His Hart's Command (Nothing Special 6)

“Unnngh! Grrrr.” Hart’s growl sent Free spinning. He sucked Hart’s sac into his mouth and swallowed around it, pulling, groaning and vibrating his balls as Hart battled through his powerful orgasm. And damn was it forceful. Hart’s shaft pulsed in his palm as jets of hot cum shot from his slit and hit in the center of his chest. More ran over his fist. Hart emphasized each pulse with a fierce grunt that made Free shoot his load instantly, startling him. He yelled with his mouth still full of balls, his shouts of ecstasy muffled. He spilled so long he began to fear for Hart’s mattress. He finally surrendered Hart’s nuts and dropped his head on the inside of his thigh, out of breath and wonderfully spent.

“Goddamn.” Hart breathed heavily, still lightly touching Free’s cheek. “I can’t believe…”

Free smiled against Hart’s groin, enjoying the soothing rubs. Free noticed that no matter how excited Hart got, no matter how amazing it felt, he was still mindful of how hard he was squeezing. As if being careful to always only touch him in the best way.

“Come up here. I wanna kiss you some more.”

Free licked his lips and crawled up Hart’s body, ignoring the sticky mess between them. Hart turned them to their sides, handling and maneuvering Free as if he weighed nothing. Before he was even settled on the bed, Hart slanted his mouth over Free’s and kissed him thoroughly, reaching as deep with his tongue as he could. Free moaned around the slick appendage and threw one leg over Hart’s hip, his cock shuddering back to life.

He could lay there all day, all week, just like this.

Hart palmed his chin, then placed a few kisses along his jaw, growing braver and more confident. “Never knew I’d like kissing so much,” Hart confessed softly.

Free’s heart ached. He leaned in and kissed Hart’s slack mouth, one hand deep in his beard. Hart moaned and squeezed Free harder, closing his eyes and tilting his chin forward. Free stroked him there like Hart desired. How could she have denied him this? Damn that woman.

“Mmmm. Good morning.” Hart brushed their noses together, aiming for Free’s other cheek. “I’ve never woken up like that before in my life.”

Free ran his hand over Hart’s broad shoulder. “It’s a very good morning, yes. And, I’m glad you liked it.” I wish I could wake you like that every morning.

“I did. A lot. I can’t.” Hart chuckled lightly. “Like is really putting it mildly. But, I’m not sure I can find a more appropriate word. I’m just not that intellectual.”

They laid there touching and holding each other, neither of them in a rush to clean the mess they’d made as the morning hours moved in and the brightly lit room told them their fun time was almost over. “What time do you have to go in?”

“God told me to take the morning off.” Free smiled.

“Oh he did?” Hart grumbled. “Cash’s head is so big because he meddles too much.”

“I don’t mind him meddling if he’s going to allow us to do this more often.” Free hoped Hart was taking the hint he was throwing out there.

“So um. Does that mean you want to do this again…soon?”

He liked how Hart added on the soon. Soon couldn’t come fast enough. He wanted to jump up and get through the day so he could get back to soon. “Yes. Very.” Free nodded.

Hart

He turned toward his desk in his home office, trying to concentrate on the notes he’d made for the afternoon’s meeting while he waited for Free to finish in the bathroom. Just the thought of a man in his bedroom cleaning up from their lovemaking had his stomach fluttering with butterflies. Was it insane that he wanted to beg Free not to go, for fear that he may not come back? Even though he’d already expressed an interest in wanting to do more again, soon.

Hart undid the second button of his dress shirt, still quite uncomfortable in the fitted garment. It was only ten in the morning and he’d already pushed up the sleeves of his dark navy blazer. Carlos had emailed him his revised schedule this morning. Now his calendar was full with back-to-back meetings with his commander and the chief. As a small press conference was a possibility, he’d dressed to be camera-ready. He picked up his remote control and muted the television that was airing the gunman suicide on every local news station. So far no one was blaming the police…only Hart blaming himself.

“Hey,” Free said from inside his door.

Hart spun in his chair, facing the sound of that sexy voice. Free looked handsome in dark denim jeans and a plain, white, short-sleeved T-shirt beneath his blue plaid sweater vest. It was nice in a trendy, hip way. Especially the way Free had his dark brown hair styled with a little gel—it made him appear even younger. Damn, had he seriously just had him in his bed? Free’s eyes were full of heat as he gazed back at him.