Skin to skin, breath mingling, his chest filled to bursting. He’d never believed in love for himself. Never thought he’d want to be with one man.
Bo had waltzed in, wanting permanence, a home, kids.
But not marriage—until he wanted to prove a point.
Bo had been right the first time. They didn’t need words or a piece of paper to bind them together.
Lucky pressed a kiss to Bo’s shoulder, a silent“I love you.”The mark he raised at the base of Bo’s neck meant,“I need you.”
With the trail of kisses he peppered over Bo’s chest while wriggling southward, he conveyed,“Don’t ever leave me.”
When he took Bo’s cock between his lips again, all other thoughts drifted away. Bo’s scent, the glide of loose skin over hardness, the drop of liquid at the tip, all distracted him in a way only Bo could.
He took Bo from tip to root and back again, Bo cheering him on with “Oh, God, yeah!” and writhing on the sheets. Bo stared down at Lucky, the visual contact of gaze on gaze more intimate than any sexual encounter with someone else. Holding the base of Bo’s cock with one hand, Lucky meshed the fingers of his free hand with Bo’s.
Bo clasped his fingers, eyes drifting closed.
The tightening of Bo’s muscles gave warning, but before Bo came, he pushed Lucky away. “No.”
“What the h—”
Bo cut off Lucky’s words by bodily dragging him up the bed and flinging him onto his back on the mattress. Oh! Forceful.
Lucky liked.
Bo rummaged through the nightstand and returned. Joining their mouths in a bruising display of passion, Bo popped a top and rubbed wet fingers against Lucky’s hole.
Lucky certainly bottomed a lot lately.
He wouldn’t complain.
Instead he groaned, welcoming Bo’s fingers into his body. Just for a moment though, enough to get him wet. He wrapped a hand around Bo’s wrist and growled, “No. I want the burn.”
Bo obliged, settling between Lucky’s legs and driving in.
Lucky breathed through the momentary discomfort. Bo paused, staring down at him with questioning eyes.
In answer, Lucky pushed back, gradually relaxing and the pressure turning to pleasure. Twisting his hands in the sheets, he met Bo’s next stroke, not thinking, only feeling.
Bo, sliding into and out of him, the sweep of thigh against thigh, the tightening of Bo’s nipples beneath Lucky’s fingertips.
Brushing their tongues together, catching Bo’s cries in his mouth, Lucky gave himself over completely. Snaking a hand between their bodies, he stroked himself to the beat of Bo’s thrusts.
Tension built, that sweet, sweet moment when he hovered on the edge—then tipped over into bliss.
“God, I love you,” Bo cried out. He sank in to the hilt and stilled his hips, muscles rigid and holding his weight off Lucky on trembling arms.
Lucky jerked, slickness forming between their bellies. Bo let out a heavy groan as Lucky tightened around his cock.
They shuddered together, riding wave after wave.
Bo pressed his forehead to Lucky’s, and in a breathless whisper, said, “I love you.”
Lucky answered by hooking his legs over Bo’s thighs, taking Bo’s face between his hands. He skated his lips over Bo’s, slowly, slowly, then opened his mouth and invited Bo in. They both moaned, plundering, attacking, the kiss still frantic though the passion waned.
Breathing hard in and out, they prolonged the moment, joined in the most intimate way imaginable.
Their breathing slowed, muscles demanded movement. Lucky eased his legs down and let Bo slip free.
