A sultry grin crept across Bo’s face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. This time, when he went down, he knelt, mouthing Lucky’s erection through a layer of denim.
Oh, hell yes. Yes. Yes. Lucky nearly screamed in relief.
Too soon.
Bo rose again, yanking the thong away to reveal his own erect cock, the head swollen and purple. He ran his hand beside Lucky’s thigh, pulling the handle to recline the chair. Lucky fell backward with an “Ooomph.”
Grinning, Bo pushed Lucky farther back into the chair. He climbed onto Lucky’s lap, lowering the zipper of Lucky’s jeans, and working Lucky’s cock over the elastic of his boxers. Yes! Freedom.
But still he ached. Ached for Bo’s touch, to be inside of him—or for Bo to top.
“Oh!” Lucky let out a gasp when their cocks brushed, and he fought to reach out, grab them, hold them together while he pushed into his fist.
Bo rose, holding Lucky’s cock straight up.
What the…
Lining the tip of Lucky’s cock to his hole, Bo shifted.
And plunged down.
Oh, fuck! Slick, stretched, ready, Bo wasted no time, holding Lucky’s upper arms in a fierce grip and hissing through his teeth. Wearing nothing but his boots and hat, Lucky fully clothed, Bo rode him hard, up, down, back forth. Grinding onto Lucky’s groin. The chair creaked and chains rattled—Lucky’s new favorite song.
Tight, slick heat. Oh, hell. Sensory overload. Lucky threw his head back, fighting for air. Too much, too fast. Bo took Lucky’s face between his palms and plundered Lucky’s mouth. Nothing gentle about the battle of tongues, or the way Bo wrung pleasure from Lucky’s body.
Panting, moaning, Lucky strained against the chains to clutch Bo’s ass and help the pace.
But no. Helpless to do more, he bucked as much as possible, burying himself in Bo’s body.
Never breaking the kiss, Bo reached between them, stroking his cock in time with Lucky’s thrusts.
Harder, harder! Bo barely missed a beat, using the position to better angle Lucky’s cock inside of him.
Lucky gripped Bo’s thighs—all he could reach—and groaned out a long breath. Pressure built in his balls, drawing them up. Plunging into Bo felt damned good. He could go forever.
Then… “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!” Body tight as a bowstring, he shot, filling Bo intimately. Bo stiffened, rhythm faltering and eyes flying wide. Kissing Lucky with near brutal force, Bo joined Lucky in ecstasy, Lucky catching Bo’s cries in his mouth.
Bo convulsed, rocking his hips and gyrating down on Lucky’s highly sensitized dick.
Lucky’s brain spun, hyperventilation and hellifying orgasm bringing on a bad case of post-orgasmic stupid. What was his name again? He held Bo as best he could, fingers sliding off sweat-slippery skin.
That was… That was…
How could anyone come so hard and live to tell the tale?
Gulping air like a marathon runner, Bo let out a shaky laugh.
Lucky roused enough brain cells to ask, “What’s so funny?”
Bo sat back, Lucky’s softening cock still inside of him, every part of his face showing joy. “When I planned this, I hoped it would be good. I had no fucking idea.” He rubbed a hand over his face, momentarily hiding twin dimples. The Dimple had a smaller, less pronounced twin.
How fucking cute. Just when Lucky thought he’d figured Bo out, the man surprised him once again.
Bo rested his forehead against Lucky’s. “Did you like your surprise?”
What? A question requiring thought? Bo screwed Lucky’s brains out and expected him to have enough functioning gray matter to answer? Not happening. Lucky managed a nod.
“Good. I hoped you would.” Bo’s warm breath wafted over Lucky’s face.
