“Jesus. Jesus. Give me your fingers too. Please.” He wanted to drive up into heat and down onto those hard fingers.
Beck pulled off long enough to spit and with only that to ease the way, worked two fingers inside.
“Yes!” Oh, no one did that like his Beck. Sky needed it, just like that. He was a huge slut for his man.
His man was ruthless, not slowing down, not giving him a second to catch his breath. He knew Beck wouldn’t—not until he asked. Or begged. It only got more intense as Beck filled him up, adding a finger, letting his cock push into that slick throat.
“Better than anything.” His lips pulled back from his teeth, his abs tightening so hard his shoulders left the mattress.
Beck released him and started stroking, panting like a lathered horse. “I swear to God, you’re the hottest fucking thing on the planet, babe.” Beck licked the tip of his prick and moaned, the low sound muffled as he slid back in, but the vibrations were clear enough.
He let himself cry out, let the ball of need and want and lust and love out in a desperate cry that tore from him.
Beck replaced those hot lips with a hand again. “You need more, babe? You want me?”
“Fuck me. Hard.” Beck had him so revved, he couldn’t hardly see.
“Hell, yeah.” He caught the sound of Beck’s fly and heard their lube make that hollow plastic bottle sound as it hit the floor; then Beck was on him, sinking right into him with the fucking sexiest, neediest groan ever.
“Yes!” He grabbed Beck’s ass, grinding hard into Beck’s body, wriggling on that heavy cock.
“Fuck, Sky.” Beck wrestled with him, pulled out and slammed back in with a grunt. “Hard, babe? Like that?” Beck taunted, knowing damn well what he wanted.
He nodded, out of words, because Beck was giving him what he needed. Everything.
His lover’s forehead dropped to his shoulder, hot air and rough grunts in his ear as Beck’s hips crashed against him again and again.
His entire body clenched, squeezing, bearing down so he could feel every inch.
“God…dammit!” Beck’s rhythm faltered, an arm caught him under his hips, and suddenly they were rolling, Beck landing on his back. “Ride, babe. Fucking hell.”
“Oh, Jesus.” He moved, careful at first, because he wasn’t sure if he remembered how. Damned if he didn’t, though. He remembered and it was as natural as breathing.
“That’s it. Come on, Sky. Ride.” Beck grabbed hold of his prick and worked it, bucking up under him.
“It doesn’t hurt,” he whispered, moving on Beck, excitement making his gaze swim.
“I love you,” Beck answered, thumb sweeping over the head of Sky’s cock.
“Love…” He arched, sitting all the way up, grinding down on Beck’s prick, lightning hitting him. He stared into the eyes of the most beautiful man on the planet and shot, giving it all up.
“Oh, God.” Beck’s gaze glassed over, hips rocking hard under him, following him right off that cliff. “Sky!”
Damn.He eased himself forward, breathing hard.Oh, damn.He was a lucky son of a bitch.
“Here.” Beck waved a hand at him, a drunk-looking grin on that handsome face. “Down here. Kiss me.”
“Uhn.” He gave Beck a kiss that meant “Thank you” and “I love you” and “God, when can we do it again?”
Beck got an arm around him and rolled them again, setting him down on his side. “You went up in flames, man. Jesus.”
“You…do you blame me? That trick is…it blows my fucking mind.”
“I do know that.” Beck looked as happy as he felt. “Didn’t hurt, huh? You’re back, babe.”
“I am. I guess I’m going to have to start being a functional adult soon.” He didn’t even know what that meant.
“You mean you can’t stay home and greet me every afternoon with a hard-on?” Beck sighed dramatically. “Shit.”