Jardin's Gamble (Haven, Texas 9)

Carrick’s eyes grew heavy-lidded as he watched Jardin place the lube and plug on the bed.

“On your back again. Legs bent, feet flat on the mattress. Time for me to play.”

Carrick didn’t argue, he just laid back and bent his knees. His cock wept pre-cum. His hands went behind his head.

Jardin knelt between his bent legs and just took him in for a moment. “As much as I want you inside me, I think I’m going to need some prep first.”

Carrick made a low, grumbling noise in his throat. “Fucking love that I’m going to be your first.”

“First and only.”

“Fuck. Yes. First and only. Jesus, man, hurry up, I’m dying here.”

Jardin grinned. He liked the pain in Carrick’s voice. “Patience is a virtue.”

“Fucking sadist, you’re enjoying this.”

Oh, hell, yes. He certainly was.

But there was only so long he could resist the lure of the man in front of him. Leaning over, he rested his hands on the mattress on either side of him and licked one nipple. Then he moved to his other nipple and tugged on it lightly with his teeth.

“Fuck. Yes. Christ, Jardin.”

He licked down Carrick’s firm abs. Damn, the man was in even better shape than before.

“You’re so fucking hot.”

Jardin had never felt attracted to another man. Didn’t think he ever would be. Carrick was it for him. And he made no apologies for it. He reached the other man’s cock and swirled his tongue around the tip before taking him deep into his mouth and sucking. He didn’t mess around. He kept his movements firm. Taking him in deeply before rising to let his cock slide from his mouth.

“Fuck! Fuck! I’m so close.”

He let him go with a plop. “No coming until I give permission.”

“Christ. Fuck. How did I know you were going to be like this?”

Jardin chuckled. “You’ve known me a long time. You knew exactly what you were getting into when you said yes.”

“Bastard.” But there was no heat in the words.

Jardin reached over for the lube and coated two of his fingers in it. Then he took his time spreading the lube on Carrick’s asshole. Jardin raised his gaze to the other man’s face. But his eyes were shut, a look of unguarded pleasure on his face as Jardin slowly slid one finger deep into his ass.

“Christ. Christ. Christ.”

Carrick moved his hands away from his head and twisted them into the comforter beneath him. They probably should have pulled that back. They were gonna make a mess of it.

Not that Jardin really gave a fuck. He pumped his finger in and out of Carrick’s ass while he moved his mouth back to the other man’s shaft. Another finger joined the first, preparing him for the plug although Jardin figured he was well used to taking the plug since it was sitting in his nightstand drawer.

He drew his mouth back then slid his fingers free.

Carrick opened his eyes to glare up at him. “No. Fuck. Don’t stop.”

“Sh, not stopping,” Jardin told him. “Just ramping things up.” He grabbed the plug and coated it slowly in lube while Carrick watched. Then he sat back on his heels, holding it. “Legs to your chest.”

Carrick groaned as he got into position. “Damn it.”

This position gave him a good view. He ran a finger between Carrick’s cheeks and over his hole, dipping the tip in.

“Fuck, Jardin. Don’t tease.”