Ian (Unbreakable Bonds 4.5)

As Ian reached underneath himself to grab Hollis’s cock, Hollis wrapped his hand around Ian’s, loving the silky skin over the hot, hard dick. His boyfriend worked himself onto Hollis slowly…pain, pleasure, and love a mesmerizing mix on his face. Hollis resisted thrusting up into him, biting his lip with the effort it took not to move. Tight, slick heat made him dizzy.

“Fuck, Ian,” he breathed, his heart pounding fast and hard. “So. Damn. Gorgeous.”

Ian began moving, his hips a sensual, rolling wave. Hollis stared, his mouth open because watching Ian enjoy his body was always a part of this—always made him feel blessed. The pleasure speared through him like lightning and he bowed up, unable to keep from pushing into Ian. Hollis tightened his hands on his hips and thrust hard.

“Yes!” Ian yelled, his hands slapping onto Hollis’s chest. “Fuck, yes!”

In and out. The hot clasp of his body stealing Hollis’s ability to think. Ian braced himself with his hands and pushed back, hot-as-hell noises spilling from his throat.

Sweat dripped from his sandy hair down his cheeks. He leaned over, a hoarse cry escaping his mouth. “So good. It’s so good.” The words were more breath than voice as Ian labored above him.

Hollis growled, wrapped his arms around Ian and rolled them. Ian’s arms went up, his hands braced on the headboard as Hollis pushed into him over and over.

He brought his legs up high toward his chest. “Oh yeah, right there. Right damn there. Gonna come!”

Hollis came up on one hand, reached down and didn’t even have time to touch Ian’s dick before the man erupted beneath him with a cry.

Ian bucked and gasped and clamped down so hard on Hollis he saw stars as an unbelievable, brain-scrambling orgasm ripped out of him.

Ian moaned. “I love when you come inside me,” he whispered, lowering his hands to pull Hollis down on top of him.

As usual, Hollis couldn’t find his words, but he no longer even tried—not until his thoughts coalesced back into some semblance of order. He lay half-sprawled on top of Ian and buried his face in his neck, wrapping one arm down and around him so he could cup his ass. His finger slipped into the slick around Ian’s hole and he shuddered at how hot that was. His dick jumped. Not much—not after all that. “Stay down,” he grumbled at it.

Laughter made Ian’s chest move beneath his jaw and he kissed Ian’s collarbone.

“You’ve got some stamina,” Ian said. “Working a job with Shane, then on your house all night. How much did you get done?”

“Not enough. They did a number on it. I’m finding new destruction daily. I did hear from my insurance guy today, and they are still hee-hawing over how long the place had been vacant. Some crap about me not having a landlord policy or something or another. He seems to feel this will all be covered, but I’m not holding my breath. I want to at least get the demolition and cleanup done before I have to start hiring contractors.”

“I thought you were going to do it all yourself and use the money to do more updates?”

Hollis rolled onto his side and put his hand on Ian’s chest. It was wet and getting sticky. “It’s a lot, this and another job. Plus, I miss coming to the restaurant at least some nights a week.”

“Thank God,” Ian breathed. “I’ve been missing you like crazy.” He started to roll to face Hollis, glanced down at his messy torso and stayed. “I’m off this weekend. Maybe together we can get a lot of the demolition out of the way. I’m sure I could be good with a sledgehammer.”

Hollis laughed as he rolled out of bed. “I bet you could be, too. Let me grab you a washrag.” He hurried into the bathroom and came back with a warm, wet hand towel and a dry one. He smoothed it over Ian’s chest and stomach and even up under his chin. “You made a mess.”

“It’s your fault.”

“That it is.” Hollis grinned. “I like that about me.”

Ian smirked. “So do I.”

Hollis handed him the dry towel and took the other back to the bathroom. Ian’s neat freak ways had rubbed off on him. Some. “Isn’t this a holiday weekend? One you usually spend with your friends? I don’t want you to waste your weekend off slaving over that house,” he said over his shoulder.

“The faster we get it done, the faster we can have fun weekends together. And I don’t mind.”

Hollis came back to the bed, crawled in, and tugged Ian close. He slid one leg between his and pressed his palm against Ian’s chest to pull him in tight. Exhaustion hit him hard, so he didn’t feel like arguing about it. “We’ll see,” was all he said as he started to drift off fast. He thought he heard Ian whisper something back, but he wasn’t sure. All he felt before giving in to sleep was his warm body against him, his heart beating under his palm, and a sense of rightness Hollis wouldn’t trade for anything in this world.