Rialto (Unbreakable Bonds 8)

When Hollis tugged him to his feet, he blinked at him in surprise. “Not good?”

“Too good,” Hollis growled as he set Ian up on the breakfast bar.

“This isn’t hygienic at all,” Ian muttered, though he really didn’t care. He’d scrub the place down in the morning.

Hollis stepped between his legs and ravished his mouth, his big hands stroking Ian’s chest, then his back. He cupped the sides of his head and tilted it, his mouth going to Ian’s neck. Ian shivered, loving kisses there and when Hollis opened his lips over his pulse, he held his breath. Hollis returned to his mouth, spearing his tongue deep inside Ian.

“I hate it when we fight,” he murmured against his lips.

“We don’t do it often, thank goodness.” Ian licked into Hollis’s mouth, wrapping his legs around Hollis’s waist and his arms around his neck. “And we’ve never had one like that.”

Hollis abruptly picked him up and walked toward the stairs.

“I have to cover the brownies,” Ian said as he held on.

“Fuck the brownies. I want you so much. We’ll be lucky to get up the stairs.”

Ian smiled and went back to kissing his husband. Hollis was so damn strong as he carried Ian to their bedroom. He put him on his feet next to the bed and leaned down to tug off his pajama pants. He kissed Ian’s legs, then his hips, before stopping at his cock. He licked it and pulled it into his mouth, his hand coming up to cup his sac.

“Agh,” Ian breathed as he dropped his head back and sucked air into his lungs. One of Hollis’s hands went around to cup his ass, and he pushed Ian into his throat. Ian fucked into his mouth, loving the feel of his tongue sliding around him. He was so wet and so tight. It all felt so fucking good.

When Hollis moved up to his mouth, he sighed against his lips. They were going to be okay, and it wasn’t just because of the sex. Neither had made it through one night mad at the other, and his heart warmed at the realization that their relationship was that strong.

Hollis devoured his mouth, his kisses deep, hot, and wet. Ian stood on his toes and opened wide for Hollis’s tongue as he stroked his hands over Ian’s shoulders and down. Hollis gripped his ass and ground against him.

“What do you want, GQ?”

“You. Just you.” Ian turned and bent over the bed. “Like this.”

Growling, Hollis grabbed the lube and brought his slick fingers to Ian’s hole. He rubbed around it, leaning over to kiss the small of Ian’s back. He nuzzled the skin as he dropped soft kisses there, his fingers slowly sliding into Ian’s body.

Ian groaned and spread his legs more, bracing his hands on the bed. When Hollis entered him, he held his breath at the sting, knowing that pleasure would soon follow. The last time they’d made love he’d just been hurt, but he was fine now, so he hoped Hollis would pound him into the mattress. He loved when the man came over him and pinned him down.

Hollis didn’t disappoint and before long, he was ramming Ian’s prostate and making him see stars. He howled into the bed, gathering the covers in his fists. Hollis’s fingers dug into his hips as he held him and thrust into him over and over.

Fuck, Ian loved this.

Sweat built on their bodies and Hollis grunted when he bottomed out inside Ian. “You feel so damn good,” he said on a moan.

Ian looked over his shoulder to find Hollis watching where their bodies connected. It was dark in the room with only lights from outside filtering through the blinds, but Ian’s sight had adjusted enough to see the glazed lust on his husband’s face. He loved him like this—loved when he gave over to his pleasure and took Ian like this.

He leaned over Ian’s back and sweat dripped from his chest. He lifted Ian onto the bed and crawled up behind him on his knees before spearing into his body. Ian lifted and reached behind him to touch Hollis’s face and Hollis grasped his chin, his fingers going into Ian’s mouth. He sucked on them, gasping at a particularly strong thrust.

Hollis pulled out his fingers and reached to wrap his hand around Ian’s dick. Ian cried out, the dual sensations rocking his whole damn world. He pushed into Hollis’s hand, then back onto his cock, so fired up, he hovered on the edge of his orgasm. When it hit, he yelled and shuddered and came all over Hollis’s hand and the bed. Hollis stroked him through it, groaning softly behind him.

“So fucking hot,” he panted, pulling out and using some of Ian’s semen to stroke himself before pushing in. Ian gasped and cried out again, coming up to reach behind him for Hollis. Hollis’s wet hand held his chest as he sucked on Ian’s neck. His rhythm faltered, and his breaths picked up until he was panting hard in Ian’s ear. Then he went mostly still with only his hips rocking into Ian as he groaned long and loud. Ian felt him pulsing inside him as he quivered with the force of his orgasm.