"You almost broke your neck."
Rico scoffed as he swept up some of the smaller litter into a pile. "I'm not that clumsy."
In all seriousness Mitch told him, "You could have gotten hurt. Be careful."
"Yes, boss." At that, Mitch made an unhappy noise, and Rico looked over at him. "What? You are my boss."
"Aha," Mitch said, sounding skeptical.
"You are. I'd do anything you tell me," Rico said, his voice full of all kinds of dirty possibilities.
Mitch took a deep breath, and Rico was sure that he would just tell him to can it and get back to work. But then his eyes flicked down Rico's body, and he thought that maybe there was something else Mitch had in mind.
"You have a job for me, boss?" Rico asked as he set aside the broom he was holding.
Mitch groaned again at being called that, but differently this time, more like a growl. Walking over to him slowly, Rico placed a hand on his chest and looked into his eyes.
"You worked hard. You deserve a reward, boss," Rico said in a husky voice. Leaning into him, Rico felt Mitch's breathing speed up just as his own pulse started to race and his breath hitched in his throat.
He was excited and also afraid that Mitch might push him away. He didn't. Mitch put his left hand at Rico's lower back and his right reached up to his face. His fingertips trailed over Rico's cheekbone then threaded through his hair.
As the palm of his hand rested against Rico's cheek, he leaned in. Gazing into Mitch's eyes, Rico wanted to say something more, offer himself again, but he couldn't. He got lost in Mitch's intensely blue eyes.
Rico's breathing was ragged and too loud in his ears, and his whole body ached for more of Mitch's touch. For now, all Mitch did was gaze at him, heightening Rico's need for him.
Slowly, Mitch moved his right hand to the back of Rico's head. His arm went around Rico's back more firmly, and Mitch pulled him closer so that their hips bumped. He made Rico feel the proof that he wanted him.
Locking his arms around his neck, Rico pressed up against him even harder. Dying to kiss him, he nuzzled Mitch's beard, rubbed the back of his neck. Mitch didn't wait for Rico to get up the courage to go for a kiss. Angling Rico's head, he kissed him deep and hard like a man who wasn't in the mood to be teased.
His tongue probed and Rico sucked on it and moaned, sending the vibration through both of them. Just from that much, he was already starting to lose it. He was grinding against Mitch, whose hand had moved from his lower back down to grope his ass.
Mitch was encouraging his grinding one minute, grunting against Rico's neck, and the next he was asking, "Is this how you want to get off?"
At first Rico only answered him with a groan. Then he was going to say that he just wanted to come, he didn't care how. He was too breathless to say anything, so he just went for it and decided to show Mitch what he wanted.
First Rico pulled Mitch's t-shirt up just enough to caress his chest, then he pulled his t-shirt all the way off. With his hands splayed over Mitch's magnificent chest, Rico slid down the length of his body, fondling him along the way until his fingers were hooked on Mitch's belt.
To the sound of Mitch deep moan, Rico fumbled with his belt buckle and zipper. Soon the base of Mitch's cock was in his fist as he licked the underside before swirling his tongue around the head.
Mitch panted then growled his name, "Enrico."
His eyes closed in ecstasy, Rico moaned around the head of his cock. He felt Mitch's hand go to the back of his head, not stopping him, not rushing him, not pushing, just stroking and playing with his hair. With that kind of encouragement, Rico could really get into what he was doing and he sucked deeper and harder.
Mitch was getting into it too, moaning while Rico slowed down to make him last. Rico was glad he was going first and could take his time with it. Though remembering how hard Mitch came last time made him feel like he could come even without touching himself.
But Rico didn't want to get there too soon. He wanted to savor the feel of Mitch in his mouth and every hot sound he made. He licked and sucked, taking Mitch's cock as far down as he could.
It was heaven. Then Mitch was coming and Rico licked up every drop. He was still panting when Mitch grabbed him and laid him out on the floor. With their fingers threaded together, he was holding Rico's arms high above his head while he kissed him breathless.
Their chests pressed together, heaving, Mitch just stared into his eyes wordlessly for a minute. He then groped his way down Rico's body and took his turn sucking him off. While Rico tried not to bring the house down with his loud moaning, Mitch held his hips pinned to the floor.
No matter how much he begged and writhed, Mitch kept control until the very end when he let Rico thrust down his throat. That did it. Rico was coming, calling Mitch's name in a guttural voice. He was silenced with Mitch's mouth on his and his weight pressing him down into the floorboards. Their tastes and their moans melding, they kissed rolling on the bare floor, and Rico loved every minute of it.
Chapter 14
Too soon they had to get themselves cleaned up and ready to go. Mitch did one last check of the seal around the window, and Rico got on his phone to let Sam know that they were on their way.
Done texting Sam, Rico turned his attention to Mitch. After looking him over, Rico started giving him his marching orders. "OK. When we get there, if they ask what took us so long..."
