The Hookup

Their gazes locked, the air around them electrified as he stared, completely entranced with the golden flecks in the other man’s eyes. A shiver raced up Grant’s spine, the orgasm building so fast he had to will himself to do anything other than finish inside Easton’s warm, wet mouth. Easton’s gaze lifted to his, that sinful tongue curled around his engorged head before taking him to the back of that snug, accommodating throat.

It was too much, the heat moved from his spine up to the base of his skull, his vision filled with starburst, liquid heat rolled through him at lightning speed, making him dizzy from the force of it all. The back of Grant’s head hit the door with a thud as his eyes rolled to the back in their sockets. All reason left him, along with his oxygen. His body took over, running on instinct. Whatever happened, happened, and he reached down to tease his sac, knowing that was all it would take to fall over the edge of sanity.

Easton knocked his hand away and gripped his balls with a callous-roughened palm. This classy man clearly didn’t shy away from manual labor—that knowledge turned him on just as much as the dominant way Easton handled him. Which added the perfect amount of pressure to have his legs spreading wider.

“Take me deeper down your throat…” Grant gasped, his eyes screwed tight as he thrust his hips forward, hitting the back of Easton’s throat at the same time someone knocked at the locked door. The daze he was trapped in kept him somewhat confused. He dropped his chin to his chest and opened his eyes. Easton seemed oblivious to their potential intruder. The other man’s jaw relaxed, and Grant slid deeper into that snug, hot throat. Holy hell, he liked that move. “I need to come.”

His fingers curled into Easton’s thick hair, holding his head in place as he began the final push—good God he loved fucking this throat, but Easton didn’t allow it, chuckling as he pulled away.

“Please!” Grant’s husky growl revealed his desperation for relief. Easton squeezed the base of his dick and chuckled harder. The warm breath hitting his sensitive cock sent shockwaves vibrating throughout his body.

The tight-fisted hold Easton had on his dick did its job. The orgasm ebbed as Easton rose to his feet. He didn’t release Grant, the hand cupping his balls continued massaging and teasing Grant with purpose. Easton was the conductor, Grant’s body his orchestra, and nothing was going to end until his handsome lover decided so.

“You’ll come when I tell you to come, sailor. Now, free me from my slacks. I’m not finished with you.”

Chapter 3

With the salty taste of Grant’s pre-come still lingering on his lips, Easton kept his gaze on the other man. Grant was gorgeous with his skin flushed from their activities, so sexy and depraved, and all Easton wanted to do was defile him even more. The sailor followed his command without even a hint of resistance. Grant hastily released his belt then unfastened his slacks. Easton stood spellbound like a voyeur peering inside one hell of an erotic peep show.

Easton forced his gaze up. Ready to beg his eager lover when Grant’s practiced hand curled around his cock and stroked.

The request was lost on his lips as he stared into striking green eyes—familiar green eyes he knew better than his own. How had ten years passed and he still had this kind of visceral reaction to this man?

Easton sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and leaned forward, breathing in his exquisite lover’s intoxicating scent. The deep emotional chemistry coursing through him made sex with Grant an act of love every single time they came together. He would never get enough of this amazing man.

He wanted to be there for his lover and offer his support, to be everything he needed. Easton wondered if he could help as he stared at the weariness swirling in the depths of Grant’s eyes. He swore he’d take the time to figure that out, make Grant tell him what was going on, but not right now—later tonight, at home. He had far more pressing goals on his mind at the moment.

“Taste yourself on me.” The air around them flamed with scorching intensity in the moment. Easton’s tongue shoved hungrily past Grant’s sweet lips, crushing their mouths together.

He crowded Grant against the tiled wall, thrusting his tongue deep—fucking Grant’s mouth like he intended to fuck his ass. So turned on, his dick strained, and his body vibrated as Grant’s hands mapped his body. Easton absently worked to unbutton his dress shirt. He wanted nothing in the way of feeling Grant’s hot skin against his when he entered his lover’s sweet ass.

Grant threatened to devour Easton with the heat of his palms. Easton clasped the material of Grant’s military uniform, tugging and pushing until his fingertips touched bare skin. His hands traveled the familiar path, then dropped to massage and knead the perfect globes of Grant’s ass.