Erik (Arizona Vengeance 2)

I let him fall free from my mouth and I take a moment to look up at Erik’s face. His jaw is clenched tight, the muscles in his neck straining. His face is red and his eyes are fevered. They beg me to finish him hard and fast.

Wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, I bring the tip to my mouth and don’t bother with any teasing play. I slide him all the way to the back of my throat, not able to take him in fully because of his length. I roll his balls with my other hand and start to move on him. I suck at him hard with long strokes so I can maximize his pleasure. Erik’s breathing immediately turns harsh and his hips start to pump. He drops the hold on his shirts, using both his hands on my head to hold me in place.

“I’m going to fuck your face, Blue,” Erik growls at me and then grunts with deep pleasure as he pushes into my throat. I swallow, letting him feel me contract on him. I sheath my teeth, flatten my tongue and I stay still while Erik pumps in and out of me; the only effort I put into it is a hard sucking motion when he pulls back.

“Blue,” Erik groans as if he’s deifying me. “I’m going to come.”

I answer by sliding my hands to his ass and helping him to move. I pull him hard to me, let him take my mouth and my throat, and I suck hard one more time.

“Fuck,” Erik barks as he lodges into my mouth, the tip of his cock unleashing on the back of my tongue. Warm, salty liquid hits me and I swallow it down with utter relish. I can feel Erik shuddering as my hands grip his ass hard and I suck again on him, pulling every last drop out.

“Oh, Blue…Jesus,” he murmurs as he pulls his sated cock out of my mouth with a satisfied groan.

I dab at the corners of my mouth as I look up at him, hoping that I did okay.

Erik bends over, puts his hands under my armpits and lifts me to my feet so we’re facing each other. He puts a hand under my chin and grips it. Dipping his head, he brushes his lips across mine, feather soft.

When he pulls back, his eyes are soft and sincere. “You are amazing. That was amazing.”

I smile back at him, relieved that, apparently, I have some good skills in that department. This is good, because Erik sure as hell has oral sex mastered and I want us to do that to each other frequently.Chapter 13Erik“Goddamn it,” Dax howls from beside me. He picks out a long cactus spine from the back of his hand as he grumbles at Legend. “I don’t understand why you can’t hire people to do this for you.”

“I like doing it myself,” Legend returns as he uses a shovel to carefully uproot another small cactus from the bedding around his backyard pool. “And it’s not like I’m making you do this.”

This is true. The guys were trying to come up with something to do on the first of the two days in a row we had off. Legend said he was busy ripping out some existing bedding so he could plant new stuff. One thing led to another and the next thing you know, we’d decided to barbeque, drink beer, and rip out plants with him, after which we’d all chill by the pool.

I’m trying to figure out how to take out a small yucca plant whose roots seem to go about a mile deep. Legend wants to get rid of the desert themed landscape and put in more lush, green bedding. It’s shit I never think about with my own house but Legend is really into this kind of thing for some reason as a homeowner.

“Did you invite Tacker?” I ask him. I’m on rock patrol, pulling up the various rocks and stones littered around the beds.

“Yeah,” Legend replies as he manages to pop a little round cactus from the ground. He gingerly scoops it with the shovel and unloads it into the wheelbarrow we’re using to collect the extracted plants. “Said he had plans.”

“Yeah, any plans would be better than this shit,” Dax grumbles as he stares at the spiny plant he’s trying to remove.

“It’s November 5th…the anniversary of the plane crash,” Bishop says quietly from his place on the other side of Dax. He’s been cutting away at some Pampas grass.

All of us stop working and turn to look at Bishop. He just stares back at us, not really needing to say anything to explain how hard today must be for the guy.

Exactly one year ago today, Tacker was piloting a small airplane with his fiancée. He was playing for Dallas at the time and they were taking a short trip to Austin for the last fitting of his fiancée’s wedding dress. That’s right. They were due to get married just a few weeks from then.