Promises Part 2 (Bounty Hunters 2)

Quick dragged his hands up Cayson’s back and massaged his neck while staring into those crystal blues. Eyes that were naked and open. Showing Quick all that he needed and wanted. They kissed for a long time, kissed until it became its own powerful language, kissed until one of them had to wrench away to breathe.

With their eyes still locked, Quick slowly ran his hands down Cayson’s smooth back until he got to the top curve of his ass. Cayson’s pupils dilated to twice their size, which Quick took as a very good sign. Not wanting to feel the cotton of Cayson’s underwear, he lifted the waistband and eased both hands inside and over the softest, most luscious ass cheeks he’d ever felt.

Cayson whined in his ear, his face buried in Quick’s neck. “Ahh, god, Rome. Your touch feels so good.”

Quick ached, too. Not from the lack of sex in his own life, but for Cayson. He had no clue when the man had last been touched or cared for the way he needed it most, but his wait was over. “You can have anything you want.” Quick applied more pressure, kneading Cayson’s ass in his controlling grip. When his doc began to writhe on Quick’s thigh, he used his middle finger to tease the crack of Cayson’s ass, not quite giving him all of what he begged for. This was their first real intimacy. They weren’t about to rub off a quickie on the couch. With newfound determination, Quick pulled Cayson from out of hiding and ordered, “Upstairs.”

Cayson slowly got up and Quick was close behind him, taking the steep stairs that led to his man’s bedroom. Quick let his pants fall to the floor, as he watched Cayson climb onto the bed, and turned to face him. Quick absently pulled on his pulsing length. Cayson made such a breathtaking sight. His beautiful, pale body spread out on his royal blue sheets. Waiting for Quick to take all his stress away, like a good partner is supposed to.

Quick stalked up Cayson’s body, starting at the foot and licking his way up until he got to his mouth. No skin was left untouched and Cayson was an absolute mess by the time Quick reached his lips. His hair was rumpled and askew on top of his head, and his hands reached and grasped at Quick’s strong arms while he held himself over top of him.

“Turn over.” Quick’s voice had turned dark and frightening, but it excited the hell out of his impatient doctor. Cayson flipped over, pushing his long, hard cock between his legs, giving Quick quite an erotic show. He wanted Cayson to be comfortable with him, so he had to appear as if he knew what he was doing. Basically, he did. He was doing what came natural to him, what had always been natural to him.

He started at the base of Cayson’s neck and began to kiss his way back down. His own cock was hanging heavy with neglect, but he was going to stay focused. Pulling up the images in his head from the porno, Quick flicked his tongue inside the dents on the sides of Cayson’s ass, driving him crazy with anticipation.

“Rome,” Cayson begged. His smaller fist reaching back and clenching anxiously in Quick’s long hair.

“Shh.” Quick cupped and caressed one soft, lightly furred ass cheek, slicking down the fine, golden brown hairs with his tongue while he worked his way to the center. Both of them were moaning loudly by the time Quick parted Cayson’s ass and went after his unloved hole.

Cayson

All he could do was moan. Cayson buried his face in his pillow to stifle his cries of ecstasy while Quick tenderly laved at his hole. Oh, my fuckin’ god, has it been that long? Cayson knew he was going to come any minute. It felt too good, too stimulating. He wanted more already.

“Please fuck me.” Cayson sounded like an unsexed slut. He knew he promised to play hard to get from now on, but Quick had more than proven himself. The public affection, the special song, the dancing, and then the garden… What more did Quick have to do to prove he really did like Cayson?

“I’m not gonna fuck you right now.” Quick rubbed and licked at Cayson’s ass while he spoke, his hot breath fanning over his moist hole made him clench with the need to be penetrated.

Not now? Why the hell not?

“Try to relax. I want to do something to you first.”

“Okay,” Cayson said shakily.

“Where’s your lube?”

“Top drawer.” Quick’s hand shot out and yanked the drawer hard enough to send a certain secret flying to the front. Cayson hid his face when his jet-black eight-inch dildo rolled into view. “Kill me now,” Cayson groaned.

Quick didn’t laugh, but amusement was all over his face. He pushed it back further in the drawer where it belonged. Cayson felt solid muscles pressed against his back – and just that fast his shame was gone. Quick pumped his hips and talked Cayson right back into an aching, quivering mess.