Rack & Ruin (THIRDS 3)

Sloane was right. No one liked to admit they’d screwed things up, especially Ash. Dex wasn’t so great at it either. Maybe he needed to give his teammate a break. He wouldn’t be surprised if his real anger toward Ash was stemming from

how the guy was treating his brother. It wasn’t as if the two of them got along on the best of days. “I guess so.”

“Listen. Recon’s going to the hospital to check on the victims and question any witnesses. I know you hate waiting, so….” Sloane took a discreet look around and leaned into Dex, his voice hushed. “How about I take your mind off the wait? We’ll head over to my place and get into bed.” He gave Dex a wicked grin, and his hand slid over Dex’s thigh to his crotch. “I’ll help you relax.”

Dex stole a quick kiss and got to his feet. “Let’s get out of this one-horse town.”

Chapter 6

“YOU’RE SUCH a dork,” Sloane teased, watching his partner squirm and laugh.

“I’m sorry. You know how ticklish I am. Is it my fault you go for those exact spots?”

“But I like those spots.” Sloane hummed as he trailed his tongue up his partner’s inner thigh, loving the taste of Dex’s soft skin. The higher he went, the more Dex squirmed. Deciding he would give his partner a break from the torture, he rose and moved up to kiss Dex. His tongue explored his partner’s mouth while his hand palmed both their erections. Slowly he stroked their cocks, occasionally giving them a squeeze and enjoying the sounds Dex made as he writhed with need. His partner arched his back, his legs spreading for Sloane.

“Sloane,” Dex moaned against his lips.

“Yes?” He knew what Dex wanted, but he loved hearing him say it. His partner’s fingers dug into Sloane’s shoulders, and Sloane groaned his pleasure.

“Please, fuck me.”

Sloane smiled against Dex’s lips as he deepened the kiss. He took the bottle of lube lying beside him on the mattress and sat back on his heels. With a wicked grin, he handed it to Dex.

“Make me wet, baby.”

Dex swallowed hard and sat up. He took the bottle from Sloane, the flush on his face travelling from his cheeks to the tips of his ears and down to his shoulders. Sloane resisted the urge to pounce on his partner. Instead he watched Dex intently as he squeezed a generous amount onto his hand. He closed the bottle and tossed it to one side before getting on his knees. When Sloane got on his back, Dex gave him a puzzled look.

“I want you to ride me.”

“Fuck.” Dex shivered from head to toe.

“That’s the idea.” Sloane put his hands behind his head, and Dex crawled over him. He sat on Sloane’s thighs and wrapped his lubed hand around Sloane’s hard cock, sliding it up to the head and drawing a sharp breath from Sloane. He loved watching his partner. The heated look in Dex’s eyes, the way those plump lips were slightly parted as he slowly eased his hand down to the root, twisting as he went. Sloane closed his eyes with a moan. When Dex had slathered him up good and driven Sloane to the point where he thought he’d come, he grabbed Dex’s wrist and pulled him over. He needed to taste those lips, to claim them as his, and he started by forcing his tongue inside Dex’s mouth, his kisses hungry and needy. Gripping Dex’s ass, Sloane moved Dex onto him, pulling away from Dex’s lips long enough to demand hoarsely, “Fuck yourself on my dick.”

“Oh God.” Dex shifted back and reached behind him. He took hold of Sloane’s cock, and Sloane felt it being pushed between Dex’s ass cheeks. With gritted teeth he watched Dex gradually push himself farther back onto Sloane.

“Fuck. Dex,” Sloane groaned, his hands gripping fistfuls of the sheets as he felt the tightness of Dex’s ass swallowing Sloane little by little. Sloane’s brow was beaded with sweat, and he gritted his teeth until Dex was sitting on him with Sloane shoved all the way up. Dex leaned slightly forward, and Sloane ran a hand up his lover’s chest. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Dex gave him a wicked smile. He sat back and palmed his erection, jerking himself off unhurriedly. Just when Sloane thought the sight would drive him crazy, Dex started to move. Sloane’s hands found Dex’s hips, and he couldn’t hold back his growl when Dex’s gentle rocking turned into Dex fucking himself on Sloane just like he’d asked.

“Oh fuck.” Sloane couldn’t have been more grateful to Dex for bringing up ditching the condoms. In truth, Sloane had been prepared for the question even if he hadn’t thought it would come up so soon. But there was nothing stopping them from taking this step, except for Sloane’s own apprehensions. Now that he was inside Dex like this, every touch, every caress of skin on skin made him desperate for more. More of Dex. More of them. More of what could be. The idea terrified him, and when that happened, he focused all his energy and attention on the beautiful man in front of him. It was going to be difficult to keep this up, but he forced himself to hold back for a little while longer, to appreciate what he was being given. Dex rose and fell back onto Sloane, his moans and whimpers driving Sloane close to the edge.

Dex’s moves quickened as did his hand on his own cock. “Sloane….”

Sloane was beyond speech. He simply nodded, mesmerized by Dex’s face as he came, shooting his load across Sloane’s chest. The way he threw his head back, exposing his neck, his lips parting as he moaned. Sloane watched Dex’s whole body tremble before him, his lover’s skin flushed and glistening with sweat. As Dex climaxed, Sloane was squeezed tightly and he lost it. Dex fell forward onto Sloane’s chest in exhaustion, and Sloane grabbed hold of Dex’s hips, forcing his lover down as he thrust up. The sound of skin slapping skin urged Sloane on, and he lost his rhythm as he pounded into Dex. Sloane buried his face against Dex’s neck and breathed in deeply, the scent intoxicating. His hips snapped against Dex’s ass bringing a gasp from his lover. Dex slipped his fingers into Sloane’s hair and held on tight.

Sloane’s climax slammed into him, and he thrust deep into Dex. He continued to push, feeling his muscles tense and his body burn. When he’d emptied himself completely into Dex, he let his arms fall to his side. He was dripping with sweat and out of breath, with the strength to do nothing but lie there with Dex sprawled on him, both of them trying to catch their breaths.

“That. Was. Fucking. Amazing,” Dex managed, his voice muffled against Sloane’s neck. All Sloane could do was nod. He told himself he should get up to clean them, but who was he kidding. He wrapped an arm around Dex, and before he knew it, he’d dozed off. When he woke up the next morning, Dex was getting back into bed. He smiled widely at Sloane. What the hell was Dex doing up before him?

“Had to pee.”

“Thank you for sharing,” Sloane said with a chuckle. His chest was clean, so he assumed Dex had done more than pee. His partner was also strangely awake. “You had coffee didn’t you?”

Dex hung his head in shame. “I did.”

That explained it. They didn’t even need to be up for another hour. No doubt his partner would be having another cup with breakfast as well. “Come here.” Sloane patted his side, and Dex crawled toward him when he heard a familiar gruff voice call his name. They both froze.

Dex’s eyes widened. “Was that….”