The Sunset Job (The Rainbow's Seven 1)

“Not fighting tooth and nail for you. Letting you go, thinking it’d be best for you, only knowing that it would kill me. I should have listened to my heart. I should have chased after you, let you know how much I wanted you back at my side.” Roman’s throat grew tight, his head light. His heart started to hammer. Heat began to rise.

“How would you have let me know?” Wyatt asked, looking up into Roman’s eyes.

Roman licked his lips. “Like this.”

He went in, unable to hold anything back. His lips locked with Wyatt’s, and they melted into one another, their tongues dancing and their breaths melding. Roman tasted the sweet berries from the wine, mixed with the taste unique only to Wyatt, one that exploded every single serotonin receptor in Roman’s brain.

Roman’s entire being became flooded with lust, his mind focusing on one thing and one thing only: getting Wyatt naked and underneath him. He pulled off Wyatt’s shirt and tugged down his shorts, helped when Wyatt lifted himself off the couch. Wyatt’s light blue briefs were doing a terrible job at holding in his erection. The pink head peeked from the side, already dripping wet.

Roman let out a hungry groan, rubbing Wyatt’s stiffening length before getting down on his knees so that he could rub his face against him instead of his palm. “Jeez, Roman, you’re so goddamn sexy. That feels so good.”

He throbbed through the briefs, against Roman’s cheek as he dug his nose into the crook of Wyatt’s thigh, letting the precome wet the side of his face. He turned and ran his tongue over the leaking slit, earning a tortured moan from Wyatt, who now had a good grip on Roman’s hair and was using it to tug him closer.

Roman pulled Wyatt’s cock out from the leg of his briefs, admiring it for a moment before deciding he had to have it down his throat.

“Oh fuck,” Wyatt hissed through a breath as his hard cock stuffed Roman’s mouth. Wyatt opened his legs a little wider and gripped Roman’s head with both hands, pulling him down and holding him there, eyes rolling back with pleasure.

Roman gagged, coming up for air before licking his way down to Wyatt’s balls, sucking one into his mouth and swirling his tongue, Wyatt’s sweet, musky scent filling Roman with every deep inhale.

“Fuck, I missed this so fucking much,” Roman said, stroking Wyatt and looking up into the most beautiful golden-brown eyes he’d ever seen, those symmetrical freckles contrasting the sinful gaze that poured from Wyatt’s eyes.

It made Roman even hungrier, the craving to devour every piece of him intensifying.

“Take these off,” Roman growled, standing up as he undressed in record time. Wyatt pulled off the blue briefs and threw them in the pile.

“There.” Roman stepped forward, pulling Wyatt onto him. He clamped their lips together in a desperate kiss. A current of bliss coursed through him, originating from where their hard lengths crossed together, their shafts throbbing against the other. “God, you feel so good against me.”

Wyatt nipped at Roman’s neck. “Wait until you feel me on top of you.”

“Yeah? You want to sit on my fat cock?”

“Mhmm,” Wyatt whimpered as Roman reached around and grabbed a handful of his ass, his finger probing toward Wyatt’s needy hole. Roman could feel the electricity buzzing through the man, sparks flying everywhere skin touched skin. A chemical reaction that threatened to blow more than just the roof off their hotel. They stumbled backward, toward a wall draped in red velvet. His toes sank into the plush carpet, curling downward as Wyatt thrust his hips forward, his cock painting Roman’s belly with slick precome.

Roman brought his fingers up to Wyatt’s mouth and let him suck on them, his tongue swirling around each one, popping it out and moving to the next with a lusty smile playing on his face. With his fingers coated in Wyatt’s spit, he brought them back to Wyatt’s tight hole, pushing forward and slipping in.

“Oh fuuuuck,” Wyatt groaned as Roman went in further. His warm channel gave no resistance, the silky soft walls tightening around Roman. It drove him absolutely fucking wild, knowing that he was knuckle-deep inside of a man who had the ability to light his entire world on fire. A man who he’d been sure had gotten away, and one he never wanted to let go of again.

“Come,” Roman said, walking them toward the bed, finger still inside of Wyatt. “I need to give you more than my finger.”

Chapter 16

Wyatt Hernandez

Wyatt’s body was being overrun with pleasure. Every single one of his circuits was misfiring, the sensation of Roman’s finger inside of him was almost too much. He rolled his eyes back as they moved to the bed, where he got onto his fours and pushed his ass up. Roman curled his finger and pushed against Wyatt’s swollen prostate, making his cock jerk and leak, a clear drop of precome falling down from the tip and wetting the silky-soft white sheets.