Promises: The Next Generation (Bounty Hunters 5)

Ty’s heart expanded. If Kell only knew what he had lying in wait for him. All he could’ve dreamed of and more. They held each other, standing in the middle of Ty’s living room. He rested his head on top of Kell’s while smoothing his hand down the locks lying over his shoulder. He stared through his window, his soul and mind content with his heart in his arms.

“I have to use the bathroom… again. Too many glasses of water at dinner or something.” Kell let him go.

“I told you don’t get that Cajun-style dish and burn your mouth up, but you didn’t wanna listen.” Ty pretended to chastise him, dropping heavily onto his couch.

When Kell came out of the bathroom, he went straight to him and stood between his spread thighs. Kell gazed down at him lounging comfortably on his sofa and guessed he thought he needed rucking-up. Kell straddled him and gingerly sat on his lap. Ty released a satisfied groan.

Kell began a slow wind on him while staring deep into his eyes. Ty surged forward and covered Kell’s tempting mouth with his own. He tasted spicy as hell from the bold dish he’d consumed at dinner. Ty wrapped one hand around Kell’s back to keep him tight to him while the other played in his hair. Damnit. He couldn’t have kept his hands off his amazing partner if he’d tried. The sound of their kiss was loud and wet in the quiet apartment. It went on for a long time. Hands roaming and exploring everywhere they could reach. The longer they stayed on that couch playing a dangerous of game of ‘we won’t go too far’ the more Ty knew his will was waning. Kell’s callused hands eased under his shirt, the pads of his thumbs grazing his hard nipples. Ty arched and drove his need harder against Kell’s ass.

“Kell,” Ty growled, going for his throat now. Why did he have to get him all riled up again? He buried his nose at base of Kell’s throat. He always smelled so clean and natural, didn’t taste like perfumes or scented lotions. His fiancé had no artificial flavors. He licked the flat of his tongue along the straining vein in Kell’s neck up to his earlobe, then sucked it between his lips.

Kell whined his name. Rubbing their chests together Kell spread his legs wider, moving. “God, your body feels so good, Ty.” He rotated his pelvis like a dancer. “You’re so hard.”

“Always,” Ty answered, his voice so croaky he frightened himself. He slouched down farther on the couch, resting his head on the back cushions. Now they were practically lying down on each other. So dangerous.

Kell reared back, putting his ass in the perfect position to grind up and down Ty’s rigid shaft. He groaned raggedly, feeling like he was going to come in his damn jeans. Kell’s erection was straining against his own denims, his head thrown back, his long hair swinging wildly with each buck of Ty’s hips. He was weakening. His heart was moaning and crying his name for him to make him feel good. What the hell to do? He leaned up and pulled Kell’s shirt over his head. His light brown nipples were so hard and appetizing. His mouth watered. Ty leaned forward and flicked the angry bud then sucked it in his mouth.

Kell yelled at the sensation Ty gave him and tightened his thighs, his ass still riding up and down on Ty’s dick while it leaked messily in his jeans. He didn’t know how Kell’s pants got mysteriously unbuttoned, but when he glanced down from biting and sucking on Kell’s nipples he saw the head of his ruddy cock poking out of his tight, black briefs. He was shocked for a moment yet his lover seemed oblivious. The more Kell thrust his hips, the more of his cock became visible. Ty looked up and got caught on Kell’s erotic beauty while he was overtaken with passion. He moved his tight little body with frenzied abandon. Ty reached both hands inside the back of Kell’s pants, inside his briefs, and massaged his soft mounds, taking control of their rhythm. Damn, his mind was blown. It all felt so right with his hands possessing Kell’s ass while he pressed his cock against Ty’s exposed abs and worked himself.

“I’m gonna come all over you,” Kell moaned breathily. His sexy hips started to stutter, his lap dance losing its finesse as Ty chanced a graze over Kell’s hole with his middle finger. They both arched and hissed against each other’s mouths. Ty got hungry, hotter the more he stroked that unbreached hole. It was gonna be all his. There was no one there before him, there’d be no one there after him. He didn’t dare push his finger inside, no matter how much Kell begged him to, no matter how much he pushed that smoking ass back against it. Ty held the reins of control with an unyielding grip. He could feel Kell’s thighs trembling with his need to release.