It's Complicated: A Reservations Story

“That saying is overrated, and I’m not feeling very virtuous at the moment.” Beckett slid his palms down Julian’s back and over the swell of his ass. Then he bent to kiss the scars on his neck and chest. “You’re so perfect, Julian. Every part of you is beautiful.” Beckett slid his hand around his hip and curled around his cock.

Julian’s body lurched at the touch; it had been so long.

“In me now.” Beckett’s tentative rough palm felt amazing on his cock.

He couldn’t help but thrust his hips, fucking into that calloused fist. His balls drew tight against his body as he fought to keep his sanity.

“Get on the bed.” Julian tried to hide the urgency in his command.

Beckett seemed reluctant to let go of Julian. Pausing for only a second before he threw the comforter back and dropped down on the ice blue sheets, situating himself on his back. He bent his thick muscular legs at the knees, then allowed them to butterfly out as he spread his legs wide. Heat rushed through Julian’s body at the sight of Beckett’s blatant invitation.

Beckett made it so damned easy on him.

Need churned within Julian as he leaned down to kiss Beckett’s full lips before he then crawled his way onto the bed, kissing a trail down the man’s body as he went. He licked a wet path down the thick cock then nosed the soft skin of Beckett’s balls, taking his time to enjoy the intoxicating scent that he was forming an addiction to.

He reached up to take Beckett’s cock in his mouth.

“Julian.” Beckett’s warning helped to keep him on track. Hell, it wasn’t his fault Beckett’s body was so fucking tempting.

With a sigh, Julian sat up and grabbed the lube from the nightstand along with a condom. He got back on his knees and scooted between Beckett’s parted thighs. He ripped open the foil package with his teeth then rolled the condom on. Using his thumb, he flipped the lid of the lube open and drizzled the oil on his fingers before tossing the bottle aside.

His movements were sure, his craving so damned strong.

Julian slid his fingers over Beckett’s perineum and dropped down to follow their path with his tongue. Beckett’s moans grew desperate as Julian took the time to lick across the tender flesh and pressed his slick thumb into Beckett’s tightness. Beckett’s quick intake of breath had Julian’s body vibrating with an urgency that he’d believed had been stolen from him the night of the attack.

He used his fingers and tongue to work Beckett open. Beckett grabbed his knees, lifting his ass, giving Julian the best possible angle as he added two fingers, pumping them in and out of the other man’s body, enjoying the tight heat gripping him. He curled his fingers to find the tight bundle of nerves.

“Please.” Beckett’s breathless plea drew his attention.

“You’re tight, Beck. I don’t want to hurt you.” Julian gently removed his fingers.

“You won’t. You can’t. I need you,” Beckett begged.

He’d remember this night for the rest of his life. He had to make sure Beckett was primed and ready for him. He quickly reached for the lube again and slicked the condom this time. Situating himself as he gripped his own cock, locking eyes with Beckett, who easily held his stare. Julian panted. His heart raced as he gathered confidence from the sweet gaze urging him on. He pushed the tip of his cock past the tight ring of muscle he’d worked to relax.

The ecstasy of Beckett’s body took Julian’s breath.

Home.

He was finally home.

Beckett’s pleasure-filled moan sent tingles dancing along his spine as white-hot heat engulfed Julian.

His vision dimmed, and the breath he’d held rushed out of him as he sank into all that scorching mind-numbing tightness. Julian had always prided himself on being able to last forever, to please a client before himself, but this was different. So fucking different.

“God, you’re tight.” He held still as Beckett’s body stretched to accommodate him. It fit him so perfectly as if made just for him. Overwhelmed with a barrage of unfamiliar feelings and sensations, he fought to push the thoughts aside. He was seriously in danger of coming if he moved.

“Fuck me, Julian.” Beckett’s dark eyes searched his. Julian felt as if Beckett were his foundation in this moment, grounding him. Showing Julian that he had this. Beckett reached up, grasped Julian’s head, and pulled him down, welding their mouths together in a rough, satisfying kiss. Julian opened for Beckett, their tongues tangling and teeth clashing as he slowly moved in and out of Beckett.

Beckett’s body clenched around his. Julian immersed himself in an inferno of gripping heat. He canted his hips, thrusting harder as he plundered Beckett’s mouth with his tongue. Their bodies strained as they moved as one. He caught Beckett’s hands in his as Beckett wrapped his long legs around Julian’s hips, his heels digging into Julian’s ass.