Chapter Three
Bryan woke in the dead of the night, comfortable and ready for a snack.
He eased himself up, hating the way that the distance felt between him and Deke. He didn’t understand it, really, either. This wasn’t normal for him. He didn’t usually sleep with people.
Deke groaned and he froze at the edge of the bed, watching as Deke, still asleep from what Bryan could tell, reached blindly for him.
“Shh. Shh. You’re okay.” He took Deke’s hand and stroked it.
“Mmm. Bry...”
He was pretty sure Deke was still asleep, and that was pretty cool, how he’d been able to make Deke settle immediately. That was...incredible. Was this the kind of thing he was missing by keeping to himself?
“Going to grab a snack,” he said softly, continuing to stroke the back of Deke’s hand. “Be right back.”
Deke grunted, one eye opening as he let go of Deke’s hand. “Did you say food?”
“I said snack.” He grinned. This he was totally comfortable with. “You wanna?”
“Hell, yeah. I’m starving.” Deke sat up, then stood and stretched, body gloriously naked and shining in the moonlight that came in through the window.
“Come on. I have chips, dip, sandwich stuff. Cookies.”
“Did you say cookies?” Deke asked, grinning like a loon. “I did mention I had a sweet tooth at some point this evening, didn’t I?”
“I have chocolate chip, Oreos, and a box full of snickerdoodles.” He loved snickerdoodles.
“Yes, please.” Deke dropped his hand onto the small of Bryan’s back, following him into the kitchen, and suddenly he realized he was naked. Like bare-assed naked. And so was Deke. They were wandering around his house utterly naked like it was perfectly normal. Normal and hot as hell.
Deke grinned at him, eyes on his filling prick. “You promised me cookies. I’ll take care of that after my sweet tooth has been assuaged.”
“I promised you cookies, cookies you will get. Milk?” He was far more comfortable steering the conversation, and Deke’s focus, onto food. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t grabbed his robe or some sweats or something.
“Please—nothing goes better with cookies than that.” Deke was still checking him out and the man’s impressive cock was responding.
Bryan pretended he didn’t notice. “You have a preference, or you want some of each?”
“Two each of chocolate chip and snickerdoodle, please. Can I help by pouring out the milk?”
“Sure. Glasses are in the cupboard to the left of the sink.”
Deke moved around his kitchen with confidence, the strong body a sure distraction.
Bryan pulled out the sweets, finding a couple of chocolates to go with.
Deke poured out the milk and grabbed both glasses. “Where are we eating?”
“You want to take it back to bed?”
Deke grinned, nodded. “I do. I was hoping you weren’t the can’t-eat-in-bed type.”
“If we leave crumbs, we’ll brush them off.”
“Or lick them off.” Deke winked, but Bryan had the feeling it wasn’t a joke.
“We could do that.” He could get into licking. It sounded safe.
“Even if there aren’t any crumbs,” Deke suggested, following him back to the bedroom.
“A man after my own heart.”
“I might be after more than your heart.” Deke’s lips twitched as he said it.
Bryan snorted and pretended to misunderstand. “Are you after my soul?”
Deke’s eyes widened momentarily, then he smiled, winked. “Among other things, baby.”
Baby. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about that, not entirely.
Deke put the milk down on the bedside table and sat against the headboard. He patted the mattress. “Bring me the goods.”
Bryan grinned wide. “Are you talking about the cookies or me?”
Deke nodded vigorously. “Yes. Absolutely yes.”
Well, that was cute as hell. The confidence, the wonderful assurance that he would end up in Deke’s arms.
Of course, he was climbing onto the bed, wasn’t he, the spot next to Deke calling his name. He handed over the cookies, then settled in, close enough that he could feel Deke’s heat. This totally wasn’t like him, but he couldn’t deny the draw Deke had on him. He wanted more of...everything.
Deke grabbed a chocolate chip cookie and took a big bite. “Mmm. Cookies.”
“You do have a sweet tooth. I approve.”
“I do. I love meat and all, but I couldn’t do without my sweets.” Deke finished the cookie and grabbed one of the snickerdoodles, making the best noise when he took a bite out of it.
Bryan grabbed a snickerdoodle, too, humming over the cinnamon-sugar goodness, chasing it with a swallow of cold milk.
Deke leaned in and licked the corner of his mouth, tongue wet and agile, and Bryan would be damned if he didn’t feel tingles shoot through him from the spot where Deke had licked.
“You had a crumb.”
“Did I?” He followed the same path Deke’s tongue took with his own.
