The Hookup

Easton hurriedly broke from the fevered kiss, lifted his hand, and sucked two fingers into his mouth to get them nice and wet. He slid those digits down Grant’s crack, taking his lover’s mouth as he slipped between those taut ass cheeks.

Easton groaned a needy little sound, unable to help the shameless movement of his hips as he teased the heated skin before pushing a finger directly into Grant’s warm, inviting hole. Grant’s quick intake of breath broke the kiss and told Easton he was doing everything just right as he slowly worked Grant to relax him open. God, he wished he had time to get his mouth on Grant again. He’d have the man quivering and begging for hours.

“Get the condom, babe.” Easton cocked his head to the two packets he’d laid on the counter inches away from them. He wished he could take his time, but he didn’t have much left. He leaned away from Grant’s chest an inch or two while adding a second finger to Grant’s ass. He didn’t say a word as Grant skillfully rolled the condom over his broad head then down the shaft of his cock. The act made his head spin with want. His mister finally shoved the lube packet into his free palm and spun around.

“Not too much. I need to feel you.”

Easton always tried to be tender with Grant. He’d never hurt his man in any way, but Grant liked it hard and fast when they played like this. Easton tore open the packet of lube and fought his urge to continue to relax Grant open. He drizzled the slick straight on his cock then used the rest on his fingers and coat Grant’s hole.

Within seconds, Easton lifted Grant’s shirt out of the way, lined himself up, and pushed forward, almost losing his mind as he sank into the gripping heat of that perfect ass. Grant’s body bowed and quivered at the invasion; Easton’s body followed as his hips locked them together. His sailor let out a slow breath as Easton resisted the urge to pound into his lover’s heat. Grant felt good, so very good, and he wrapped both arms around Grant’s broad chest, inhaling long and deep as he nosed Grant’s neck. God, he was still so head over heels with this man.

“I love you,” Easton whispered, all breathy, his voice thick with lust as he nosed into the soft skin right below Grant’s ear, holding on to Grant as if his life depended on this connection.

“Move, Easton. Fuck me,” Grant demanded, all raspy and crude.

“Say it back,” he countered. Easton didn’t need the words. He knew where they stood. He just wanted to be the one making demands.

Fighting against every one of his urges to stay buried balls deep inside Grant’s enticing channel, he slowly pulled out a couple of inches only to thrust forward again. Grant’s greedy ass took every inch of him, enveloping him in a vise-like hold. “…feels so fucking good…”

Easton ran his palms under Grant’s service jacket, his fingers tracing every inch of the hard muscled-up chest hidden underneath while his hips moved in desperate thrusts. An unstoppable heat kindled in his balls before building in intensity, threatening to incinerate him on the spot.

He wouldn’t last, and that was all right. He just had to make sure Grant was right there with him when he came. Rocking back and forth, he aimed for Grant’s sweet spot—executing all the right moves to drive his man over the edge.

Grant’s fair complexion had flushed with color, and Easton pressed his lips to Grant’s heated skin right above the edge of his collar. His mister’s head dropped forward, his forehead hitting the door with a thump, a low moan filled the tight space, telling Easton he was doing everything just right. Easton grinned and screwed his eyes shut as he immersed himself in everything Grant. His hips thrust on their own accord. He could so easily let himself go.

Easton reached around Grant’s body, searching for Grant’s sure-to-be-stroking hand. He desperately wanted to be the one to help his guy to climax.

Instead of Grant’s hand, he found a half-hard cock. Even then, Easton was so lost, so close to completion it took a second for the realization to kick in. His need for Grant had overwhelmed him, and it was all he could do to slow his rocking hips.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” His voice was uncertain and filled with concern.

“Just keep going,” Grant said and pushed back on him to grind against him. The power-bottom move would have been perfect, but the edge in Grant’s voice was all wrong. Exactly the thing that caused Easton concern in the first place. Something wasn’t right; his mister wasn’t into it. Easton forced himself to carefully withdraw from Grant’s perfect ass. “Easton, don’t stop. Keep going.”