” A street light’s glow showed Bo’s grin. “Just us grownups. Whatever shall we do?”
Lucky shot Bo some side eye. “If the house is empty, why didn’t we go there?”
“You griping?”
Um, yeah. What a stupid thing to do after getting his brains screwed out. “Not in the least.”
“We’re not finished yet.” Bo rounded the hood and got in the passenger side of the vehicle while Lucky took his place behind the wheel.
“We’re not?” No complaining, but if they went a second round they’d have to switch up. Lucky would be feeling tonight for a while. He paid at the window and drove out of the parking garage.
“No. Turn left at the intersection.”