“Uh-huh.” Deke pressed their mouths together, tongue sliding against his and following it back into his mouth. The kiss was long and deep, and when he pulled back, Deke gave him a shit-eating grin. “That was because I wanted to see how the cookie tasted in your mouth.”
“You approve?” His cock sure did. Deke’s kisses had to be on steroids.
“I do indeed. I think the only thing better than sweets are sweets from your mouth.”
Which was cheesy as hell, but Bryan had a hard time complaining about that, considering Deke was saying it about him.
Then Deke pressed their lips together again, groaning, filling his mouth with the sound and with Deke’s breath.
“That,” Deke said after he’d pulled away again, “was because I wanted to kiss you.”
“I think I liked that one best, so far.”
“Yeah?” Deke smiled and ate the rest of his cookie, then snagged his second snickerdoodle and munched on it as well. “Hold that thought, I don’t want the cookies to go to waste.”
“They’re cookies. No waste.” He laughed at his own cleverness.
Deke snorted and drank down half his milk before pouncing him, fingers wrapping around his waist and squeezing. He found himself hauled onto Deke’s lap, their bodies pressed together.
“If I had to choose, you’d win out over the cookies—over any dessert.” Deke licked at his lips, then took it to a kiss, invading his mouth and filling him with the unique flavor of Deke himself.
Bryan did like a little flattery with his seduction, although he didn’t require it. Deke’s mouth was seduction enough. As was the solid, amazing body he was pressed up against, every muscle hard. God, Deke made him buzz.
Deke reached down and grabbed his cock and he was almost shocked to realize he was hard already. “Love the size of you.”
“Thanks.” Because Deke was stacked and broad shouldered, possibly the hottest bastard alive.
“You don’t have to thank me with words.” Deke’s eyes gleamed with a wicked streak that made Bryan hot as fuck. The way Deke began stroking him didn’t hurt any either, the big hand moving slowly, climbing up and down his cock. Every third or fourth stroke Deke would rub his thumb across the top of Bryan’s cock, pressing against his slit.
He caught himself rolling, pushing up into the touches. Deke had an amazing touch, and great hands. When Deke touched him, all his better sense went poof.
“You’re a responsive one, aren’t you?”
He snorted, bit Deke’s bottom lip playfully. Deke snapped his teeth together, but didn’t bite him back.
“It wasn’t an insult, baby. It’s one of the things I like about you. Who wants to have sex with someone who lies there like a dead fish?”
“No one.” Hell, he hadn’t had sex for a while, honestly. And when he had, it hadn’t been like it was with Deke. Not at all.
“No, because dead fish aren’t sexy. Trust me, I should know.” Deke wrinkled his nose and it came off cute as hell.
“Right. Mr. Diver. You know from fish.”
“I do. Fish, mermaids, sirens, they’re my bailiwick.”
“Wouldn’t it be cool if mermaids were real?” he joked.
“They are. I’ve seen one with my own eyes.” Deke looked like he was being serious.
“Ha ha.” Mermaids were made up. They weren’t real.
Deke smiled. “There’s more in this universe than you have ever dreamed of, Horatio.” Deke frowned, head tilted. “I don’t think I got that quite right. I don’t suppose Shakespeare’s going to jump out of his grave and shoot me for the liberty.”
“No but your tenth-grade English teacher might.”
Deke shrugged. “I didn’t exactly have a tenth-grade English teacher. And this is so not sexy talk.”
“No. Let’s talk about kissing and sucking, the good things.”
“Uh-huh. Kiss me. Suck me. I want to come down your throat.” Deke brought their mouths together, putting an end to actual words. Now they were talking with their bodies. And it was unlike anything he’d ever known.
They crashed together, a low cry caught between them. Deke’s hands were on him, each touch firm and solid. He knew Deke was leaving bruises and the idea excited him. He shied away from that thought and distracted both of them by making a move. He grabbed Deke’s cock, shoving his hand down between their bodies and wrapping his fingers around the thick shaft.
“You do have great hands, baby.” Deke’s voice was a little thick, husky.
“They’re my livelihood.” He’d better be able to use them.
Deke grabbed his free hand and brought it up to his mouth, kissing Bryan’s knuckles. The act was dear, and made him blush all over. Then Deke brought their mouths together and the kiss was rough, eager, surprising him, shocking him. Almost as much as him liking it did.
Deke’s strength was intoxicating. Bryan was a big guy, but he was sure Deke could manhandle him easily. He maybe wanted to see that, to feel it. Who would know if he let it happen? Who would know if he gave in for a night or two?
