“Loosen.”
Reality slammed back into Greer as Dallas swallowed him to the root. His balls retracted, and his hips rammed forward while his hand fisted in Dallas’s hair, locking him in place. Steely green eyes lifted to Greer’s, and he released Dallas, letting him bob on his cock.
Dallas sat back on his heels, his concentration split between Greer’s leaking cock and taking in gulps of air. Dallas’s skilled tongue curled around the tip of his cock and the sight and feel made Greer weak.
“Fuck. That’s hot,” Greer growled, drawing Dallas up by the arms. “My man.”
He sealed their love with a blistering kiss, loving the taste of himself on Dallas’s tongue. Dallas melted against him, deepening the kiss. Greer wrapped Dallas in his arms. There wasn’t a chance in hell he’d be able to live without this man in his life.
As if Dallas read his thoughts, he tore away from Greer, his searching eyes scanning Greer’s face. “I need commitment and monogamy. I wanna love and be loved. I want all those things with you.”
Greer’s heart ached at the lack of pretense and game playing in the softly spoken declaration. It was just the way he wanted it too. “I’m never letting you go. I’ll fight to keep us together.”
Before they left this suite, Greer would fuck Dallas on every surface, but right now, he wanted them in the bedroom, on the bed with Dallas underneath him. Greer pushed to his feet, drawing Dallas up with him. His resolve took a hit as Dallas rose, kissing a trail over his groin, stomach, chest, neck, and lips. He loved that his guy was taller than him. Greer stepped away, moving out of Dallas’s hold and started for the bedroom.
“Come on, big guy,” Greer rasped.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, it’s too right. We’re moving to the bed.” It still took a second. Greer didn’t blame Dallas for his confusion.
If he hadn’t lost his head, he’d be coming inside that hot mouth right about now, but not this time. He heard Dallas’s bare feet padding on the tile floor behind him.
Greer went for the nightstand, grabbing the condoms and lube from the drawer. He might not have planned to stay in this room, but clearly, he’d hoped for the inevitable and arranged accordingly. Greer moved the duffle, whipped the bedspread off the bed and tossed the condoms and lube on the mattress. He gave a devilish smile and sat on the edge of the bed, scooting back as he patted the mattress beside him.
“Right now, this is where I want you.”
No more words were spoken. Dallas came toward him. With one knee on the mattress, he reached for Greer. Tongue, teeth, and lips met, and instantly ignited the heat again.
Greer wrestled Dallas onto his back, climbing over his body before he wrenched free, moving quickly to reverse his position before Dallas got other ideas. He got on all fours, situating Dallas’s head between his knees. Greer gripped his own cock, rubbing the leaking tip over Dallas’s full lips. “Open for me.”
Oh, his mister did in fact open. Dallas was mastery level good at a fucking blow job. With a blistering touch, Dallas skimmed a heated trail to Greer’s balls as he took him deep into his mouth. Shit. Greer’s hips slid forward, his vision began to blur and his toes curled as his cock slipped deeper into Dallas’s throat.
He gripped Dallas’s cock, leaned down, and nestled his face in the soft hair at Dallas’s groin while he stroked the thick length in his fist as he tried not to focus on the way Dallas so easily swallowed him whole.
Dallas planted his feet on the mattress, knees bent. Warm fingers lightly tickled the back of Greer’s thighs before Dallas gave him a playful little slap on the ass. He arched his back, angling himself just enough to watch his cock disappear in Dallas’s talented mouth. Greer rolled his hips, fucking into Dallas’s welcoming wet warmth. Dallas took him all, sucking him with every thrust of the hips.
The way his orgasm was building, he didn’t have long. Greer slowly ran his tongue up the length of his lover’s cock before he took Dallas into his mouth. He slid his hand around Dallas’s legs to grip his muscular ass cheek.
He did his best to match Dallas’s naughty mind-blowing suction, move for move, as his fingers searched out Dallas’s tight pucker. He panted and moaned, his heart drumming at the wicked way Dallas used his mouth, throat, and tongue to coerce Greer’s release. God, he would never tire of having Dallas’s mouth on his cock.
Greer made himself focus. His sure fingertips slipped inside Dallas’s hole, relaxing him open as he slid his mouth up and down Dallas’s hard as steel cock. Dallas’s salty essence burst across his tongue, letting Greer know he was doing everything right. His palm molded around his love’s retracting balls, fighting his own need as he listened to Dallas moan, urging him on.