Go for it.
He pulled the jeans and tighty-whities down together, working the fabric down and off a little more roughly than he’d intended. He’d help Sky get the edge off so they could slow this down. “I’ll take it.”
He leaned over Sky’s lap and drew his tongue along the underside of Sky’s hot shaft, before he took Sky right into his mouth.
Sky arched, one fist muffling his wild scream as he shot, from that single touch, and Beck felt like the hottest man on earth.
He moaned around Sky, his own need suddenly undeniable as the unforgettable taste and scent that belonged only to his husband filled his senses. He pressed the heel of his hand into his groin, but it didn’t help him at all. He pulled off Sky’s prick and stood, ripping his jeans open. “Me too, okay?” He braced a hand on Sky’s shoulder and sucked in a breath.
“Fuck, yes. Love you.” Sky grabbed his hips and yanked him close, surrounding him with wet heat and fierce suction.
“Sky!” Beck didn’t even try to silence his own cry. He bucked against Sky, a handful of wild thrusts and then shot so hard, his vision blurred with tears. “Oh, God.”
Sky held him, eased him down from the clouds with gentle heat, the barest suction, hands burning on his backside.
He worked his fingers through Sky’s hair and breathed until he didn’t feel like his knees weren’t going to buckle anymore, barely holding back a laugh. Fuck, Sky was so much fun. He actually had forgotten that part in the middle of all the drama. He fought with his sandals, which had gotten stuck in the legs of his jeans, and finally got it all off. “Damn, babe.”
Sky’s laugh filled the air, pure sex. “Better?”
“Yes.” He let himself laugh since Sky was. “Very much. You? I barely touched you. Hottest thing ever.” He climbed into bed, tugged off his shirt and reached for Sky’s.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day. Fantasizing.” Sky worked his cuffs open. “The real thing was so much better, I can’t tell you.”
“That was pretty fucking real too.” They didn’t get much more real than going off like rockets after just looking at each other for a while. But now he could take his time, explore, feel, remember…and remind Sky who the cowboy had married.
Beck opened Sky’s buttons one by one, dragging his thumbs along the line of the fabric and down Sky’s chest each time he popped a new one open.
Sky hummed for him, eyes fastened on his. There was a heaviness to the gaze, a post-orgasm buzz.
“You’re really cleared? Like really, really? I don’t want to hurt you, babe. Be honest.”
“Kevin says to ice and heat after if I’m sore. He says if I want to, I can. I need it. It’s been so long, love. So fucking long.”
He took a breath and let that worry go. If Sky said it was good, then he was going to believe it. “I do too. I…worry.” He flicked his eyes up and caught Sky’s. “But I’m not worried now. That won’t get in the way.”
Get in the way?Jesus, Beckett. Do you have to make everything into an issue?
He rolled his eyes at himself, pushing Sky’s shirt off and baring strong shoulders. “Kiss me and shut me up, please?”
“My pleasure.” Sky cupped his face and drew him in. “I promise you. I won’t break. I need you.”
Their kiss in the car had been something desperate, but this one was different. Better. This one was theirs, the simmering desire and hunger and need balanced, equally important. He pushed Sky back into the pillows, stretched himself out long beside his husband, and started to explore muscle and skin.
Sky reached out, fingers dragging on his chest, dancing over his belly. Sky’s hand worked completely out of time with his, touching him randomly.
The scars around Sky’s hip and thigh were complicated and deep, and he leaned up on one elbow to look, to trace them and learn them. He thought they were as beautiful as any other part of Sky; they had stories and meaning, and they reminded him exactly how tough Sky was. His husband was genuinely badass.
“Still hot?” The worry in Sky’s voice warmed Beck—not because Sky was insecure, but because it was important to Sky that Beck wanted him.
“You’re a stud, Sky. The real deal.” He bent for another kiss. “So hot.” He drew his tongue along Sky’s bottom lip and then sucked it in between his teeth, biting gently.
“Waited for you a long time.” Sky moaned for him, fingers dragging down his chest. “Fuck that’s hot.”
“Uh-huh.” He covered that hot mouth with his, sweeping out with his tongue, and rolled on top of Sky so he could rock their hips together.
Sky met him, full-bore, demanding his full attention. One hand wrapped around his hip, fingers digging in.
He didn’t even try to put labels on the cocktail of emotions he was feeling. Although he loved it, the house hadn’t felt like home until Sky was in it. His bed had never been all that comfortable until he had Sky next to him. He’d gotten used to his reality, but nothing had really been right without Sky.