Deke tugged his hand up over his head, holding it there as the kiss continued, deepened, threatened to devour him. His heart began racing, and he found himself caught, trapped in between what he knew and what he was curious about.
Deke met his gaze, held it. “I want make you come until you can’t see straight.”
“I don’t even know what that means, man.”
“It sounds hot, though, doesn’t it? Sexy and wild?”
“Yeah. Wild. Outside my comfort zone.” This wasn’t what he was used to. His neighbor was the kinky one, not him.
“Being pushed outside of your comfort zone is good for you.” Deke bit at his lower lip, tugged on it.
“How do you know? It might be dangerous.” It sounded dangerous; it sounded exciting. It sounded like something good people didn’t chase after.
“The only danger you’re in is of loving it. Wanting it.”
“For a day or two, huh?” He could maybe do that, chase the sensations Deke was offering.
“That’s a start.” God, Deke’s eyes were making him promises.
“We’re talking again,” he pointed out.
“Damn, we’ve got to stop doing that.” Deke put an end to the conversation by kissing him again, tongue pushing into his mouth. There was something about Deke’s kisses that made him lose his mind, forget himself.
Deke rolled him over, stretching him out beneath him. Grabbing both hands, Deke pulled them up over his head and put both wrists in one hand. Fuck. So strong. So fucking strong. He tugged, testing Deke’s grip, finding it as solid as an iron brand.
Deke bit at his lower lip, then sucked it in, pulling on it. Then a kiss landed on his collarbone, another on his neck. Without warning, Deke bit him where he’d been kissing, teeth surprisingly sharp. “I want to eat you up.”
Shh. No talking. He arched down, driving his cock against Deke’s. Deke ground back down against him, pushing him into the mattress, and suction started. He could feel the blood rushing to the surface, called there by Deke’s lips. He groaned, and Deke bit harder, marking him, bruising him where anyone might see.
When the suction ended, Deke licked his way upward, stopping to bite at his chin. Then their mouths met again in an explosive kiss. He wrapped his legs around Deke’s waist, squeezing and holding them together. God help him, he wanted more.
“You need so well,” Deke murmured, hips beginning to move, rocking their lower bodies.
“Yeah. You, too. Fuck.” He felt like his skin was lit up, the fire shutting down his brain
“Oh yeah, I’m going to show you how good it can be.” Deke kept rocking, his cock hard against his own, a fucking brand.
“More,” he demanded. They could totally come like this and it would be the hottest thing ever.
“Lots more.” The rocking got more intense, as did Deke’s kisses. All the while his hands were trapped, caught in Deke’s hand over his head. There was something wickedly erotic about the grip, the squeeze of Deke’s fingers.
Deke grabbed his tongue and began sucking, pulling rhythmically. He groaned at the unique suction, his body trying to understand what he was feeling. Deke used his free hand to touch Bryan’s nipples. Not hard or twisty, but even the gentle touches he felt deep. God, he needed.
“Gonna take this sweet ass and make you fly higher than you’ve ever been.”
He groaned softly, his hole clenching at Deke’s words, at the thought. He hadn’t in so long, but Deke’s fingers had been magical earlier, had made him feel amazing. It made him want to know how it would feel when Deke gave him more.
Deke nipped his lower lip, and gave his right nipple a little pinch at the same time. He jerked, automatically trying to cover his nipple, but Deke held his hands firmly over his head.
“Let me go.” A part of him hoped Deke didn’t really do it, not this time. He refused to examine that.
Deke shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”
“No?” His cock jerked, rocking between them.
“No. You can stay where you are and I’ll decide when to let you go.”
“You like to play games, huh?”
“This isn’t a game. I’m going to make love to you.” Deke rubbed his belly, fingers warm and sure.
He wasn’t sure if there was a difference between fucking and making love, except the latter sounded nicer. And given Deke’s care last night, maybe there was a difference after all. He found himself wanting to know.
Deke’s fingers continued their downward journey, sliding along his cock in a touch that was more of a tease than anything else, but Deke seemed to have a plan. He let his eyes fall closed and let himself feel. It was just him and Deke.
The big fingers wrapped around his balls, Deke tugging gently, then a little rougher. His toes curled and he sucked in a deep, deep breath. Oh, that was different. Intense. Deke rolled his balls next, touching one and making it move, then the other. Playing with him. Then Deke tugged, a long, slow pressure. It made him restless and he spread his legs, heels digging into the mattress. Deke grunted and pulled a little harder.
