Promises Part 1 (Bounty Hunters 1)

“Make love to me again, Vaughan.” Duke’s morning voice could be described as nothing less than lewd and X-rated. “Put that long cock back inside me.”

“Oh, fuck.” Vaughan’s eyes rolled behind his eyelids. He fumbled with his cock; anxiously lining it up to Duke’s opening. He slid in just as slowly as the night before and the grip Duke had on his shaft was tight enough to make Vaughan hiss at the unforgiving squeeze. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” As he sank into the depth. “Tightest ass ever, sweetheart.”

“It’s yours. Take it,” Duke instructed groggily.

Vaughan slowly dragged in and out, letting them feel all of each other. He pushed Duke’s leg up higher and angled his cock inside to peg that spongy gland that had Duke declaring his love for him and cursing him at the same time.

“Harder. Fuck me hard.”

Vaughan growled in Duke’s ear. “Not now. As much as I want to hear you scream until your neighbors know my name, I’m going to make you wait for that.”

Duke snapped his own protest but Vaughan spread Duke’s cheeks and pushed in again, pegging and brushing his prostate as he did.

“Fuck, listen to you. Sounding like you’re in love with my dick already.” Vaughan looked down at their connection. Saw his cock slick and shiny with his own come from the previous night. It was enough to make him shoot off again. He was rocket ship hard and his head was pulsing to the same beat as his dick. “So damn deep inside your tight ass you can barely move.”

Duke cursed him.

“All the expletives you can think of won’t stop me, sweetheart. I can make you fly.” Vaughan buried himself again, grinding himself into Duke’s ass, his mouth pressed firmly against his ear. “Beg me, Duke. Beg me to love you, beg me to fuck you.” Vaughan thrust deep with each statement. “Beg me for more, beg me to stop.”

Duke’s body began to shake and Vaughan knew he had him. Had his man where he’d wanted him for years. A shivering, aching, needy mess beneath him, impaled. Long strokes seemed to be Duke’s undoing, along with Vaughan’s provocative talking.

“I’m not going to bang you out this time, honey. Not yet. Still gonna go nice and easy until you’re healed enough to take the kind of fucking I’m going to give you.” Vaughan’s tone and his words contradicted how he moved. He dug in and out of his lover as slowly as he could muster. But he kept talking about how hard he was going to take Duke’s ass. “As soon as this cast is gone and we’re both one hundred percent healed, I’m going to get that dildo you tried to keep hidden in your nightstand drawer and I’m going to watch you fuck yourself with it while I feed you my cock.”

Vaughan caressed down the side of Duke’s face to his lips while he continued to love him from behind. “I’ll try not to fuck the hell out of this perfect mouth, but I make no promises.”

Vaughan’s balls pulled up high against his body when Duke pulled Vaughan’s middle finger into his mouth and began to suck it like he’d do his dick. He swirled his tongue around the tip of his finger before pushing the entire digit back down his throat, deep enough to tickle his esophagus.

“Oh, you bastard,” Vaughan whispered harshly, his hips snapping on their own. So he wasn’t the only one that could play dirty. Duke squeezed his ass muscles tight and wrenched a wail from Vaughan that was so extreme, he had to bury his face in the back of Duke’s hair to scream his release.

“That’s better. Come hard for me,” Duke coaxed in that sexy southern twang, sounding the most satisfied Vaughan had ever heard.

He finished grunting and sputtering around his orgasm like he’d never come before. “So perfect.” He nuzzled between Duke’s shoulder blades, tracing the muscles he found there with his tongue. “You’re perfect.”

Next thing he knew Duke was asleep again. Well he knew how to make his man rest. While he cleaned them up again, he thought he’d have to make it up to Duke for him not getting to come, but as he wiped up his mess he saw the large damp spot in front of Duke and the dried residue on his cockhead. His man had come. Was Vaughan that consumed by his own orgasm that he hadn’t even realized it? This is going to be so much more fun than I thought. Still in the same position, Vaughan held Duke as he slept.

It was a Saturday night. Quick sat on his patio sipping his fifth beer, not counting how many he’d had at the little bar across the street. His son had gone over to his best friend’s house again. They’d been on their fifth or sixth date now, who knew. It seemed like they were always doing something together while they were on the final stretch of their recuperation. Duke’s cast was off and both of them were passing their check-ups with flying colors, their bodies almost back to top shape.