Promises: The Next Generation (Bounty Hunters 5)

Kell thighs trembled when Ty’s pelvis pressed against his ass. He was so deep in him Kell couldn’t think. He felt so full in every way. Ty eased out a couple of inches and glided back in. He did that a few times, letting Kell get used to the heady feeling of being filled. Ty had prepped him so well that the slight burning was there and gone before it could be uncomfortable. Ty’s strong hands soothed over his shoulders and down his sides while he gently pumped his hips against him. Ty wasn’t out of control, he was ever-present and mindful of every grunt and groan Kell made. Ty kissed between his shoulder blades then burrowed his face in Kell’s hair.

“Do I feel good?” Ty asked.

Kell pushed his dick into the pillow under him, “Yes,” he practically sobbed.

“Turn over. I need to see you.” Ty oh-so-slowly pulled out and waited for him to turn over. The pillow was placed back under his hips and Kell spread his legs like a butterfly. Ty looked down at him and smiled his beautiful smile. He kissed his lips.

His husband went back inside him, his thick cock persistently nudging and grazing his prostate. He wrapped his legs high around Ty’s back and held him tightly, using his strength to keep his lover close. Kell was ready for them to pick up the pace. He wanted to be ravished. Plundered.

“You’re so damn tight.” Ty grunted, plunging in and bottoming-out on a long guttural moan.

“Ty. Harder. Please. Love me harder,” Kell begged, pulling his knees back to his shoulders.

“Kell. Oh fuck.”

It was as if he’d said the magic words. Ty’s equanimity broke. He dug his hand into Kell’s hair and sealed their mouths together. With his other hand jacking Kell’s dick, Ty thrust his hips faster, harder until only the sounds of their bodies slapping together, and their cries of ecstasy could be heard over their heavy breathing. The bed creaked and shook under Ty’s power. It felt so good, Kell lost his grip on his legs and let them fall. Ty hammered his spot over and over. Kell didn’t know what to do first. Yell, arch, buck, grab. His hole fluttered wildly as his orgasm hit and detonated like a missile. He tightened his ass and shot so hard he almost missed Ty’s warning.

“Unngh! Kell!” Ty yelled.

Ty pressed in deep then stilled. His dick thickened and pulsed in his sensitive walls. Ty buried his face into his neck, groaned and spilled his warmness inside him.

Ty

He woke up late in the night uncomfortably stuck to his husband. Okay, I wasn’t warned about this. Kell was sprawled on his back, dead to the world with Ty half draped over him. He smiled when he pried his chest off Kell’s body—snagging pubic hair as he did—and he still hadn’t moved. He just curled onto his side and fell back into a deep sleep. He must’ve done something right. It was a nice boost to his ego.

He went into the bathroom and turned the shower on. They didn’t have much in there, but Ty had remembered to bring a few towels and toiletries to get them through the next couple of days. He’d also get his few things out of storage that he’d collected over the months while the house was being built. He’d leave a lot of the decorating to Kell or get Brian to help him. It’d be a home in no time.

Now that they both had good jobs, they were going to be okay. The house was paid for and he still had some savings. But, not enough to live comfortably forever and support a family. Going into a career of bail recovery had turned out to be a very lucrative decision. He had a nice paycheck and he was sure Kell did as well. When they were no longer on probation, they’d start making incentives on the bounties they recovered. He knew how to manage finances properly, he wasn’t worried about that. All he wanted was for Kell to be happy. To never again feel like he wasn’t wanted, loved, special and gorgeous. He wouldn’t have to cover himself anymore. Only when he was doing his thing in the shadows. Ty’s dick swelled, thinking of his badass husband. He finished his shower quickly then brushed his teeth. He took another rag and soaped it under the warm water and grabbed another dry one.

Kell was still sleeping hard. His naked body splayed on top of the rumpled white sheets was an irresistible temptation. Ty climbed into bed with him and pressed close. He gently spread Kell’s cheeks and touched the rag to his sexed-up hole. Kell whined and spread his legs, his eyes still closed, his hand going underneath him. Damn. Ty’s joint was brick already and he’d only taken a couple of swipes with the rag. He wiped over Kell’s soft mounds and dried him tenderly. Then he gently cleaned the come that had leaked between Kell’s thighs after he’d slid out of him. The suds ran down his crease to his balls, making Kell squirm on his palm and rub that sweet ass right under his nose. Ty narrowed his eyes, shoving his dick down. He’d let his heart get a little rest before he went in him again… and again… and again.