“Fuck. Fuck, gentle.” Careful. Bryan was awfully fond of those.
“I’m not going to break anything, I swear. I want everything in proper working order.”
“You’d better not. I need those.”
Deke chuckled softly. “I’m real fond of them fully functioning and attached, I promise you that.” Bending, Deke pressed a kiss to his left nut, then to the right.
“Oh.” Oh, that was unexpected and hot and it made him shudder.
He could feel Deke’s lips curving into a smile against his skin, then both his balls got another kiss, then licks, the touches fucking incendiary. Then Deke took one in his lips, the sudden heat and pressure making Bryan scream.
Again he felt Deke’s smile, then the man’s hum vibrated his ball, making a shudder move through him. No one had ever licked his nuts before, and it felt incredibly intimate. Another hum vibrated his flesh, then another, and that, combined with the suction, had him right on the edge.
Then, as quickly as Deke had taken his ball in, it was released, the sensitive orbs tugged down again. “Not yet.”
Deke slid his fingers behind Bryan’s balls, rubbing the sensitive patch of skin, then pushing even farther back to touch his hole.
“Mmm. I love a swollen, little hole.”
Warmth curled in his stomach.
God, the things Deke said. And did. Deke pressed against his hole, pushed his finger in to the first knuckle or so, and wriggled it around.
“Hot and sweet. You beg to be filled up. Beg for it.”
He would have denied it, except his legs were falling open, spreading wider for Deke without him even meaning to do it. Deke had made him come from this yesterday and he had to admit, as much as his earlier experience hadn’t been great, Deke had him curious, wanting to know more.
“Are you a wanton little slut, Bryan?”
“Shut up. Not. Not at all.” He shook his head. Deke had to hush.
Deke’s lips curved in another smile and a hot kiss was pressed against his inner thigh. “I bet you are. I bet you need a good, hard fuck.”
Well, he couldn’t deny that. He didn’t even want to. He’d been thinking how he wanted to know.
Deke grabbed the slick and opened it. The man moved with slow deliberation, and Bryan could feel his anticipation building.
“Have you ever taken a man’s fist, baby boy? Have you ever ridden a huge plug?”
“No.” And he wasn’t going to think about any of those things, either.
“You like hearing about it, though, don’t you? You like hearing about the things we have to look forward to.” Deke’s voice was thick, an eager note in it.
Like Deke wasn’t going to be gone in a week. The man was military. He had somewhere to be.
A single finger pushed into him, slick and cool, but warming quickly. Deke groaned. “I love how tight you are.”
He clenched, bore down, making it even tighter. How could he crave this after only one time?
“Sexy baby.” Deke pushed his finger deep, fucking Bryan with it, stimulating him inside, warming him through, and when Deke went from one to three fingers, Bryan grunted and sat up halfway. That was huge.
“Slower?” Deke asked, his fingers disappearing altogether.
Bryan cried out at the loss. He definitely wanted this. He didn’t care if he should or not, the truth was that he did. “Don’t stop,” he begged.
“I’m not. Let’s go two first, though. Build you back up to three.” Sure enough, Deke pushed two fingers into him and there was the tiniest burn. Bryan refused to admit it almost wasn’t enough, but soon he was riding Deke’s fingers, body bucking almost without his permission as Deke found a slow, even rhythm. The man was trying to make him crazy.
“Please.” He needed more. He truly did.
Deke’s fingers disappeared once again and Bryan groaned, reaching for Deke’s shoulders. He didn’t know if he was reaching to shake them or to hold onto them, but by the time he had his fingers wrapped around them, Deke had added more lube and was pushing three fingers into him. The stretch and burn made him moan; damn, this felt good. No way he could deny that.
Deke pushed his fingers deep, then tugged them all the way out again. Then breached Bryan once more, the push into his body making him burn harder, the unexpected touch against his gland making him light up with a fire.
“Oh, right there. Sensitive boy.” Deke kept hitting his gland, the sensation shooting through him almost continuously, making him try to levitate right off the bed. “We’re going to fly together.”
Not-so-soft bites marked his belly, his thigh, his chest, each one seeming to burn. He never thought he liked that kind of thing, but it was hot. It felt intense, intimate and necessary. And goddamn it, he wanted more.
Moaning, Deke bit his hip, teeth sharp, digging into his tattoo, and suddenly lightning hit him, jolting through his body.
“Fuck! Deke. Shit, what was that?” He shuddered, feeling like electricity surged through him.
