“Choke me,” Dev growled. Dev’s throat vibrated against his palm with each word. “I know you want to. You’re mad at me.”
Those words crashed through him, probably the only thing that could penetrate the lust-filled haze. His hips slowed their thrusts. “Not hurting you, Dev.”
Dev’s head swung his direction, barely speaking above a whisper. “But you’re hurtin’ me. When you ignore me, it hurts me deep.”
Cash never wanted to be a source of pain for Dev. That summed up just about everyone else in Dev’s life. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”
With the strength Cash had left, he brought his biker to his belly on top of the mat. His hips continued to roll, this time sinking gently into Dev’s ass.
Over and again, their bodies came together, creating a crescendo of maddening pleasure. His arousal skyrocketed at the sounds created as flesh met flesh.
“Tell me.” Dev’s cheek rested against the mat. His eyes closed. Anguish covered his face. “You better goddamn tell me.”
“Tell you what?” Cash asked huskily, drawing out his reply, never wanting this moment to end. “That I love you. Is that what you want to hear?”
“Fuck yeah.” Satisfaction smoothed Dev’s brow as he pushed back against Cash, his hand going to his cock. “Makes it sweeter. Now, make me come.”
“I …” The orgasm he’d somehow managed to keep at a distance sent Cash’s hips bucking wildly. Any doubt that had wedged between his head and heart because of this crazy man’s overnight activities dissipated in a flash. “Love. You. I do.”
Yeah, saying it aloud made the sex sweeter.
“I’m ther—” Dev’s body tensed. His ass clamped around Cash, causing his rhythm to falter.
The darkening edges of his vision exploded into a blinding bright kaleidoscope of color. His body bowed under the pleasure as he emptied himself deep inside Dev.
He was lost to his biker. His biggest temptation and only salvation. If only they were in bed, he’d sleep. Drift off to dream land with his tattoo-covered prince sprawled beneath him.
=♥=
“You weigh a million fuckin’ pounds,” Dev panted, his face and body smashed into the mat. The position and person passed out on top of him, made breathing damned difficult.
“You’re never happy,” Cash whispered huskily against his ear. Cash’s tender lips pressed against the shell of Dev’s ear before he used one of those beefy arms to hoist off him. About a third of the way up, Cash lost his strength, tumbling heavily down again.
Any lingering breath he’d managed to gain was pushed from his lungs. Good. At least now he knew his fate. Death by asphyxiation was imminent.
“You wore me out, Devilman.”
Instead of trying to rise again, Cash pushed his hands under Dev’s body, trapping him from underneath. Cash nuzzled his face into the crook of Dev’s neck. “If only we could stay like this forever.”
“Yeah. Same. But get off me.” Dev had to gather all his strength to lift enough to dislodge Cash, rolling him to the side. Cash brought Dev with him, refusing to let go. His pretty boy was a cuddler. Dev wouldn’t admit it aloud to anyone, but with Cash, he was one too. Except this angle hurt.
“I’m a mess.” Normally being covered in come, having it drying on both the front and back of his body wouldn’t bother him too much, but his mister was a clean freak. Some of that attitude was rubbing off on him.
Seconds later, Dev was released, unceremoniously tumbling back to his belly as Cash rose to a sitting position, assessing the cleanup situation.
“Hang on,” Cash said and rolled to his feet in that fluid way he had, heading straight for the open kitchen. Mmm. Dev dropped his chin on the back of his hand, lost in the beauty of all that naked flesh. Too bad Cash liked to wear all those clothes. He looked so damned good out of them.
His guy was damned considerate too, flipping on the faucet, allowing the water to run as he rolled several paper towels around his hand. He tested the warmth of the water, letting out a long, jaw-cracking yawn.
Cash dampened the towels, swiped it over his belly and cock before coming back to Dev. His sweet guy took it upon himself to clean Dev’s back.
The chill of the towels was completely unexpected. Dev twisted away from the contact. “Hey now,” he yelped in surprise.
“What do you expect?” Cash said smugly, again reaching for Dev to continue the offensive assault. “It takes twenty-five minutes to get hot water. Does anything work properly around here?”
His skin was too heated, the towels too cold. Dried come seemed far better than the cleanup option. Dev rolled to his knees while grabbing the towels from Cash to efficiently swipe his front by himself. “I’m a first-time landlord. Maybe I didn’t get everything right, but I’m learnin’ as I go.” As Cash opened his mouth for a rebuttal, Dev’s brow cocked in challenge. He lifted a hand to cover Cash’s lips. The insults needed to stay inside. “Tell me what they said about additional security?”
The teasing came to an abrupt end. Cash’s entire body tensed. “Why? Has anything else happened?”
