Chapter 10
Nash
“Which stripper do you think is hottest?” Royal asks Zade.
Zade tilts his head, studying his options as they dance on several stages, in various stages of undress.
“Tough call, but that little twink on the far stage is pretty cute. We could have a lot of fun with him.”
“What do you think, Nash, you want to bring a fourth man into our bed?” Royal teases, waggling his eyebrows at me.
“You two keep me more than occupied, so I think I’ll have to pass on that,” I deadpan, pulling Royal into a quick kiss.
“Yeah, he’s cute, but he’s got nothing on you two,” Zade agrees. Royal rolls his eyes and pinches Zade’s nipple through his shirt.
“You’re just saying that because you don’t want Nash to out romantic you.”
Zade shrugs but doesn’t deny it.
“You have to admit, Nash is far too sweet for the two of us,” Zade points out. “We need to up our game to keep him happy.”
“True, he does deserve the world,” Royal agrees, looking back at me with love in his eyes. “But I think he secretly likes that we’re basically overgrown frat boys. He’d get bored in a second with sweet boyfriends.”
It’s my turn to roll my eyes.
“Why don’t you try it out for a few days and we can see how it goes,” I suggest sarcastically.
“We’ll take it under advisement,” Royal quips.
Zade scoots closer to me so I release Royal to give him a kiss as well, letting the love I have for both my men wash over me.
“Holy shit, look at this.” Royal holds his phone up for Zade and me to see.
Wedding Photo at the Little White Wedding Chapel
“Wow. You think it was Madden and Thane?” I guess.
“I don’t know; Madden was pretty dead set on having their wedding next weekend. Thane has been trying to convince him since they got engaged to skip the whole thing and do a quickie wedding here. You think Madden caved?”
“It’s possible,” Zade shrugs.
Gage
I press Beck’s back against the door of our hotel room, his legs locked around my waist, as I try to get the key card into the lock without breaking our kiss. When it finally slots into place, I finagle the handle until the door swings open. Beck is laughing against my lips as our tongues lick against each other, our lips moving in tandem, and our aching cocks rubbing together through our clothes.
My heart feels like it’s going to burst with happiness as I hold my man in my arms. My man...forever.
“I need you inside me, please,” Beck begs as I maneuver us over to the bed.
“Always so impatient,” I tease, sucking and nibbling on his neck as he writhes in my arms. “I don’t want to put you down, how about up against the wall?” I suggest.
“Hell yeah. But you’ll still have to put me down, so I can get my clothes off.”
I grumble but do as he asks, hurrying to strip my clothes off as soon as he’s on his feet so I can limit the amount of time I’m not holding him.
I watch, mesmerized as he unbuttons his pants and shimmies them down. Knowing he’s been going commando all night has had my dick in a constant state of semi-hardness. Watching his cute little ass jiggle as he works his tight pants down has me dropping to my knees to worship him.
I help him tug his pants down, and my breath catches when I discover sheer, white thigh highs with pretty lace embellishments.
“You still had something pretty under here just for me,” I murmur in awe as I trail kisses along the back of his thighs and along the lingerie.
“Always, baby.”
My pulse thunders in my ears as I run my hands over the swell of his ass.
“Bend over for me?” I request, and Beck obeys, bending forward and resting his hands on the bed in front of him. “So perfect.”
I spread his cheeks in my palms and tease my tongue from his taint up to his hole, savoring the musky taste of sweat and Beck. My cock pulses, swinging freely in front of me, desperate for friction.
I lap at his sweet pucker—Beck’s whimpers and moans music to my ears.
“Please, Gage, please.”
“I’ve got you,” I assure him, nipping at his round cheeks before standing and reaching for my suitcase to get the lube. “Stay there.”
Beck nods his head and bends farther, resting his head against his arms, folded on the bed.
I squeeze a generous amount of lube onto my fingers and toss the bottle aside. Beck shivers as my fingers tease along his cleft until they meet the rough skin of his entrance. I slide two fingers in easily, savoring his gasp when they brush against his prostate.
“I need you,” he whines.
Taking mercy on him, I slip my fingers out and pat his ass.
“Stand up.” Beck whirls to face me eagerly, his cock bobbing in front of him, precum coating the tip, his balls already firm and high, so close to release. “Jump,” I instruct, holding my arms open for him.
He wastes no time scrambling up my body and into my arms like he belongs there, because he does belong there.
I spin us around to brace Beck against the wall, and then I move my hips until they find Beck’s hole. I tease him with my tip for a few seconds, drunk on the feeling of him trembling in my arms, his body blushing beautiful with desire, his cock leaking onto his stomach. My gaze travels over his face, his long, dark lashes, crimson lips, and glitter on his cheeks. He’s a wet dream come to life.
“You’re everything; I love you so much,” I murmur against his neck as I push inside him.
Beck gasps as I breach the first tight ring of muscles, and then he starts to claw at my back, begging me to give it to him faster, harder.
“I love you, god I love you so much,” he cries out as I thrust into him, harder and deeper with each snap of my hips.
“Lean back a little,” I tell him, taking a small step back so he can brace against the wall better.
The change of angle has him crying out, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Right there, oh god, don’t stop.”
I grunt in approval and continue to drag my cock against his prostate with each punishing thrust. His channel tightens around me, and the blush on his skin deepens. And then he tenses, a deep groan tearing from his chest as his cock explodes, untouched, shooting long ropes of thick cum all over both of our stomachs as I fuck him through his orgasm.
My own release follows quickly, heat flaring in the pit of my stomach as my balls ache and my cock begins to pulse in the confines of Beck’s tight ass, my cum filling him as I groan his name against his lips.
My legs give out and we both end up crumpled on the floor, next to the wall, sweaty and laughing.
“God, you’re good at that,” Beck says breathlessly, as he combs my blue hair out of my face.
“You inspire me.” I run my hand over the soft material of his stockings and then along the rough hair of his upper thigh. A little shiver of delight runs through me, and I pull Beck closer. “We’ll make it over to the bed eventually,” I assure him.
“Wherever you are, I’m happy to be.”
“This night has been crazy, huh? Are you happy?”
“I’ve never been happier. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Has all the wedding stuff made you think of Johnny much?”
“Not as much as I would’ve thought,” I answer thoughtfully, still trailing my fingers over his skin. “Mostly that I feel sad he didn’t get to have all this happiness.”
Beck nods in understanding.
“Come on, let’s shower and get into bed. I want to feel your arms around me all night.”
“Forever,” I agree, standing and sweeping him into one more kiss before leading him to the shower.