Bo kept the covers around his waist, naked torso on full display. “I think I know a way to occupy some of that time.”
“Got anything particular in mind?” Lucky peeled off his boxers and T-shirt in record time, and crawled half-on, half-off of Bo, running his hand under the covers.
Bo rolled them, flipping back the covers to reveal black leather chaps and a full erection. Oh, God. Bo hadn’t worn those in a while. Images came to mind of Bo undercover in a motorcycle gang. They hadn’t taken the Harley Davidson for a ride in ages.
Bo’s gorgeous bubble butt framed by black leather. Lucky’s heart pounded. Bo in a suit? Sexy as fuck. Bo nearly naked in black leather? Wet dream come to life.
Whenever the world tilted, leaving Lucky unnerved, being under Bo, letting Bo take control, brought Lucky back to himself. Centered him. How had Bo known what he needed tonight?
“You have the right to remain silent.” Bo lifted Lucky’s wrist and fastened it into a handcuff attached to the headboard. How had Lucky not seen? “Unless you want to scream my name.” Bo secured the other wrist and straddled Lucky.
Lucky’s cock reached full hardness.
Bo wrapped his hand around both their erections, trapping them together, and gave a few strokes.
“I’ll give you an hour to stop that,” Lucky said, eyes in danger of rolling back in his head.
Bo cocked his head to the side. “Quiet.”
Oh, bossy Bo on the menu tonight. Lucky tested his bonds. For Bo, restraints were terrifying, due to a traumatizing event from his past. For Lucky, cuffs added spice to bedroom play, but also offered a measure of security.
Because he trusted Bo, and while Bo didn’t like being tied down, he seemed genuinely interested in indulging Lucky’s kink.
Bo released their cocks, running the barest tips of his fingers up Lucky’s chest, over his shoulders, and up his confined arms. Chills followed in their wake.
The whole time, Bo lightly humped against Lucky. He bent and ran the tip of his tongue over Lucky’s lips, withdrawing when Lucky opened his mouth. Smiling, he descended again, sliding his tongue along Lucky’s and letting out a shaky breath.
He sat up, gazing down with appreciation in his eyes. “I love to see you like this. The cocky bantam rooster, totally at my mercy.” He played his fingers over Lucky’s skin, down, down, down. Lucky flinched when Bo teased a ticklish spot.
Bo wrapped those warm fingers around Lucky’s cock, giving a few quick strokes. He slid down the bed and planted kisses to the inside of Lucky’s spread thighs.
“Get on with it,” Lucky groused. He ached to have Bo in him, filling him, driving all thoughts from his head.
Bo smiled up at him. “Impatient much?”
“You know I am.”
The smile left Bo’s face and he stared up with near lethal intensity. “You’ve taken so much on yourself. Relax. Let someone else be in control for a while. Take care of you.” He ran his lips lightly over the reminders that Jimmy bested Lucky. Gentle. Oh, so gentle. Kissing the hurts instead of telling Lucky what an idiot he’d been.
Lucky relaxed back onto the pillow, closing his eyes. Warm wetness slid down on his cock and he fought not to buck up, hurry things along. If Bo wanted slow, Bo got slow.
Until he teased Lucky past the point of no return.
Balls, cock, taint, thighs, hole. Bo lavished attention, lips, tongue, light teeth scrapes. Oh, God. He’d make Lucky lose his mind for sure.
“Bo!” Lucky pleaded, not quite knowing what he asked for. Something. Anything. Release.
“Shh… I got you.” Bo ran spit-slicked fingers over Lucky’s hole, probing, circling.
Lucky gasped when Bo inserted two fingers, twisting, stretching. Massaging Lucky’s gland. Lucky nearly lifted off the bed, opening his eyes.
Bo’s gaze connected, holding Lucky’s full attention.
From the folds of the covers, Bo produced a bottle of lube. Slowly, slowly, he slicked himself, lined up, and pushed inside, his leather-clad calves and thighs caressing Lucky’s own.
Lucky pulled at the cuffs, but not to get free. Never to get free. He wrapped his legs around Bo, urging him faster.
Bo chuckled, warm breath caressing Lucky’s ear. “What’s your hurry?”
