Promises Part 2 (Bounty Hunters 2)

“Jesus! Fuck, Rome!” Cayson cried out into the dark open space of his foyer. His hole was clamped around Quick’s dick, pulsing and tensing around him. His voice only a hoarse whisper. “So goddamn full.”

Quick waited a moment while Cayson fell apart in his arms. He held him tight around his chest to keep him close to him, and with his other hand on his smooth hip; he slammed Cayson back into him. He kept his thrusts to a minimum, instead making Cayson do exactly what he wanted. His eyes rolled behind his closed lids when Cayson braced both hands on the wall in front of him and used it for leverage as he thrust back onto Quick’s thick cock, taking it deeper each time he shoved hard into him.

Quick’s cock surged inside Cayson, while his quiet surgeon talked filthy to him. His doctor was a professional in his office and a complete freak in private. An aggressive bottom. Not afraid to take the cock if he had to. Quick was stunned and feeling ten degrees past incredible. “That’s it. Ride my dick, Cays.” Quick leaned over Cayson’s body, still holding him tight to him, only allowing Cayson enough room to buck his ass back against him. Quick pushed his hair behind his ear and turned Cayson’s face towards him so he could whisper against that soft pink mouth. “Ohhhh, fuuuuck. Take this dick, Cays. Goddamnit. Take it.”

Cayson

“Hurt me, Rome. Make it hurt so good.” Cayson pushed back as hard as he could, impaling himself on Quick’s thick rod. God, he didn’t know it could be like this. It was like Quick was consuming him, taking everything Cayson had and telling him that it was enough. He was satisfied. No matter who Cayson dated, he was never enough. He was simply him. And by the time he’d reached thirty, his self-esteem had been shot to hell. No one wanted him, needed him. Not until….

“Damn, you’re fuckin’ tight. Gonna make me come if you keep squeezing me like that.”

Cayson could barely register what Quick’s rough timbre was saying against his cheek, in his mouth, behind his ear. He felt like he was immersed in Quick’s deep sensual voice, listening to him in surround sound. His mouth was everywhere, his hands all over him. The dirty words coming from his bad boy were making Cayson crazy with lust. He could hear gut-wrenching moans, could feel sweat pouring down his brow, but he didn’t know if it was his or Quick’s, their bodies were fused together so perfectly.

It felt like his lover’s strength was stuttering as his orgasm grew nearer. Cayson tried to voice something, but it came out sounding like a whine, a cry for more.

“Fuck you’re driving me crazy with those sweet noises.”

Cayson leaned his head back, craning his neck for a deeper kiss. His ass was full and hot, throbbing around Quick’s dick until it became rock hard.

“You’re so damn hard. Filling me up, Rome.”

“You better stop talking like that,” Quick warned, pulling Cayson flush against his chest, while he panted for breath.

Cayson wondered how far he could push before Quick snapped. He didn’t know he could talk so dirty, didn’t know he could writhe on a dick like a professional tramp until Quick put his hands on him. Cayson’s heart rate kicked up higher at the thought of tempting this big man. “Are you going to punish me Rome? Huh? Make me pay?”

“You’re playing with fire, doctor,” Quick hissed. Cayson’s eyes widened when Quick reached around and grabbed a handful of Cayson’s balls, kneading them roughly before pulling his sack hard enough to make Cayson slap the wall. Every one of his senses was being stimulated. He didn’t know what to do, who to curse, or how to prepare for the most violent orgasm of his life. He could feel it. The all-encompassing feeling starting at the heels of his feet began to snake its way up through his already quivering legs. He fought to hold them both up. Since Quick’s moans had risen higher, he was bearing down harder on Cayson’s body, putting his massive weight behind each punishing thrust. His ass screamed for mercy, and Cayson loved that feeling. Loved being pushed to his breaking point.

“Oh, yeah,” Cayson grunted, and pushed his ass back to meet Quick’s pounding. “Show me how strong you are, Roman.”

Damn. Where was all this coming from? Cayson didn’t know he could be so dirty and flirty, didn’t know he wanted to until Quick threatened him in the most tempting way.

“You want me to punish you?” Quick pulled out to the tip and slammed his hips back into him hard enough to make Cayson yell out in pleasant surprise. “Can you take it hard?” The broad head of Quick’s dick was digging at his prostate every time Quick bottomed out. He was going to blow hard any minute, any one of those thrusts was going to put him over the edge, and he couldn’t wait. He would let Quick know his ass was his. There was no getting better than this, no greener pastures. The alluring green of Quick’s irises was all he needed. They stared at each other for a few seconds, both of their chest heaving and taking in air – when Cayson felt the connection he’d been dreaming of click into place, as easy as a seatbelt locked into its anchor.