His Hart's Command (Nothing Special 6)

Hart bit at Free’s tender throat while those nimble fingers fumbled with the buttons on his wrinkled dress shirt. The way he was being undressed, with frantic, jerky motions as if Free couldn’t move fast enough made him feel incredible. When Free threw his other leg over his left thigh and straddled his lap, he felt like a fucking king.

“Damn.” Hart groaned as Free’s expression morphed from want to full-blown hunger when he splayed his shirt open then raised his undershirt, revealing his hairy chest. Free clawed at his stomach, up to his pecs.

“Ivan. I don’t know if I wanna just stare or…fuck.” Free bent slowly and licked over Hart’s nipple, making him groan embarrassingly loud. “Yeah. I knew you’d like that.”

Hart gripped Free’s hips when he shifted closer. His dick was solid, stretched uncomfortably along his thigh. Hart was glad Free was content to take the lead for a while. There were moments when he felt like a complete virgin, but he was grateful for Free’s patience. However, Hart didn’t want to wait any longer. Free was the one he wanted to experience all of this with.

Free went to the other nipple and laved on it just as tenderly. His tongue felt like warm satin. He reclined them as far as could before spreading his arms and enjoying the worship Free was giving him. Damn, that’s good. Free held on to his shoulders, massaging and squeezing them while his tongue kept swiping over the hair on his nipples. He rocked his hips back and forth, making Hart’s toes curl in his dress shoes.

“I think I might be just a little bit addicted to you,” Free whispered in Hart’s ear with that faint British accent.

Oh my god.

Free licked along his pulse, up to his ear, then sucked the fleshy part into his mouth. Hart thrust upwards while his hands went back to Free’s hips. He had to still him. The pressure, the sheer fucking act of it all, was becoming too much. Hart cupped those round cheeks and squeezed them as if he didn’t know any better.

Free let his earlobe slide between his teeth, making goosebumps flare all over his body. That mouth should’ve been illegal. Free smelled like hot male flesh, sweat and eight-hour old cologne. Fucking perfect.

Free was reaching for his belt buckle and Hart was on board with it, when his stomach choose to growl loudly. So much so, that Free dropped his forehead against his and laughed lightly. “Sounds like you’re hungry for something else…besides me.”

“Grrrr. Both.” Hart stressed with another aggressive kiss that his empty stomach also interrupted with an even longer growl.

“We can get some food in you first, handsome. We got all night, yes?” Free got up and boldly adjusted his erection in front of his face before turning away. Hart followed that gorgeous ass into his kitchen where Free was scanning the various take-out menus he had clipped to a cork board on the side of his refrigerator.

He went and stood beside him, huffing in annoyance. Am I ever gonna have sex?

“So what’s your preference?” Free asked rocking back on the heels of his nice loafers.

“You,” Hart grumbled.

Free smirked and yanked a menu off the board. “Spicy it is.”

Free

Free was sitting with his legs beneath him on the floor in front of Hart’s living room table stuffing himself with Indian takeout. Even though the big guy had refused to get down there with him and enjoy the smorgasbord they had going on. Hart had piled all his food on a plate and was in his micro suede recliner using a TV tray.

“What is this show again?” Free asked, chasing the last of his curried tilapia with a swig of water. “And why don’t they have any clothes on?”

“Naked and Afraid. So, no clothes is the whole point.” Hart wiped his mouth, still staring intently at the screen as if he was watching an Academy Award-winning show. “God has me hooked on it. Remember that mindless TV I was talking about? This is it. So damn ridiculous. But entertaining as shit.”

“Seriously?” Free eyed him skeptically.

“You have something better to watch?” Hart teased, tossing the remote onto the couch cushion.

“I watch movies.”

“Then find us a movie,” Hart said so casually Free found himself smiling like a love-struck fool at how comfortable they’d already become.

“Fine. I will.” Free went to his tablet. “Want genre do you like? Action, horror, sci-fi…romance.”

Hart pushed his tray to the side, his plate mostly empty. He sat back and got comfortable in his over-sized chair, patting his firm belly. He had a thoughtful look on his face. “I don’t mind romance, but I don’t wanna watch any right now.”

Free slowly got to all fours and stalked his way around the table like an in-heat bitch—not at all believing he was doing that, but he kept going anyway—until he was in front of Hart’s knees. Those frigid, topaz-blue eyes were licking up his hot skin, making him vibrate all over. He placed his hands on both thighs and climbed on top of him, easing his weight down.