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Drips of sweat hit his back as Laken’s thighs finally touched the back of his own. Laken’s bearded cheek pressed into the side of his throat, panting hard.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Laken rasped out.

“No, just you’re ginormous,” Isley gasped. He fought the urge to clamp his ass down on the throbbing hotness that was undoing him inch by glorious damn inch.

Laughter boomed out of Laken and his dick shifted and rubbed at the spongy nerves, sending Isley flying as if catapulted from a bungee. Isley’s hips reacted to the provocation, corkscrewing to find the perfect angle to get what he wanted, again and again. His hips danced to their own beat, his neglected dick dripping onto the bed. His arms were shaking so badly, hewasn’t sure moving one to his cock wouldn’t have him face plant the mattress.

Laken’s laughter turned into cursed groans, the hand gripping his hip tightening painfully, only adding to the pleasure when Laken was struggling as much as Isley.

“Gods, if there was a heaven on earth, it would be your ass.”

The giggles came unheeded, and Isley tried to remember if he’d ever laughed during sex before. He couldn’t say he had, but this felt… amazing.

“I can have that put on my epitaph.”

More laughter groans skittered over his neck as Laken moved back in and tilted his hips, the crown of his dick hitting just right as his other arm slid under and took hold of Isley’s dripping cock. The first stroke was firm, and his wrist did a twisty move under the head, touching the bundle of nerves under the crown, while he rocked, thrusting deeper with slow, precise moves.

Mere seconds and Isley was back to soaring, the bungee cord snapping back so fast his heart rocked in his chest, his ears ringing from the breathless ride as everything honed down to the touch of their bodies sliding against each other. His ass clasping and squeezing, never wanting to let go of its prize.

“Want to knot you,” Laken rasped in an unrecognizable voice. “Want to do it, fuck. What are you doing to me?”

Isley nodded jerkily, his mouth too dry to speak, sensing this was something monumental. His animal marking Laken felt trivial to this declaration. Having never experienced this, Isley whimpered at the next deep thrust and the following stretching of his anus. Damn it burned.

He writhed and moaned, not sure he could take it.

“Shush, my love,” Laken murmured softly, kissing his ear. The hand stroking his dick increased in speed and distracted him as Laken’s knot grew impossibly bigger.

My love.He’s said it before and Isley didn’t want to get his hopes up. The endearment reflected Laken’s feelings, but it was hard when his heart was engaged fully. There was no room for anything but this man.

What was happening lower down meant focusing on what this all meant was impossible when the blaze in his ass erred on the side of being too much. The pain-pleasure scale rocked precariously close to pain. As if he’d projected his thought, Laken's mouth trailed hot, wet kisses along his neck, the large hand picking up more speed, the strokes lighter, teasing as his fingers loosened. Isley thrust into the fist, all instinct chasing the divine feelings that were waiting there. Chasing the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Mouthing at the sweaty skin on the back of Isley’s neck, teeth grazed at the nape, not piercing skin but with enough possessive force to send Isley spiralling into the twister. Laken released a tortured sound, his large body tensing. Muscles quivered violently, but whether they were his or Laken’s, Isley was at a loss to say. Cum scalded him in hot spurts, his cock jerking in time with Laken’s. Their bodies become attuned to each other so completely, Isley’s eyes leaked tears of joy.

The heat and feel of it spreading deeper, as if seeking his soul, sent Isley free falling, the wild surge of pleasure sending him floating into oblivion. Had sex ever been this all-consuming before?

Chapter Thirty

Laken

“What the fuck were you playing at?” Laken demanded from the doorway of Jupiter’s bedroom.

He hadn’t been wrong about the paint. It had taken several showers to stop him glowing in the dark. He dreaded to think about what Isley’s pale gray carpet would look like after what they’d done on it.

“I’m not playing with anything right now,” Jupiter murmured silky, rising from the chair beside his bed, dressed in night attire. His gaze was as observant as ever. The phone he was looking at when Laken had barged in was placed on the bed as he passed to step into Laken’s path, arms crossing over his chest. “I also don’t remember issuing you an invitation.”

“Fuck an invitation, you set me up, you asshole!”

His head tilted to the side, a gleam in his eyes showing amusement even though he wasn’t smiling. “How so?”

“Drums and fucking paint!” he snarled and shoved his hands into his jeans to resist shoving the fucker.

Jupiter’s lips thinned as if he was clamping them together to stop himself laughing. “You need to loosen up. And”—his gaze swept over Laken from head to toe—“I’d say looking at you, you’re fairly loose after your fun adventures with thetiny devil.”

Laken rolled his eyes in exasperation, because he couldn’t argue with that. Laken was still reeling from that and the fact he’d cum from nipple play. His nipples had always been super sensitive, but he’d never been able to come from just touching them. How the tiny devil had gotten him there with so little fucking effort… Laken couldn’t say it was a fluke. He wished he could, only Isley had proven just that morning in the shower that when he wrapped those tiny teeth around them, Laken was done for. He lost his composure so fast it was damn embarrassing.

Heat at the memory attempted to spread through him, and Laken wasn’t giving Jupiter anything else to gloat about. “You’ll owe me and Isley for the dry cleaning, and cleaning bill for his carpet.”

Laken cursed under his breath when he saw the second Jupiter registered what he’d said without thinking.