Promises Part 2 (Bounty Hunters 2)

“Come on, Roman. Show me what you got.”

He was taunting him. What the hell? This was a first for Quick, but he was going to enjoy it. He reached beneath them and squeezed Cayson’s ass while he hoisted his leg up on his shoulder. He’d seen this position in one of the videos he’d watched, so he hoped his man enjoyed it too.

Quick eased out to the tip, pulled Cayson’s ass cheeks apart, and dove back in with a little more force, testing Cayson’s bravado.

“Yes, that’s it! More, Rome.”

He’d thought he’d gone overboard, but his doctor surprised the hell out of him by wanting more. He ached to give Cayson exactly what he’d missed, so Quick set a fast pace, making sure his own groin ground against Cayson with every thrust. He turned his face and licked the crease behind Cayson’s knee, sucking a mark there when Cayson called out his name. Quick’s hair was all over the place while he concentrated on hitting a spot that he knew would drive Cayson wild. He pulled Cayson’s other leg up on his shoulder, equal parts surprised and turned on that Cayson could handle the position, Quick practically had him folded in half. He pounded his doctor’s ass, the loud sound of skin slapping spurring him to leave an impression, to let Cayson know who owned him. Cayson may not be ready to admit it, but Quick already knew. After this, Cayson was it for him. He’d found home.

“You feel incredible,” Quick confessed, kissing Cayson’s neck and jaw, panting with each stroke. He had to slow down just a tad so they could catch their breath. He wasn’t ready for this to be over, but his balls screamed to let go of his release.

“You’re gonna make me come, Rome,” Cayson groaned, arching his back. “Oh, god. You feel so good. Fuck, it’s been so long.”

“You don’t have to want anymore.” Quick let Cayson’s legs fall back to the bed while he gave his starved doctor all he had. He braced both hands on either side of Cayson’s head, while sweat ran down his face from his exertion, a look of seriousness etched across his features while he concentrated solely on Cayson.

“I’m ‘bout to come so fuckin’ hard.” Cayson’s eyes slammed shut, and Quick had the urge to make him open them and watch their union but he let his man have his way. Let him buck himself on his cock and claw and dig at his hips to pound harder. Quick laced their fingers together and pinned Cayson’s hands against the wooden headboard, while he rammed his cock against Cayson’s prostate.

Cayson went still and rigid for a split second, and Quick thought he’d done something wrong until Cayson yelled out his name with the first gush of pearly liquid from his cock hitting just above his navel. With nothing touching his dick, they both watched in amazement as Cayson spurted more and more come onto his stomach.

Quick used one hand to keep Cayson pinned and the other he swiped through the warm jizz pooling between them. He gave it an experimental taste, not hating it, but it didn’t taste like pineapples, either. It tasted like Cayson. He leaned down and drove his tongue deep in Cayson’s mouth. Sharing with him.

“You taste good,” Quick confessed after another taste.

“Let me go. I wanna make you come,” Cayson said lazily. He sounded drunk and Quick smiled, loving that he’d put that look on his beautiful face. It’d been years, and no one else had bothered to learn what Cayson needed. If this was all it took to make him so blissed out, then Quick had everything handled from here. He let go of Cayson’s wrists, gently kissing each one.

His cock was still rock hard, his balls aching and tight, but he was a patient man. This wasn’t about him at all. He’d let Cayson take the lead for a little while.

“Lie on your back.”

Quick ran his hand through his damp hair, pushing it behind his ears while he got comfortable under Cayson’s sweat-slick body. He was so perfect. So sweet and full of compassion. Inside and out. There wasn’t a sum of money on earth large enough to make him walk away from this man.

Cayson climbed on top of him and grabbed his stiff length, placing it against his hole. He lowered himself slowly, throwing his head back, exposing his long throat, sinking all the way down. “Fuck I’ll never get used to that.”

Quick grabbed Cayson’s thighs, enjoying the feel of them flexing under his palms while Cayson gyrated on top of him. He kept it slow and sensual. It gave him a completely different feeling than the fast fucking. This made him feel loved. Made him want to love in return. The warmth flooding his heart was overwhelming.