Rialto (Unbreakable Bonds 8)

“God, I can never get enough of you,” Ian whispered. “Think it will always be like this?”

“Yeah, I do.” He rolled Ian onto his back and came over him, nudging his thighs apart with his knee. He lay between Ian’s slim legs and ground his dick against him. Ian’s arms and legs wrapped around him, holding on tight before he let go and ducked his head to suck on Hollis’s neck. Heavy emotion filled Hollis. He loved having Ian’s mouth on him, loved the way he gave himself over to Hollis. Loved the pleasure Ian took in his body. Sex with Ian was always a revelation, a glorious buffet of feelings and sensations. He felt drunk on the man.

Hollis moved down, nipping and licking, relishing the tight muscles and soft skin. He sucked Ian’s nipples, then the lines of his abdomen and the sexy hip muscles he couldn’t get enough of. His husband was so damn sexy, his lithe form writhing in sensual pleasure as Hollis worshiped him with lips and tongue.

Ian’s cock jerked against his chin and Hollis turned to run his nose along it, taking in the heady scent of Ian, the wonderful musk. He traced one of the veins with his tongue before going lower to lave Ian’s lightly furred balls. He buried his nose in his pubic hair and took a long, deep breath before taking one of his balls into his mouth.

Ian cried out and spread his legs wider. “Come up here.”

Hollis kissed the tip of his cock. He ran his tongue around the soft head, the sharp flavor of pre-cum making him suck Ian in deeper. When Ian tugged on him, he pulled off and smiled against his belly, then inched his way up Ian’s chest, detouring to both nipples before he reached Ian’s mouth. Hollis pressed him into the bed.

“Want you to fuck me.” Ian nipped his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. “Wanna feel you inside me.”

Hollis rolled them to their sides and kept going to get the lube on the side table. He stretched out on his back. “Sit astride me,” he said as he coated his fingers in lube. Anticipation made his hand shake, and he spilled a lot of it on them.

Ian rose over him, staying up on his knees, and Hollis reached between his legs to rub his slick fingers around Ian’s hole. He pushed lube into him with one finger, then two. He slowly slid those fingers in and out of Ian’s body, watching his face as lust slackened Ian’s mouth and caused his eyes to go half-lidded.

“So fucking sexy,” he breathed as he breached his husband with his fingers. “So hot inside. Can’t wait to get my dick in there.”

Ian grabbed the lube and slathered it over Hollis’s length slowly, stroking his hand up and down, squeezing it just right. The slickness felt so good, Hollis’s mouth fell open and he gasped air into his lungs. He could come just like this, with Ian’s hands on him and his fingers inside the man’s ass. When Ian did that rolling hip move, Hollis changed his mind. He wanted in his husband more than he wanted his next breath.

He pulled his fingers out and grasped Ian’s hips to position him over his cock. Ian guided him inside, slowly, slowly lowering himself onto Hollis. Tight, slick heat surrounded him, and he went still as heady pleasure swamped him. “Fuck, so tight.”

Ian rose, using the strong muscles of his thighs, then lowered himself again, this time faster. He lifted and fell a few more times before Hollis was seated all the way inside him. He grasped Ian’s hips and that was when he really did the hip rolling, driving Hollis out of his ever-loving mind. It rocked him deep inside his husband. Ian clenched his muscles tight, gripping Hollis in a velvety hot vise at the same time.

“Fuck!” He threw his head back and gritted his teeth, pleasure making his vision go gray. He wanted to stay buried inside Ian forever.

“Yeah,” Ian breathed. “So good.”

Hollis brought his head down so he could watch Ian, watch the desire wash over his beautiful features. Ian rode him slowly, his hand on his own cock as he gasped and writhed on Hollis.

He could only stare up at the man, could only feel how hot and tight he was, see how gorgeous he was like this. It was Hollis’s favorite position because he didn’t miss anything. He liked all the ways he took Ian. From behind, bent over everything from the bed to the couch to the kitchen counter. He liked Ian on his back with his legs in the air.

But this would always be his favorite because he could watch his man take his pleasure. Could feel the ripple of his muscles as he worked himself on Hollis. Could watch the undulations of his graceful body. It was like watching Ian revel in his sexual glory and being, like he was claiming Hollis, and Hollis so wanted to be claimed by this man.