“You’re not helping,” Landon hissed as Robert wrapped his fingers around his aching cock. He tipped the bottle to drizzle the liquid over his own cock and Robert’s fingers.
“I’d have to disagree.” Robert’s hard, slick stroke had him moaning and pressing his hips forward for more friction.
He forced himself away from his lover’s grip long enough to coat Robert’s length, getting him nice and slick before tossing the lube to the side. “You sure you want to do this?”
“More than ever,” Robert said. Landon lifted, using the muscles in his thighs. Robert guided his bare cock to Landon’s entrance. Landon eased back down.
“Fuck, yes…” Landon held Robert’s gaze as he impaled himself slowly. The delicious sting of Robert stretching him always stole his breath. Robert arched his hips and strained beneath him as he worked himself down his lover’s hard length. The sweet feeling of his body giving away to Robert’s caused sweat to dampen his brow.
Landon bit his lip to try and hold in the moan when Robert was fully seated into his body. Their bodies were joined so tightly together he could feel Robert’s heartbeat in his ass. The sound of their eager pants filled the room. Robert’s palms seared the skin on his hips.
Lifting with his thighs, Landon slowly started to move, his body relaxing and eager for more. Damn, Robert felt so good inside him.
Landon closed his eyes, committed every touch, every word, every plea to memory as he canted his hips, frantic to have his husband deeper, closer, as he chased his orgasm.
Rough fingers grabbed his hips, Robert thrusting into him hard, a fast-building fire so hot it threatened to consume them both. He wanted to come, and he also wanted this feeling to last forever, caught in the sweetest torment.
When Robert curled a hand around him and stroked, he lost his battle and fell right over the edge. His release hit him hard, exploding from the inside out. His ass clamped down as pleasure overtook him, and he painted Robert’s chest and neck with his come.
His lover’s muscles froze, becoming tense as Robert’s thick cock pulsed hot and deep inside him. Landon’s muscles twitched in pleasure as Robert’s liquid heat seared his channel.
“Fuck!” Landon dropped his chest against Robert’s, gasping for air to fill his oxygen-deprived lungs. Robert seemed to be doing the same. He nuzzled Robert’s damp neck, trying to catch his breath. Evidently, they were so hot when they’d spontaneously combusted that it had sucked all the oxygen from the overly large suite. He smiled at the thought. Robert pulled him closer, and he let him, excitement still buzzing through his body.
“I can feel you smiling,” Robert whispered hoarsely.
“I was just thinking about how perfect we are together.”
Chapter 31
The sun warmed Robert’s skin as he rolled from his chest to his back on the double recliner he shared with Landon at their private adult swimming pool in their building. His eyes were closed, the hot sun hopefully doing its job to tan his skin before they hit the beach in a few days. Landon lay next to him, close enough to have their sides touching. Landon found his hand and threaded their fingers together. “Do you need more sunscreen?”
Robert broke out in a giant grin, squeezing Landon’s hand. “Enough with the pale jokes.”
“It’s not a joke. Skin that white fries like bacon. Best way to ruin a honeymoon is a sunburn.”
Robert reached for his sunglasses on top of his head and dropped them over his eyes while lifting enough to look at his gorgeous guy.
“You’ve got a never-ending supply of pale jokes, don’t you?”
Landon reclined back in his seat, eyes remaining closed, a lazy smile curling his lips as he said, “What was that you said last night? We’re married now, you gotta accept me for who I am.”
Robert barked out a laugh, nodding. “I like it better when I say it, not you.”
His gaze traveled the length of Landon’s body. He itched to explore Landon’s defined stomach muscles. Landon’s head tilted toward him, lips puckering, somehow knowing he needed a kiss. Over the last fifteen hours, they’d taken the wedding night rituals to heart. He’d been with Landon repeatedly, and based on the need running through him, that clearly wasn’t enough.
“I love you,” Landon whispered in that husky way he had that seemed to unintentionally reach out and caress his heart like a soothing balm.
“I love you, too.” Robert leaned forward, kissing Landon’s sweet lips.
“Robert. Seriously?” Autumn said. Her voice acting like a bucket of cold water tossed their way.
The moment with his new husband ruined by her screechy tone, like nails on a chalkboard. Robert hoped for no outward reaction, like his back tightening, so he could pull off indulgent when Landon jerked away, dislodging Robert as he quickly sat up. Robert was slower to turn, and when he did, he sprawled out on the recliner.