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“Since we’ve got you here, Castellani, one more favor?” Bricker asks. He takes Pony’s phone out of his pocket and hands it to Julian. “See what Johnny Jacopo can do with this.”
Julian studies Bricker for a long moment before breaking into what, for him, is his most genuine smile. “I do believe we are becoming friends, Bricker.”
He saunters off with a casual wave, and I pull Bricker close again. “Let’s get out of here,” I murmur in his ear, “before I pull your clothes off right here.”
He lets out a startled laugh that draws the attention of the rest of the crew. “Uh, good work, guys,” he says quickly. “I’ll be in touch tomorrow. Go get some rest tonight.”
“Get some rest?” I repeat as we get into the car. “I hope you don’t thinkyou’llbe getting any rest tonight.”
The dirty look of promise he gives me tells me everything I need to know.
* * *
Talk between us is minimal on the drive. And then, apart from Bricker’sI’m homecall to his damn house to wake it up, all I say is “You want me in you?” as soon as the door shuts behind us. He mutters back “Fuck, yeah,” with my tongue in his mouth. I press him up against the wall and he pushes back against me, daring me, provoking me, until I shove him back possessively, his wrists in my hands, and devour his laughing mouth.
I don’t know what it is about Bricker. I’m usually much more gentlemanly in this area of my life, but everything about him sets off some primal instinct in me, makes me frenzied and desperate. Words likehonorandrestrainthave no place here. They’re too polite. Too civilized.
“Fuck me or I’ll drag you to the floor and sit on your dick myself,” Bricker growls against my neck.
“I’m gonna be in you all night,” I tell him. “I’m going to ride you until you don’t know your own damn name.”
“Good,” he grunts, breaking free from my hold. “Then what are you waiting for?”
With a smirk, he takes off, running up the stairs two at a time, and all my exhaustion evaporates as I chase after him, the beat of my heart a frantic drum as I think about making him submit, mounting him, burying myself in the warm, welcoming sheath of his asshole.
I’m so greedy for him I can’t think straight.
He’s up in his bedroom, already kicked off his shoes, stripped off his Kevlar vest, and when I catch up with him, I slap away his hands as he starts to pull off his tee. “That’s my job.”
“Then get to it.”
I rip the damn shirt off him, then return to the pleasure of his mouth as my hands work to get his pants undone, yanked down, off. I shove him back, hard, so he lands on the bed and bounces, still laughing. He’s a big guy, and I’m not worried about hurting him, but I pause for a moment as he holds up a finger.
“Leave them on,” he says, pointing at my clothes.
“I stink like the docks.”
“I know.” A wicked little smirk twists his mouth. “It’s hot.”
It’s not, or rather it won’t be when we need to wash the bedsheets that reek of rotting seaweed and blood, but if Bricker wants it, he can have it. Besides, it slices valuable seconds off of not having my hands on him.
“Get that ass in the air,” I tell him. “I want to eat it.”
He flips fast, knees pushing up under him, and I get down behind, face to face with my well-earned reward. I finger his nuts with one hand as I spread open his cheeks with the other, weaving my fingers through his silky-soft bush, brushing my thumb down the vein of his cock. He sighs out my name, pushing back against my hands. “Don’t play with your food,” he mutters. “Come on, get your tongue in me.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do right now, Capo,” I say, grinning as he gives me a mock-outraged glare over his shoulder. “All you need to do is lie there and take it.”
But I do what he wants. I drag my tongue down his crack, savoring the taste of him, the warm, musky scent. He groans as I lap at his entrance, wriggling the tip of my tongue into his folds, stabbing into the ring of muscle until it relaxes, lets me in. He’s hot and tight, and I want to stay here all night, drinking in his flavor, making him squirm and whimper. I reach under to palm his hard cock, roll his balls in my palm. He gasps and bucks, a groaning laugh as I squeeze his nutsack a little tighter.
His thighs spread wider apart, offering me more, and I suck at that sweet little hole as he grinds back against my face. I pull his ass wide as I nuzzle into him, his big warm balls pressing into my chin as he bobs up and down on my tongue, moaning. I match his rhythm, tongue-fucking him as deep as I can, my head buzzing with the taste of him, the feel of his soft, wet ass wrapping around my face as he begins to whimper and beg.
Now I’ve got him where I want him.
I get to my feet, ignoring his demands that I get my tongue back in his ass right fucking now. Instead, I head to the bathroom, where I splash my face off, giving the beast inside a second to cool off, too. When I head back out, I get the lube, then unzip my pants and stand by the side of the bed, my dick pointing toward him like a compass points north.
“Get me ready for you.” I throw the lube on the bed next to him.
He’s still in the same position I left him in, face still pressed into the sheets, but he leans up a little and complies, his big warm hand wrapping around my dick and slicking me down with lube, working me until I’m soaked from base to tip. While he does that, I finger his ass, get three in there pretty fast, curling my fingers inside him like he’s caught on a hook and I’m about to reel him in.
