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“I don’t want rest,” Ian continued as he climbed the stairs. “I want your mouth. You can start with the buns.”###
Ian could feel Hollis’s scalding gaze on his ass all the way into their bedroom. Anticipation and desire buzzed in every part of his body. He’d been attracted to the cop from the beginning, but he’d had no idea their chemistry would only burn hotter and harder as time passed. He’d never spent so much time learning another person’s body, and Hollis was damn thorough with his. He left no room for any sort of feelings of inadequacy and the way he touched and kissed—it blew Ian’s mind. It was like Hollis needed to know everything about him, what each part of his body tasted like, how it smelled. Sometimes, it was like being inhaled.
He’d never felt anything like it and had grown to crave the man’s complete…attentiveness. He was just so damn aware of Ian, his erogenous zones, his habits—anything that made him smile or yell in ecstasy. Hollis truly got off on Ian’s pleasure.
Ian was lifted off his feet at the end of the bed and tossed face-first onto it. Laughing as his boyfriend’s heavy body came down on top of him, he opened his mouth to tease only to have his voice cut off when Hollis scrambled down and took his earlier request very seriously. He buried his face in Ian’s ass.
“Have I ever said you make my mouth water?” Hollis asked, gravel in his voice. His breath on Ian there made him shiver.
Teeth sank into his cheek, then into the crease where his legs met his body. Moaning, Ian lifted his hips off the bed to give Hollis more access, and his moan turned into a strangled cry as his hot, wet tongue speared into his hole. Hollis took his time, thrusting his tongue, making everything wet and turning Ian into a quivering mass of need.
“I can’t get enough of you. Will never get enough.” Kisses and bites fell on and around, teeth scraping the back of his thigh. Hollis growled and buried his face, nuzzling his whiskered cheeks against sensitive skin, licking his perineum.
Gasping and writhing, Ian tried to tell him he felt the same way but his voice broke on a gulp as a lubed finger sank inside him. He hadn’t even noticed Hollis grabbing the bottle. All he heard were his own ragged breaths and the sounds of need he couldn’t stop from spilling out of his mouth.
“Fuck, GQ,” Hollis breathed as he pressed his lips to the small of his back. “You make me crazy!”
“In,” Ian managed to gasp. “Please!”
That big body he loved disappeared as he stripped fast, then came over him and Ian spread his legs farther apart and lifted his hips.
Hollis groaned as he pushed his cock inside Ian, the sound long, low, and rumbly. He pressed his teeth into the muscle between his neck and shoulder. Not hard enough to break skin but enough to hold on as he slid in as deep as he could go. The man loved using his teeth, and fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing.
“Yes!” Ian shouted as that feeling of fullness, that stretch, blacked out his vision. He loved this. Loved it! Nothing in the world felt like having this man’s cock inside him and the added sensation of Hollis’s large frame holding him down, the hot breath on his neck, and the hitch in Hollis’s breathing—it all coalesced into pleasure overload.
Ian lost himself in their movements, the thrusts, the lips in his hair. He reveled in the hard grip on his hip when Hollis leaned to the side and reached down to lift him into his lunges. Time ceased to exist when they were locked together.
Hollis’s movements sped up, his panting becoming hoarse cries that lifted Ian’s lust into another realm. He got off knowing that he could bring those sounds out of him. When his rhythm broke and his thrusts grew erratic and shallow, Ian knew Hollis was about to blow. He pushed hard and deep inside Ian one last time and yelled, his body shaking, his fingers tightening on Ian’s hips.
Holy shit, there was nothing more scorching on Earth.
Ian reached down to grab his cock, but Hollis abruptly pulled out of him, flipped him over, lifted the apron he’d forgotten he was still wearing, and swallowed his dick down to the root. The abrupt change from the aching need for friction to warm, wet pressure made him bow up off the bed. He thrust into Hollis’s mouth once, twice, and the orgasm that hard suction pulled from him felt like it came from his toes. He curled them into the bedding. “Hollisssss!”
Shuddering and gasping, with every muscle in his body clenched, he felt like he wouldn’t stop coming and Hollis took it all, his hands on Ian’s hips—his thumbs doing that thing he always did on the bones, the sexy vee as he called it. The vibration of a groan rolled over his now sensitive cock and he quivered and went boneless, sinking into the bed with his eyes closed.
