He stretched those long arms over his lover’s head, keeping him trapped for his amusement. Julian was caught up in the pleasure of Beckett’s body. Nothing else in the world mattered.
Beckett’s deep moans were damned addicting. He loved drawing the guttural sounds from the man beneath him. Beckett freed his hands, those warm palms settling on either side of his face as they held him long enough for a deep kiss.
Julian pulled out and slammed back into his lover over and over as Beckett clawed at his back. His legs trembled from exertion. He was close. His balls ached to be emptied, and the liquid fire rushing through his veins threatened to incinerate him on the spot.
Their groans mingled as he grabbed Beckett’s cock and stroked him in time with his thrusts. Nothing had ever felt as good as being balls deep in Beckett. He struggled to keep moving, so afraid he was going to come. He fought the fire licking up his spine. Sweat beaded his brow as he fucked Beckett with hard, demanding thrusts.
“Ahh fuck yes! I’m close, Julian.” Beckett’s husky and ragged words underscored how close he was to the edge.
“Come, B.” As soon as the command left his mouth, he plunged in one last time. Beckett’s ass clamped down on him and ropes of come painted the ridges of Beckett’s stomach. The sight of Beckett giving in to his release took Julian over the edge and had him erupting in the condom. His body shook with pleasure as he rode out his orgasm.
Lost to his release, he collapsed face down on Beckett, fighting to draw air into his burning lungs even as the edges of his vision dimmed.
Beckett’s firm lips pressed against his temple. “That was amazing, Julian.”
He lifted his head, pushing himself up on shaky arms to gaze down at a blissed-out Beckett. “I believe you meant to say mind-blowing. Thank you.”
He slanted his lips over Beckett’s and kissed his Marlboro Man for all he was worth.
Chapter 26
“Guys, come on!” a very impatient airport attendant called from several feet away, causing Beckett to lift his head from the beauty in his arms to give the woman a nod. She gestured wildly with her hands in the air, her frustration clear. “You’re killing me. You gotta get movin’ or I’ll get in trouble.”
The problem with her request was that Julian had his mesmerizing hard body pressed enticingly flush against Beckett, his arms wrapped around Beckett’s neck. Julian wouldn’t release his tight hold. Their long goodbye was on display for the entire world to see.
Well, for anyone in the world who might be awake and at the airport by five forty-five on a Monday morning. Beckett’s always impeccably dressed boyfriend—please let Julian see himself as my boyfriend—had dressed down this morning. Julian wore a slouchy beanie, designer sunglasses and an equally designer pair of formfitting joggers. He looked sophisticatedly rumpled in the sexiest of ways, always in the sexiest of ways. What made it all that much better was that Julian had opted to stay cuddled up with him in bed until the very last possible moment for them to leave.
Beckett’s whole heart connected with Julian in a complete and everlasting way.
“She’s not wrong. We need to get going.” Beckett nodded toward the attendant. He had forty minutes to navigate the airport before boarding his flight with Woofer in tow.
Beckett bent his head for a final press of the lips when Julian met him with another soul-destroying kiss. They’d been coming one right after another for the last ten or so minutes that they had been parked outside the departure entrance.
Julian’s strong fingers tightened their grip on Beckett’s T-shirt as he backed away from the passion of the kiss. Julian’s bright blue eyes fluttered open as he whispered against Beckett’s lips. “I owe you everything.”
“You owe me nothing. This has been the best week of my life.” Beckett shook his head and tightened his hold around Julian’s waist, doing the exact opposite of what the attendant had instructed them to do. He didn’t want gratitude to come from what they had shared with one another. He wanted a long-lasting coupling and nothing less. “I should be thanking you for finally letting me in. I was beginning to think it would never happen.”
Julian’s palms pushed upward and out of Beckett’s firm hold to take his cheeks, stopping him from saying or doing anything more than looking Julian in the eyes. “Come back as soon as you can and plan to stay with me. We got along pretty well together except that you take more than your share of the bed.”
Beckett’s silly grin instantly widened at the allegation. “That’s on you, and you know it.”
“Well, I knew one of us did.” Julian cheekily quipped and stepped away. Beckett begrudgingly let him go.