Breakaway - Page 73

“Sorry. Misjudged,” Dallas muttered, latching on to his neck, mouthing a wet trail up to Greer’s ear. The Kellus Hardin original piece of art, rocked on its mount beside them. Greer glanced that way, thankful it stayed on the wall.

“Being carried is turning me the fuck on.”

“You aren’t light,” Dallas whispered, tracing the shell of his ear with his tongue. Dammit, Dallas made it hard to keep perspective.

“Then get us to the bed,” Greer hissed, sliding his hand between their bodies, driving into the waistband of Dallas’s jeans, seeking that hard cock.

Dallas thrust against the pressure of Greer’s hand molding around Dallas’s weeping cock. His mister was so responsive, rutting shamelessly as he tried to move them into the bedroom. Dallas jerked away from his ear, his face in Greer’s direct line of vision. “That feels good.”

“Yeah?” Greer asked, moving his hand lower, making the jeans taut around Dallas’s waist as he cupped his balls. “I think you’re happy to see me.”

“You’re still in your clothes.”

“I wasn’t, but I was afraid you weren’t coming in, so I threw my clothes on to come retrieve you.” Greer waggled his brows. “I think I’ll always have to chase after you.”

“I was coming in, just thinking about you and got a little lost.” Dallas’s breathless words drove his desire higher.

“Really good fucking answer, Mr. Reigns.” Greer dropped his legs, and Dallas let him go. His trainer pulled the shirt off his arms while kicking his shoes off. He made record time pushing his jeans down his legs.

All that bare muscular flesh had Greer grazing his palms appreciatively over Dallas’s sculpted stomach, around his rib cage. Dallas’s hips pushed forward, drawing them together until they were nestled tightly against the other.

“I also have lots of good ideas. Like you using that pouty mouth on me.” The tone of Dallas’s voice was full of raw hope. Damn, he wanted his mouth on him too. Greer brushed his lips over Dallas’s throat, placing a kiss on the juncture between his neck and shoulder before trailing wet, open-mouth nips and kisses down his chest. Greer took tender care with each taut nipple, licking and sucking while his guy moaned his approval. Dallas’s responsive body rippled and flexed as he went.

Greer smiled at the standard Hanes tighty-whities Dallas wore. His mister was a briefs guy, but they didn’t fit him or his personality…at all. Greer would purchase something a little sexier for him next week. He cast a playful glance up the length of Dallas’s expansive chest. He ran his fingers along the elastic waistband and slowly lowered Dallas’s tented briefs. Greer dropped to his knees as he worked Dallas’s briefs down his legs. That gorgeous cock sprang free, and he couldn’t help but steal a taste.

Oh hell. The slow, torturous pursual he planned was forgotten as he fixated on one target and reached for that perfect jutting length.

“Fuck, Dallas. I’m so into you. Like set ablaze, scorching, five-alarm into you.” Greer gave a long, slow tug on the cock in his hand, running his fist tightly from tip to base. Dallas’s dick showed appreciation at those words with the bead of pre-come that gathered at the tip. Greer dipped his thumbnail into the slit. His mister hissed out a breath, and his large hand cupped the side of Greer’s cheek.

“Taste it.” Dallas drew in a shuddering breath. “Do I taste as good as you?”

Fuck.

Fuck. How did Dallas keep stealing the upper hand? Greer licked his lips and brushed them across the tip before curling his tongue over the wet head. He swirled his tongue around the tip before he opened his mouth and slid Dallas all the way in. Greer was determined to give his guy everything Dallas had given him last night.

Dallas’s grip on his jaw tightened, the hand in his hair tugged, guiding Greer back and forth. The panting from above urged Greer on. Greer cupped and caressed Dallas’s sac, fondling the balls in his palm. He flattened his tongue, gliding Dallas in and out of his mouth. This time, he loosened his jaw and opened his throat. The moan he earned made him smile around his trainer’s length. Dallas liked that move. Pre-come coated his tongue, Dallas’s unique taste dominated his senses, making him crazy for more.

“Shit,” Dallas grumbled, forcing Greer forward. Dallas’s hips snapped, his cock taking a deep dive down Greer’s throat. Oh fuck, this was hot. Greer’s eyes watered as he forced himself to calm.

He grabbed Dallas by the ass, digging his fingers into the fleshy globes and swallowed more of his big guy. Dallas’s hips rolled then seconds later relaxed, but Greer kept his face pressed tightly to Dallas’s groin.

“How do you do that?” Dallas asked in awe. Greer released him, taking deep pulls of breath through his nose as he sucked and worked his tongue in tandem with Dallas’s canting hips. His fist went to his own dick. He couldn’t ignore the need any longer. He stroked himself as he bobbed his head, devouring his lover’s cock. His release built at warp speed. Dallas’s moans spurred him on. He was on a collision course with his orgasm if he didn’t slow his eager ass down.

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