His Hart's Command (Nothing Special 6)

“Oh I’m so full. Finally. Ivan, sweetheart. Finally,” Free mumbled more to himself as he rocked his hips back and forth. He sounded as if he was in a trance.

Hart understood. Free felt like home. He was finally where he was meant to be. He wanted to tell him how incredible he felt inside him, wanted to tell him that he’d never made love like this. That it’d never been like this for him. He was his first.

Free was barely moving. His dark eyes had fallen closed, his neck corded and arched. His sweaty abs were clenched tight as he rotated then stilled, as if the pleasure had become too much. Free shuddered, his ass clenching almost violently. Hart grunted, trying to breathe through the fierce yearning to fill Free’s ass with his seed. His dick pulsed and chills spread all over Free’s body, under Hart’s palms. He wanted to do more, felt he should be doing something besides lying there, breathing hard and throbbing. Hart gripped Free’s waist and pulled him down at the same time he tilted his hips up.

“Unnh, ohhh. That’s it, right there.” Free’s pleas sounded like sobs.

Hart did it again, then three times and he knew it was over. “Oh, god. Baby. Len…I…grrrr.”

“Mmmhmm.” Free ground down on him, going as deep as possible and started to come all over his chest in long, thick arcs. “Ohhhhh.” Free’s ass clenched unbearably tighter as his orgasm tore through him. His labored moans of ecstasy ripping a hole through Hart’s chest.

Hart was staring and caught off guard when he felt the first jolt of exquisite fire to his balls. He jackknifed, throwing his arms around Free’s waist and holding him down on his cock while he released inside him. Over and over. He let all his pent-up desire flow. His growls were loud and he didn’t try to mute them. He held Free as if his life meant more than his own. Spilled more inside him as Free cried his name, his ass still pulsing around his shaft…milking him. “Holy shit.”

Free had a vice-like clutch around his neck, his face buried in his throat. They were both breathing so hard, holding on to each other as they tried to bring themselves down.

“Wow.” Free breathed after a while.

Hart loosened his hold, easing them to the mattress, cradling Free’s body close to his. He had something special now… just like his friends.

“I love you, Ivan.”

“I love you, too.” Hart hoped his voice didn’t sound as wrecked as he knew he was. Because Lennox Freeman had him by the beard. Complete and total power.

Free

He’d dressed for work in his RV while Hart put on his uniform in his bedroom. Hart had a meeting scheduled with both teams’ senior officers at nine, so he and Hart had gotten up early enough to shower together… after exchanging lazy hand jobs.

“You ready?” Free asked, standing at Hart’s bedroom door while he strapped his thigh holster on. Damn, he loved the man in his uniform.

“Just about.” Hart stood and began to roll his sleeves to mid-quarter on his forearms while he gave Free’s outfit a once over. “You look nice.”

“Thanks.” Free had chosen a pair of black jeans, with black Doc Martins, and a white and gray button-up shirt. He grinned cheekily, pulling on his collar, “Covers this up fairly well, don’t you think?”

Hart eyed the red passion mark on his throat, right over his pulse point. “I say wear a V-neck,” Hart’s eyes blazed as he stalked over to him. Free took a couple of steps back in retreat.

“Don’t run,” Hart warned.

Free kept going until his back hit the wall next to the window. “Or else, what?”

“Or else I’ll catch you, what else,” Hart grumbled, pressing against Free. They started to kiss like they always did when they were within a foot of each other. Hart broke it off when his phone buzzed. He kept Free pinned there while he checked the message.

“That was Carlos about my schedule. Grrrrr. It’s gonna be a shit day.” Hart shook his head.

“Stop growling. I’ll be right here when you get back,” Free whispered, stroking Hart’s chin.

“And, damn if that’s not the only thing that’s gonna get me through it, baby.” Hart pecked him again. “We better go if we still wanna stop at the diner.”

“So how’d it go last night?” Tech asked beside him. He was working with Free at his station on his Heart Locator. Since they were grounded, they didn’t have much else to do. Steele, Ruxs and Green were currently playing video games on their phones, waiting on their bosses to come downstairs from Hart’s office with the final verdict.

“Fine.” Free tried not to smile but it was pointless.

“Just…fine?” Tech teased knowingly.

“Shut up. I’m not about to tell you a damn thing after you wankers showed up like that last night.” Free turned to scowl at his friend. “You of all people, Techy.”