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“Oh, god, Pisces,” Peter whined even as he continued to move against him. “C-Close.”
With a growl, Pisces sank to his knees. He rested his hands on Peter’s belt and peered up at his soon-to-be lover. Knowing he needed permission, he asked, “May I suck you, my mate?”
Peter’s nostrils flared, and he stared down at him with heavy-lidded eyes. His kiss-swollen lips were parted as he panted for breath.
Sucking in a sharp breath, Peter jerked a nod. “Hell, yeah.” His hips bucked a little, his mate searching for stimulation. “Fuckin’ suck me, Pisces.”
Pisces didn’t wait for a second invitation. He made quick work of Peter’s belt, button, and fly. With a quick tug, he had his mate’s jeans and briefs partway down his thighs.
Spotting Peter’s long, slender erection jutting from his groin, Pisces only took a few seconds to admire the cut piece of meat. He spotted the bead of pre-cum gleaming at the tip and saw the way the swollen red length danced before him. Opening his mouth, Pisces quickly swallowed Peter to the root.
Peter groaned his pleasure, his back arching, pushing into Pisces’s sucking hold. Pisces gripped his mate’s hips, allowing him a little control. Then he began working his mate’s maybe seven-inch length.
Pisces sucked strongly as he pulled partway off, enjoying the feel of his girth on his tongue. After swiping his tongue over the crown and tapping at the nerves beneath it, he sank back down. Inhaling noisily through his nose, Pisces reveled in the masculine aroma of his mate in the throes of needing. He lodged Peter’s crown in the back of his throat and swallowed. Hearing Peter shout his name, Pisces peered up at his mate through his lashes and did it again.
With Peter’s head thrown back, his neck flushed with his pleasure, and his swollen lips parted on his cry, Pisces had never seen anything more gorgeous in his life.
A shudder to Peter’s body followed by his whimper was the only warning Pisces got before his mate erupted, filling his throat with his seed. He swallowed quickly as he eased partway off, allowing the next burst to land on his tongue. The sharp flavor of his mate’s spunk lit up Pisces’s taste buds and quickly went to his head.
Pisces swallowed again, sucked for more, and then lost all control as his balls pulled tight. Untouched, he shot in his pants, his senses singing with bliss.
Chapter Five
“You’ve been awfully quiet today,” Ryley commented, drawing Peter’s attention. He and his fellow paramedic sat in the back of their ambulance doing inventory. When Peter met Ryley’s gaze, his coworker smirked at him. “And a lot of the time, you’ve had this sappy smile on your face.”
Peter scowled at his friend. “I have not,” he countered, returning his attention to his own list.
“Uh, yeah. You have.” Ryley used the back of his clipboard to tap Peter’s upper arm. “You meet someone?”
Their day had started first thing with a call about a man having a heart attack and hadn’t slowed down for the first five hours. Running into hour six, they were finally able to take a breather. It was a good thing, too, because there were a few things they needed to stock up on.
Plus, Peter knew he hadn’t been the only one hungry. They’d grabbed some sandwiches from a sub shop and had eaten fast. Then they chose to use the rest of their lunch hour to restock.
Unable to deny Pisces—that would just have been a rotten thing to do—Peter dipped his chin in a nod. “I did have a date last night,” he admitted.
“Ahhhh, now we’re getting somewhere,” Ryley responded with a chuckle. “And from the smile, it must have gone well.” When Peter didn’t respond, Ryley asked, “Man or woman?”
His paramedic partner knew he was bisexual.
“Man,” Peter confirmed.
Peter hopped out of the back of the ambulance and headed to the supply closet. After counting out the necessary items and noting on the chart what he’d taken, he returned. Peter quickly had the items put away securely. Then he updated his own list.
“A good one, obviously.” Ryley snorted as he hopped down from the ambulance. In the same tone as if he were discussing the weather, Ryley asked, “You get blown?”
For a second, Peter didn’t process Ryley’s question. When he did, he snapped his head up and stared at his coworker with wide eyes. “Ryley.” He gasped indignantly, even as he began to feel heat start to work its way up his neck.
Ryley was walking backward, his attention pinned on him, obviously waiting for a reaction. Barking a laugh, he grinned broadly. “You did.” Ryley cackled as he pointed at Peter’s blush. “Damn, Peter. You dog, you.”
“Fuck, Ryley.” Peter shook his head in shock. “Anyone listening would think thatyouwere the one under thirty, not me.”
With a dismissive wave, Ryley turned to focus on where he was going even as he called over his shoulder, “I’m thirty-six, not dead.”
Peter shook his head as he finished up his chart before tucking it away. Slipping from the back, he started walking around the vehicle, checking for problems. Just because they were paramedics didn’t mean he and Ryley didn’t do their best to make certain their ambulance was always in tip-top mechanical shape.
Even a blown tire could turn into a life-and-death situation, so Peter checked treads and air pressure religiously.
Ryley returned and hopped in the back to put away whatever he’d gotten. He was just closing a drawer when Peter returned around back.