Deke licked the tattoo, traced it with his tongue, and he was buzzing, like he’d gotten hold of a live wire.
“I... I gotta... Fuck! Fuck! Please!”
“You begging me to fuck you?” Deke looked like the thought made him very happy.
“I... Yeah. Yeah, come on.” He wanted that so badly.
“That wasn’t begging, baby.” Deke traced the tattoo with his tongue again, setting Bryan back on fire.
He twisted away, his balls full, his cock throbbing. “Fuck!” He needed something, anything. Each lick to his tattoo made that feeling increase.
“Still not begging.” Deke grinned up at him, then went back to licking his damn tattoo. How could licking at his tattoo feel so fucking good? Get him so fucking riled up?
“Going to... I’m getting up. I’m getting up, damn it.” He couldn’t take the sensation anymore. It was too good—too intense.
“You don’t want to beg me?” Deke asked, moving to lie half on him, keeping him right where he was. “I know you want it.” Deke pushed his fingers deep again.
“I... I want it. Fuck, I do. That burned, man. Never felt anything like that.”
“This?” Deke licked his tattoo again and he bucked. “Huh. Neat.”
“No.” No, it wasn’t neat. It burned.
“Weird?” Deke asked, giving him an alternative word.
“Yeah. Intense. Very.”
Deke went back to fingerfucking him, leaving the tattoo alone. Bryan began to move, to rock into the touch, to ride Deke, the tension easing up just enough. Those big fingers stretched him good and wide, getting him ready for Deke’s huge cock. He should have been worried about the size of that thing, but he wasn’t. In fact, his shoulders rolled up, driving his ass down on the heavy fingers.
“You need so fucking hard. It’s intoxicating.” Deke pulled his fingers out.
“Uh-huh. Hurry. Hurry, I need it. Now.” Now was good for him. Before he thought about it too much, before he changed his mind.
“You still haven’t begged me,” Deke pointed out, sliding on a condom and lubing himself up.
“I did. I said please, damn it.”
Deke grinned and kissed him, hard. “Maybe it was the tone...” Then Deke winked and the next thing he knew, that thick cock was pressed against him, slowly opening his hole.
“Oh.” He wrapped his legs around Deke’s hips, his eyes closing as he tried not to tense up. He wanted this. He shouldn’t but he did, so he had to let Deke in. He needed that heavy cock slamming into him, spreading him, driving into him. He couldn’t believe he was thinking that, but he couldn’t deny it.
Deke moved slowly, though, pressing in deeper and deeper. Bryan could feel every inch of Deke’s cock as it invaded him, the careful push almost making him cry, a lump forming in his throat. It hadn’t been like this with anyone else. But Deke made it special, made it hot. Made him feel precious and he wanted it so badly.
Deke slowly increased his pace, filling Bryan over and over. He’d never been into a huge amount of ass play, but this man was a master. Deke kept moving, kept proving himself. He’d never felt anything like it. Maybe everyone else had done it wrong.
Increasing the speed and strength of his thrusts, Deke drove in even deeper. Deke’s hips slapped against his ass, his entire body beginning to burn. Groaning, Deke bent and brought their lips together, the kiss adding fuel to the fire, their tongues sliding and slipping against each other.
The kiss drove their fucking, Deke pushing in harder than ever. A slight shift had Deke hitting his gland with each push in. Bryan’s eyes rolled back in his head, his entire body clenching.
“Hold on, baby. Let’s make it last as long as we can.”
Deke might have been saying wait, but his body was driving Bryan toward his orgasm. Those hips slammed into him, driving him faster and harder, slapping his ass.
Deke’s gaze found his and held it, boring into him as they fucked, as they joined together. Grabbing his hip, Deke tugged him into the thrusts, adding more strength to their joining and making his tattoo burn into his flesh.
So weird. So. Fucking. Weird. He’d have to go to the artist and make sure it wasn’t infected or something.
Deke found his gland again, pegging it hard and pushing everything else from his mind. The burning at his hip became a part of the fire that raced through his whole body, driving him toward his orgasm.
“Please,” he moaned. “Please, I need more.”
At his pleas, Deke wrapped a hand around his cock, fingers gripping it as Deke jacked him. Each squeeze to the tip of his cock went straight to his balls.
“Yes!” His eyes flew open, the world spinning madly. God, he wanted this, wanted Deke filling him. Wanted the ache.
“Come for me, baby. Let me smell you.” Deke slammed in harder, insisting he give it up and come for Deke.
