Giving up, Lucky did his best to calm down, allowing Bo to run the show. Bo pushed in and pulled nearly all the way out, then back in, swiveling his hips.
“You’re killing me,” Lucky moaned.
Bo laughed. “Nah. We’re just getting warmed up.” He stopped playing, thrusting in and receding, over and over and over. “Like that? You like when I cuff you and have my way with you?”
“Oh, hell yeah!” Then the capacity for words escaped Lucky as Bo brushed against his sweet spot deep inside.
They rocked against each other, Lucky seeking friction for his cock against Bo’s belly while avoiding the clasp of Bo’s chaps. The leather squeaked along with the bed and the soft tapping of the headboard and chink of handcuff chains slapping wood.
Inside, Bo stroked Lucky, hit all the right places, filled him so completely. “I need to come,” Lucky pleaded.
“All in good time.” Bo redoubled his efforts, the bed, Lucky, Bo, and the entire world shaking in time with Bo’s thrusts. The muscles of Bo’s arms and chest stood out, and he hung his head, panting, but never losing the rhythm. “Lucky, I…” Bo’s muscles seized, and he bit his lip, making whimpering noises. He threw back his head, gasping out, “Ah, ah, ah!” and jerked against Lucky. Once, twice. He held still, muscles bulging in his shoulders and upper arms as he supported his weight while buried deep inside Lucky’s body.
“Bo, I…” Lucky needed. Damn, but he needed.
Bo pulled out. On shaky arms he descended, taking Lucky between his lips.
This time Lucky didn’t hold back, shoving into Bo’s mouth. Bo grabbed his hips, holding him down, working magic with his lips and tongue.
Electricity tightened in Lucky’s groin. Reality faded. He came, spasming on the bed, pulling against his restraints. Bo took every drop Lucky had to give and collapsed beside Lucky on the bed.
That was… That was… So. Fucking. Good.
They sucked in air, Lucky reveling in the bit of soreness in his ass. He’d definitely feel this tomorrow. “You gonna uncuff me?”
“Maybe I should lose the keys, keep you tied to the bed forever.” Bo raised his head, eyes shining and lips turned up.
“That’s about the only way to keep me from making an idiot of myself.”
Bo’s smile faded. “No, it’s the only way to keep you safe. Especially if I sit outside the door with a gun. Lucky, I’m scared for you, but understand one thing. If anyone comes for you, they’ll have to get through me first.” He held Lucky’s face with warm palms and kissed him soundly. When he broke the kiss, he unlocked the cuffs and kissed the abrasions on Lucky’s wrists. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Bo might never know how much.
“I love you more.” Then again, maybe Bo did.
