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“Fuck, I need you naked.”
“Dex,” Sloane breathed, pulling back long enough to see where he was going as he carried Dex into the living room. “You should be resting.”
“I rested all day. I’ll rest more later. When you fuck me.”
Sloane let out a husky laugh. “I was only gone one shift.”
God, he smelled so damn good. He’d showered before he came home. Dex could smell the lime and ginger shower gel. “I know, but I need you to fuck me, Sloane. Please.” Dex planted kisses down Sloane’s jaw, his fingers slipping into Sloane’s hair and giving it a tug. The low groan Sloane let out went straight to Dex’s cock. He was so hard it hurt.
Dex unwrapped his legs from Sloane’s waist and dropped to his feet. He took hold of Sloane’s wrist and pulled him along as he hurried up the stairs. At the top, Dex spun around and started stripping him.
“Jesus, maybe I should be away more often,” Sloane teased as Dex broke records getting them undressed.
“Nope. Not happening.” Dex kissed Sloane, his tongue dueling with Sloane’s as he tasted and savored before demanding more. He needed more. He scraped his fingernails down Sloane’s chest, making them both wince. He’d forgotten about his stupid fingers. Didn’t matter. Not now, not with Sloane in front of him, naked and sexy as sin. Sloane cursed under his breath as Dex dashed over to the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube. He tossed it at Sloane and climbed onto the bed. With a wicked grin, he got on his knees facing Sloane and took hold of his leaking cock. He stroked himself and ran his tongue over his bottom lip.
Sloane’s eyebrows shot up. “Fuck.”
“That’s what I’m waiting for, handsome.”
Dex didn’t have to wait long. Sloane was on him in a heartbeat, his lips all over Dex, his teeth nipping, his fingers digging into Dex’s skin.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want to ride you,” Dex said, his voice husky.
Sloane shivered, and Dex felt like his body might combust at any moment. Sloane lubed himself up and sat back against the headboard. Dex was so glad they’d opted for the Therian king-size shortly after Sloane moved in. For what Dex had in mind, sturdy was definitely a must. Dex straddled Sloane’s lap, and he cupped his face to kiss him. Sloane’s hands went to Dex’s asscheeks, kneading them, parting them. Dex lifted himself up, reached behind him, and lined Sloane’s cock up with his hole. He pushed down, wincing at the deep burn as he was stretched. There was no need for prep. Dex was ready for Sloane, ready to take him deep inside, down to the root.
Sloane let out a strangled cry as Dex impaled himself the rest of the way. He took hold of Sloane’s shoulders, his head tossed back as he fucked himself on Sloane. He rode Sloane hard, coming up and almost off Sloane’s cock, then impaling himself down again. Their bodies became slick with sweat as Dex alternated between fucking himself and sitting on Sloane, rotating his hips, pushing himself farther down.
“Oh God, Dex,” Sloane groaned as Dex bounced on him.
It felt so damn good. The pressure, the heat building up inside him, the delicious ache in his muscles. He was burning up inside, but he didn’t care. It was amazing. But he needed Sloane deeper inside him, wanted to feel Sloane down to his soul.
Dex rolled off him and got onto his hands and knees. He looked back over his shoulder at Sloane. A tremor went through him at the sight of Sloane’s muscular naked body, but it was the wildness in his amber eyes that had Dex begging. He wanted to be claimed.
“Make me yours, Sloane.”
Dex’s voice was rough, thick with want. He whimpered at Sloane’s fingertips digging into his hips, then cried out at the blinding pain of Sloane’s thick cock driving into him. Sloane draped himself over Dex’s back, hissing in his ear.
“You’re already mine. You’re always mine.”
Sloane pulled out to the tip, then plunged inside Dex’s ass, making him gasp.
“Yes, oh please, yes. Harder, Sloane.”
Dex grabbed fistfuls of the blankets as Sloane pounded into him, the sound of skin slapping against skin like music to Dex’s ears. His skin was too tight for his body, his pulse was through the roof, and Dex still wanted more. He pushed his ass back, meeting Sloane’s thrusts with his own. Sloane let out a feral growl, and Dex almost came.
“You had someone else’s scent on you,” Sloane hissed in Dex’s ear, his hand coming to wrap around Dex’s neck. “Someone I know.”
“Hudson,” Dex panted. “He came by to talk.”
Sloane nipped at Dex’s jaw. “I don’t like it when you smell like someone who isn’t me.”
“I know. Yours. Always yours.”
The mattress moved beneath them as Sloane pulled back onto his knees and took hold of Dex’s shoulders, pounding Dex’s ass until Dex’s arms couldn’t hold him up anymore. He pressed his head against the mattress, his ass high in the air. Sloane stood on the bed and lowered himself into Dex, his angle causing him to hit Dex’s prostate again and again. The thrusts were deeper, harder, faster, and Dex saw stars in front of his eyes when his orgasm hit him. He didn’t even have to touch himself. His muscles tightened as he cried out, his whole body a fiery mass of enflamed pain and incredible pleasure. Sloane pushed down against Dex’s lower back with his hands and pumped himself inside Dex before his cry reverberated through the room. His hot come coated Dex’s insides, his hips thrusting until he seemed too sore to continue. He lowered himself onto Dex’s back, and Dex slid down onto the bed. Sloane’s weight on him made it a little hard for Dex to breathe, but Dex didn’t care, and he groaned in protest when Sloane rolled off him.
“Holy shit,” Sloane said, breathless. He turned his head to smile at Dex. “That was fucking amazing.”