Heat poured out of him like Deke had pushed a button deep inside him, demanding his orgasm. Deke growled loudly and punched into him a few more times, each time hitting his gland and making his orgasm last. Then that growl became a roar and Deke froze, every muscle tensed as he filled the condom.
Bryan sucked in one deep breath after another, his chest heaving like a bellows. Deke collapsed against him, elbows digging into the mattress on either side of him keeping Deke from resting his entire weight on Bryan.
“Hey. Hey. Wow.” And also, damn. He’d never felt anything like that. Ever. Hell, he hadn’t known that existed.
“Yeah. Wow. You are the hottest man I have ever known.” Deke smiled at him, looking like he wanted to simply melt on the spot.
Given that Deke was a pure stud, he could only moan with pride.
Deke groaned as he pulled out, leaving Bryan empty. His asshole clenched and the ache was fierce, making him want to reach back there and fingerfuck himself. What was wrong with him?
Deke got rid of the condom and came back, snuggling up against him. The man was turning out to be a champion snuggler. The heavy line of Deke’s shaft pressed up against his ass, the touch hot, solid, like Deke was laying a claim. The strong arm around his waist felt the same.
He caught himself rocking back, riding the shaft. No. No more.
“Still wanting?” Deke asked, sliding a hand down to cup his balls.
“I’m sorry. I’m not a...a slut, man. Just aftershocks.” He was a one-and-done kind of guy. Usually.
“You say slut like it’s a bad thing. I wouldn’t be upset if you were a slut for me.” Deke licked at his neck, sending another shiver through him. Then the hand around his balls squeezed gently before sliding up to rub along his cock.
“I’ve come and come.” And he couldn’t stop wanting.
“And you still want me. I know the feeling.” Deke rocked against his ass, his cock the hottest brand he could imagine. “Your ass begs to be taken.”
He swallowed. He couldn’t deny it.
Deke’s cock pushed at his hole, then slid along his crack, then pushed at his hole again.
“Sweet baby. You want to take me in again? You need to have that hungry little hole filled right up?”
“Shh.” God, yes.
“That didn’t sound a lot like ‘yes, please, with sugar on top’ to me.” Deke’s cock pressed against his hole again then backed off. “I want to hear you say it. I have to hear you say it.”
“Please.” He ground the word out, but it didn’t get him what he wanted.
“I want to hear you tell me what you desire.” Deke rocked against him, keeping the thick cock from his hole. “I want to hear the words. Say them. Tell me exactly what you want.”
He pressed his lips together, not letting the words out. Deke continued to move, though, that thick heat a promise as it slid along his crack. “You! I want to feel you inside me.”
“There you go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Deke shifted away, and the crinkle of another condom sounded before Deke pressed the tip of that fine cock against Bryan’s hole. Against and then in, Deke finally penetrating him again.
He groaned, chin down as his aching body took Deke in, every inch. All the way to the root, the hot head bumping into his gland.
Deke’s groan filled his ear, the sound racing through him. “Fuck me, you’re fine.” Then Deke nuzzled his jaw.
He pushed back against Deke, meeting each thrust into him, trying to take Deke in deeper. They rocked together, slow and easy, Deke’s hand on his pelvis, drawing him in to every thrust. He couldn’t believe they were doing this again. Or that he wanted it so damn much.
Deke moaned for him and punched in, the hand on his belly pulling him back into the thrust. “Mine, hmm? My baby boy.”
Fuck yes. Don’t stop.
Deke didn’t stop. In fact, the slow thrusts sped, became more intense. Each one pushed Bryan’s pleasure higher.
Then Deke leaned down, teeth pressing into the curve of his shoulder. They worried his skin for a long moment, then Deke bit down, teeth sharp, the sensation going straight through him and settling in his balls.
At that moment, he shot and Deke did too and it was almost like he could feel Deke’s orgasm as well as his own, it was that intense.
Deke rested against him for a moment before pulling out and it was everything Bryan could do not to cry out in disappointment. Maybe he really was a slut. But maybe just for Deke because he’d never wanted like this before. Deke’s warmth returned, snuggling up against him as Deke pulled the covers up over them. Then one strong hand wrapped around his hip, holding on, the tattoo tingling gently.
Bryan didn’t know what to make of it all, but as he felt Deke’s chest rising and falling rhythmically against his back, Deke’s breath wafting softly over the bite on his shoulder, he knew, crazy as it sounded, he didn’t want to be anywhere else.
So he stayed.