Devour (Unbreakable Bonds 4)

“I mean it.” Ian kissed his chest. “Yeah, I still have some issues. The fucking crawling proves that. But being with you is not one of them. I’ve spent a long time getting over my past, and I’m ready for it to be over.” He paused, tilting his head. “Did what I told you make you want me less?”

“Fuck, no.” Hollis backed up until his knees hit the bed. He kept hold of Ian as he sat and reached for the waist of Ian’s boxers. But first, he paused, kissed his belly and nuzzled his nose into the soft trail of hair that led to the treasures below. He took a deep breath and looked back up at Ian.

“I’m falling for you, too.”

Ian climbed on his lap, straddling him and grabbing his hair.

“What is it with you and my hair?” Hollis asked, kissing his chin. He could feel lightness seeping back into his chest, making it a little easier to breathe. And it was all because of Ian.

“It’s soft. And messy. And I’ve wanted to make it messier since I met you.” Ian tugged on his hair until he bent his head back and he whispered against his lips. “I just want to mess up all of you.”

“Do it,” Hollis whispered. “Mess me the fuck up.”

Ian slammed onto his mouth and pressed for entry. Hollis opened to him, once again awed by the swarm of feelings that came over him every time his hands or mouth were on this man. Ian’s kiss ravaged, his fingers dug into Hollis’s scalp and once again, he started doing that undulating move in his lap.

Hollis stroked his hands over Ian’s smooth back, feeling the ripple of lean, sinewy muscle. He dipped his hand into the back of Ian’s boxers, rubbing one finger straight down the crease to his hole. He groaned when he felt the heat…when Ian clenched against him.

Ian made a strangled noise in the back of his throat and lifted up to give Hollis more access. He never stopped kissing, never stopped fucking his mouth with his tongue and he gripped Hollis like he’d never let him go.

Not sure he’d be able to keep breathing at this rate, Hollis growled, pulled back, and grabbed Ian under the arms. He laid him on the bed and feasted his eyes. “You are so fucking gorgeous, GQ. I thought that the moment I saw you and every single time since. I love the way you dress, love your body in all those fancy clothes. But nothing compares to you naked.” He stroked his palms up Ian’s inner thighs, traced the sexy hipbones with his thumbs and kept going. He touched his small, brown nipples and the light smattering of brown hair in the center of his chest. “So damn pretty.”

“You’re kind of pretty yourself,” Ian murmured, his hands coming up to pull Hollis down to him. “You have the sexiest shoulders I’ve ever seen. And I’ll admit to quite a lot of fantasies involving your arms…” He touched one finger to Hollis’s lips. “And your mouth.”

“I bet I could make one of those fantasies come true.” Hollis kissed his jaw, his neck, then his collarbone. “Right now.” He kept moving down Ian’s body, kissing and tasting. He sucked on those small nipples, loving the way Ian writhed beneath him. He pulled the boxers down and lifted his mouth only long enough to get his underwear off. “So gorgeous,” he repeated as he stroked one finger down the vein on the underside of Ian’s cock.

He bent and licked the glistening head, swirling his tongue around and inside the slit. Ian cried out, thrusting his hips up and Hollis didn’t tease any longer. He sucked his cock deep into his mouth, moaning over the silky, hot skin. Ian bucked again, his fingers clenching Hollis’s hair. Hollis hollowed out his cheeks and moved up and down, moaning again when the soft head of Ian’s cock hit the back of his throat.

Ian gasped and tried to thrust deeper.

Hollis cupped his balls, loving the soft hair and skin. He pressed one finger into that spot right behind his balls. Hollis loved being touched there, loved having a tongue there and he pulled off Ian and placed the flat of his tongue right where he liked it on himself.

“Oh God,” Ian breathed. “Oh God.”

Smiling, Hollis licked, letting his saliva get the entire area really wet. He moved back up to suck Ian into his mouth again and at the same time, he swirled his finger around, getting it nice and wet. He would only use the one—no more without lube—but he knew Ian was going to lose it. He was right. The younger man squirmed, then thrashed, his hands now gripping the blue comforter. Hollis sucked hard and had barely put the tip of his finger inside that slick, hot passage when Ian yelled and semen hit his tongue. He nearly came in his underwear as he watched Ian’s lips fall open in ecstasy. His eyes were tightly shut, the veins in his neck prominent as he shuddered and filled Hollis’s mouth.