Beck held on to his thighs for balance as his cock pushed down his husband’s throat. Beck hummed, the sound vibrating against him.
“Love,” he bit out. “Fixin’ to…”
His balls drew up in a rush, making him dizzy.
Beck swallowed, fingers digging into his thighs, drawing his orgasm from him.
He bellered, his world spinning wildly. But in the center of it all was his Beck, solid as a rock.
“Mmm.” Beck held him steady, helping him balance and took everything he had, greedily, never getting enough.
Damn.He blinked down, fingers stroking through Beck’s thick hair now, instead of holding on.
Beck rocked back and stood up, coming right in for a kiss and moaning as that familiar, heavy cock pressed into his hip. Fuck, he could taste himself, taste his need, and he pushed deeper into the kiss, one hand wrapping about Beck’s heavy cock.
Beck pushed through his fingers, whimpering against his lips. “Yeah, babe. I just need…a little.”
“You can have anything.” He smiled, nibbling on Beck’s bottom lip. “You want my hand, my ass, my mouth?”
“Close. Talk to me.” Beck swallowed and rocked into his hand again.
“Mmm…” He worked harder, nudging the tip. “Tonight I want you to ride me. No one knows how well you can ride like me.”
“Nothing like being inside…you. Fuck!” Beck went up on tiptoe, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut, then came in a shuddering rush, both hands locked behind Sky’s neck. “Fuck. Damn.”
“Now that was hot as hell.” He took a kiss, still working that sweet cock with a gentle grip.
The sound his husband made was part laugh, part moan. “Yeah. You were on fire.”
Yeah, and Beck made sure he knew he was wanted and hot.
“You drive me crazy, lover. Thank you.”
Beck kissed him gently. “There’s really nothing I enjoy more. I mean that.”
“I’m so glad you’re here. It got…big in my head somehow.” That was the understatement of the year.
Beck pulled him to the bed, tossed the covers down, and sat with him. “You’re big, babe. That’s what you have to remember. This is a big deal and there will be pressure, and it might get overwhelming. People want to see The Champ walk, right? It sounds simple but they need that. Guys like Parker need that too. Think about how much you’re doing just by showing up.”
“I hadn’t felt big for a long time. Not until I came home.” What was he saying? He ought to be grateful—he needed to focus on that, not on pouring out his heart to Beck. For fuck’s sake, he wasn’t sure he had this many fucking emotions.
Beck sighed. “I’m sorry. It’s not enough, I know. But I am. And you know I’m relieved and grateful we’re together.”
“No. No, it’s good.”Stop it. For God’s sake. Suck it up.“We’re going to have a ball. It started well, didn’t it?”
He wasn’t sure what the fuck was wrong with him, but it wasn’t any of Beck’s problem. Beck was right. It was his job to be the champ, to suck it up and get on with it. Maybe this was what he needed—to get back on the horse and ride.
All he had to do was smile, shake hands, and nod at folks. The league didn’t need him to think, just do what he was told.
He had an entire retirement to have thoughts.
“Hey. It is good. I’ll keep you feeling big all week. You’re my cowboy.” Beck’s heavy kiss backed up those words.
“Balls to bones, babe.” He held on for a second. “Come on, let me get naked and clean up.” He winked at Beck, teasing madly. “I got to call laundry. You got spunk on my favorite jeans.”
“I’m not sorry.” Beck laughed, pulling one of the fancy hotel robes out of the closet. “You clean up, I’m gonna go eat Parker’s pizza.”
“I’m going to order a steak later tonight. A huge steak and a beer.”