Down by Contact (The Barons 2)

Simeon was biting his lower lip and giving me the heavy-lidded stare that made my dick pulse. “And you never thought that was . . . a little queer?”

“I tried not to analyze what it meant.” I stopped caressing him just long enough to swipe the lube from my bedside table. “I just knew that I was fixated on you, and it pissed me off. But now? Now this ass is mine. You are mine.”

He held my gaze a moment longer then exhaled slowly and dropped his head down to the bed. Pushing his ass back to rub against my swollen length, he said, “Let me feel it then.”

Something about the throb in his voice got to me just enough for my hands to tremble as I lubed up. They kept shaking when I breached him and slid into the core, encasing myself in all that hot tight flesh. I planted my hands on his ass cheeks again, spreading them apart so I could watch myself pump in and out of him with slow shifts of my hips. He rocked back on me, a signal for me to go faster, and clenched around my dick when I kept going slow.

“Shit,” I breathed, tilting my head back as he twisted his hips and fucked himself on me. “I could die right now and be real okay with it.”

Simeon looked at me again, gaze scanning me with heat that scorched my skin. “Better not. I have long-term plans for you and getting a lot more of this.”

“Me too, gorgeous.”

I jerked him upright, enjoying the look of surprise that washed over his face every time I effortlessly manhandled him. Simeon may have been used to being with other men, but he’d never been with one like me—a linebacker who doubled as a wall of ruthless muscle. And he loved it. I could tell. Especially because I could hold him up against me while still moving in and out of his ass with nothing more than an arm crossed over his chest and a hand bracing against the headboard.

“Adrián,” he panted. “Pretty sure you were born to be a bomb-ass top.”

“Maybe just yours.”

He gave me another one of those wild-eyed looks, and I responded with a kiss. Sliding our tongues together and then sucking on his while our lower bodies moved together. It was perfect. He was perfect. We were perfect together.

An explosion of urgency went off inside me. I shoved him up against the headboard so he was holding on to the edge with my hands covering his, and moved faster. His ass bounced back on me, milking me with a rhythm that had my eyes sliding shut and my mouth hanging open. The bliss seeping into every pore of my body was humbling, and it blotted out everything else in my mind.

The only thing I could think clearly, through the rough gasps for air and the frantic string of curses pouring out of my mouth the closer I came to my peak, was that I never wanted him to leave.

I shouted his name when I came, and he gasped out mine over and over after I pushed him onto his back so I could take his dick in my mouth again. With everything raw and frayed from the orgasm that had ripped out of me, I bobbed my head with no care about my gag reflex or how deep he was going. When his semen coated my tongue, I kept sucking because I wanted more and didn’t stop until he shuddered and pushed me away.

We lay on the bed breathing hard until he exhaled loudly and stretched.

“You’re pretty good at sex,” he said.

“Yeah, I know.”

Simeon smacked my thigh, but grinned broadly. “Is this the part where we talk? ’Cause I don’t know if I have the brain cells for it right now. You sucked ’em out.”

I burst out laughing so hard the bed shook. He rolled onto his side with a grin and draped an arm over me. Us together in this bed, sweaty and reeking of sex, was natural and good, and something I didn’t want to have to miss. Ever.

“I want to keep seeing you,” I said bluntly. “I don’t care if we have to sneak around.”

Simeon rubbed his thumb against my clavicle, half of his face hidden by a pillow. “Like . . . be boyfriends?”

There was a hint of a snicker in his voice. I didn’t care.

“Whatever you want to call it. I definitely would prefer you didn’t fuck anyone else, or I’d be fighting dudes every weekend. My ass would stay on suspension.”

Simeon bit his lip, but it did nothing to disguise the smile creeping over his face. “Adrián Bravo wants to be my boyfriend.”

I poked his stomach. “Come on. Be serious.”

“Okay.” He tried to school his face and failed, laughing again.