Page 36 of Dance in the Stones

Damon fell onto the bed first, bouncing once before rolling to his back. He crooked a finger at Redford. “Come here.”

Redford loomed over him, all hard muscles and dark eyes. “You’re in a mood.”

“A good mood.” Damon reached up, tangling his fingers in the short hair at the nape of Redford’s neck, and pulled him down for a kiss. It was messy, open-mouthed, the kind of kiss that left them both breathless and still wanting more. When they broke apart, Damon smirked. “Are you going to let me top you, Red?”

Redford’s eyebrows shot up. “You?”

Damon laughed. “Problem?”

“No. Just…” Redford shifted, settling between Damon’s thighs. “Surprised. You usually…”

“Usually like you in charge. Yep, I do.” Damon traced the line of Redford’s shoulder and followed the swell of his bicep. “But today, I want to be the one making you fall apart.”

He flipped their positions in one smooth motion, pressing Redford into the mattress. His mate let out a surprised grunt, but there was no real resistance, just a challenge in his voice. “You sure you can handle me?”

Damon leaned down, nipping at Redford’s bottom lip. “Oh, I can handle you.” He trailed kisses along Redford’s jaw, down his throat, biting just hard enough to make his mate groan. When he reached Redford’s chest, he swirled his tongue around one nipple, then the other, savoring the way Redford’s body arched into the touch.

Redford’s hands found his hair, his fingers tightening. “Damon…”

“Patience.” He ghosted his lips lower, down the ridged planes of Redford’s stomach, dipping his tongue into the groove of his hip. When he finally took Redford’s cock back into his mouth, his mate’s hips jerked up with a curse.

Damon hollowed his cheeks, working him slowly, his free hand cupping Redford’s heavy balls. But he didn’t let it go on too long because he wanted more.

He pulled back, licking his lips. “Lube. Now.”

Redford fumbled for the drawer, but Damon was faster, zapping the bottle into his hand with a flick of his wrist. Redford’s eyes flashed. “Show-off.”

“You love it.” Damon popped the cap, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers, not wasting any time. Two slick digits pressed against Redford’s tight hole, circling and teasing.

Redford hissed, his body tensing. “Damn it, Damon…”

“Shh. Breathe.” He pressed in, slow, letting his mate adjust. Redford was tight, the heat almost scorching, but Damon didn’t rush. He scissored his fingers, stretching, tracing that spot inside that made Redford’s breath stutter. “Just feel.”

Redford’s grip on the sheets was white-knuckled, his chest rising and falling fast. “You’re killing me.”

“Not yet.” Damon added a third finger, crooking them just right. Redford’s back bowed, a rough sound tearing from his throat. Satisfied, Damon withdrew, slicking up his own cock with what was left on his fingers. He lined himself up, the head pressing against Redford’s entrance.

Redford’s breath hitched. “Fuck, you’re big.”

Damon chuckled. “You’re one to talk.” He pushed in, inch by slow inch, letting the burn stretch into something better. Pleasure. Fullness. Connection. He bottomed out with a groan, giving them both a moment to adjust.

“Okay?” he panted.

Redford’s answer was a guttural, “Move.”

Something Damon was happy to do. He set a rhythm - deep, rolling thrusts that had Redford cursing, his fingers clawing at the sheets. With them so closely bonded, every sensation was heightened, every touch, kiss, and thrust amplified.

Redford gasped against his lips, his body trembling. “Damon…fuck…”

“Yeah,” Damon breathed. “That’s it, let yourself go.”

He adjusted his angle, nailing Redford’s prostate with every snap of his hips. His mate’s body tensed, his cock leaking against his stomach. Damon reached between them, wrapping his fingers around Redford’s length, his strokes matching his thrusts.

Redford came with a shout, his release spilling over Damon’s fist. The sight, the feel of it - Damon’s own orgasm crashed over him like a wave, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself deep inside his mate.

They collapsed together, a sweaty, trembling mess. Damon stayed buried inside Redford as long as he could, savoring the closeness.

When he finally pulled out, Redford made a protesting noise, but Damon just chuckled, rolling to the side and tugging his mate against him. “Miss me already?”