Full Disclosure (Nice Guys 2)

“Do your best or worst, cowboy. I need this.” Mitch rested his head against Cody’s shoulder. The movement of his lover’s hips urged him to pick up the pace with his hand. Instead of giving Mitch what he wanted, he squeezed his hand, tightening his fist on the base of Mitch’s cock to slow things down. Cody bent his head and sank his teeth into the thick flesh of Mitch’s shoulder.

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Trapped against a thick steel beam and held in place by a necktie and Cody’s hard body, Mitch couldn't move, not that he really wanted to. He was fucking hot as hell from all the teasing his cowboy was doing. Now he was completely at Cody’s mercy and damn sure couldn’t think of a better place to be. Mitch needed this; he didn’t want to think about anything, he just wanted to feel.

Mitch tugged on his wrists again. He wasn’t getting loose anytime soon. Cody had tied him up tight, probably been a fucking Boy Scout as a kid. The knots Cody used were a bitch to untangle from. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get free, and he was absolutely certain Cody’s roving hands and hard dick were the reason for his complete lack of concentration.

“Did you just fucking bite me?” Mitch asked. His muscles tensed and flexed under the strain Cody inflicted on him and the unexpected moment of pain. He drove himself harder into Cody’s tight fist. Clearly this would be a two or three orgasm night, and he needed the first one right about now.

Cody’s fist tightened on his cock. He held him like a vise, and the buildup rolling through his spine, churning through his balls faded as Cody denied him again. “No!”

“Yes,” Cody said, releasing his cock, sliding his palms back up his chest to his nipples. Cody mouthed his way across his shoulder, nipping and licking down his spine. Only the sound of their heavy pants filled the room as Cody went to his knees behind him. Mitch rested his forehead against the beam and began to pray.

“You’re killing me,” Mitch said through gritted teeth as Cody’s warm tongue licked across the base of his spine. When Cody’s hand caressed the globe of his ass, he held his breath. Cody had done this to him in Washington. And it was one of the most tender, sweetest memories of his life.

“Please,” he begged as Cody spread his butt cheeks and circled his rim with his fingers. Mitch’s knees went weak, his eyes threatened to roll back in his head as Cody’s hot wet tongue slowly slid across his hole. Cody lapped at him, sucking and licking, but when that warm, sweet tongue poked its way inside…Mitch lost it. Cody was a master at rimming and teasing with his tongue. A loud groan escaped his lips. He bucked his hips, pushing back against the tongue inside him. He wanted more. His orgasm built slowly till his legs shook. He was just about to come, and fucking Cody pulled away, denying him again. “No!”

“Shhh, you can’t come yet. I don’t want you to, Deputy Marshal.” Cody’s lips pressed against his most intimate place. He could feel puffs of breath dance across his wet rim as Cody spoke. Mitch’s legs gave way under Cody’s assault. Thank goodness the tie held his weight.

“I can’t take it,” he panted. Cody grabbed his ass cheeks, spreading them farther open, and slipped his tongue deeper inside. “Fuck. Cody…” Mitch’s words turned to whimpers.

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Cody held on to Mitch’s cock, palming his balls and easing him back to his mouth and hungry tongue. He released Mitch’s sac and sucked a finger into his mouth before pressing the digit against Mitch’s rim. The desperate whimpers and strangled breaths urged him on, letting him know he must be doing everything right. He slid his finger into Mitch’s heat, pushing deeper inside until he felt the spot. He curled his finger, pressing against Mitch’s prostate, and then he reared back to watch his finger slide in and out of Mitch’s ass.

“Does that feel good?” Cody asked, looking up the long line of Mitch’s body. He was perfection. Every cord and muscle flexed and worked together, straining against the tie that bound him.

“Answer me, Mitch,” Cody said again, reaching for the lube. He withdrew his digit, coating his fingers with lube before sliding two back in.

“Don’t stretch me too much. Just fuck me,” Mitch whispered. It took a second to understand what Mitch said. Cody rose to his feet, adding a third finger. Binding Mitch was one thing, hurting him intentionally was another, and Cody resisted the idea of not opening Mitch.

Mitch bucked his hips. He was back to fully supporting himself with his legs now. “Fuck me, Cody.”

Within seconds, he’d rolled the condom on and lubed himself up. Mitch tried to look back at him, he moved his head back and forth, attempting to get a better angle, but he couldn’t. Cody gripped his cock and aligned himself against Mitch. He was so aroused, so turned on at the sight of Mitch struggling he wasn’t sure how long he would even last.

Cody held on to Mitch’s hip, positioned his tip at Mitch’s entrance and drove himself forward. In one swift plunge, he was buried deep inside Mitch’s tight heat.

“Ah, fuck!” Mitch yelled.

Cody growled as unbelievable pleasure tore through him. Mitch was tight, almost too tight. Mitch shoved backward, the force of his body pushing Cody almost completely out. Both hands now gripped Mitch’s hips. He used his knees and pushed forward again with such a force he drove Mitch up and off his feet, hard into the pole.

“Aghh! That’s it…need you,” Mitch panted.

Cody pistoned his hips, thrusting forward and pulling almost completely out, only to plunge forward again. Every single time, Cody took Mitch up and off his feet, pounding him harder. The words coming out of Mitch were almost unintelligible, but any time Cody slowed, Mitch used his body to urge him on, tilting his ass up for Cody to take. And he did. Cody drove his hips forward, slamming himself over and over in Mitch’s tight, warm channel.