All Kidding Aside - Macy Blake Page 0,24

breath caught, and Riggs glanced up and met his gaze in the mirror, noticing the hopeful, if sultry, look in Victor’s eyes.

“You wear these for me?”

Victor nodded briefly, as if embarrassed to be caught.

“So fuckin’ perfect. Take ’em off, Victor.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. Victor pushed the elastic down to his thighs before bending over and pressing his ass into Riggs.

“Fucking hell.”

Riggs held on to his hips as Victor pulled off his shoes and remaining clothes, leaving him naked and so, so perfect.

Victor straightened slowly, revealing his straining cock reaching out in front of him. Riggs slid his hands down and framed it.

“I want to bend you over this counter and fuck you.”

“So do it.”

Riggs tugged Victor back against him, pushing his hard cock into the small of Victor’s back. “We need supplies for that to happen.”

Victor gestured to the left with his head. “Top drawer. Black bottle.”

“Get it.”

“So bossy,” Victor said. But he complied, retrieving the bottle before resuming his position. “Now what?”

Riggs thought of about a thousand things, but he couldn’t figure out how to say them. The sight of Victor in the mirror had stolen his ability to form words.

It only took Victor a moment to figure it out. He turned around and ran his hands up Riggs’s chest, tugging fabric up as he went. “How about first, we take this off?”

Riggs nodded, taking the edge of the shirt and pulling it over his head.

“And these definitely need to come off. But you’d better take your boots off first.”

Nimble fingers plucked at the button of his jeans. Riggs nodded and pulled Victor toward him. He reached around and grabbed Victor’s ass, squeezing each cheek, watching in the mirror as his tight, pink hole appeared and disappeared with each movement of his hands. He hypnotized himself with that vision, teasing his fingers closer and closer each time.

“Riggs,” Victor moaned. “Pants off.”

“In a minute,” Riggs said. He released one perfect, muscled globe and squirted some of the lube into his hand. Victor’s forehead thumped into Riggs’s chest as he stroked his fingers over that pretty little spot.

His hand was so big against Victor, his fingers thick and rough against the wrinkled skin at the entrance. The oil slicked the way, though, and he was able to slip his finger in up to the first knuckle pretty easily.

Victor’s muscles tightened reflexively, holding his hand in place. But the action obscured his view. That wouldn’t do at all. Riggs moved his hand, sliding it down farther so he could grip Victor’s upper thigh.

“Lift up.”

“Riggs.” The word sounded almost like a protest, but Riggs knew better. What Victor wanted was his earlier promise: to be bent over the counter. But that couldn’t happen until he was stretched and ready. No way would Riggs hurt him, and shoving his cock into that tight little opening wouldn’t be pleasant without some prep work.

And Riggs wanted it to be so very, very pleasant.

Riggs tapped Victor’s ass with his hand, not hard enough to be considering a spanking, but enough to let Victor know he meant business.

Victor huffed and lifted his leg, wrapping it around Riggs’s thighs and anchoring himself in place.

“Perfect,” Riggs said with a sigh. His view was unimpeded, and he dipped his fingers into the crease of Victor’s ass once more.

Victor began exploring Riggs’s chest, tweaking nipples along the way, then kissing the spot and making it better. Riggs shivered at the touch but couldn’t take his eyes away from the sight of his finger sliding into Victor’s hole, slicking him, and beginning to open him up.

He pushed a little deeper, and Victor shuddered against him.

“Riggs, please.”

The pleading tone did him in. Riggs moved his hands and straightened, then slid his hands over Victor’s ass and settled one at Victor’s waist while the other supported the thigh still wrapped around him.

“Help me get my pants off,” Riggs rumbled.

“Oh thank fuck.” Victor popped up onto his toes and planted his lips on Riggs’s mouth. He made sure Riggs knew how desperate he was for more with the pure need in his kiss. By the time he broke away, Riggs’s cock was aching, standing firm and hard between them.

Victor tugged his thigh free from Riggs’s grip before kneeling and getting to work on the laces of Riggs’s boots. “You really need new—”

“Not the time,” Riggs interrupted.

“But—”

Riggs reached down and slowly stroked his cock. His hand, still slick from the oil he’d used on Victor, made his cock glisten. As a distraction, it worked wonders.

“Oh