about me, took all of me, and claimed me as yours.”
“You are mine. Always will be.”
Fox’s kiss became more possessive, and Winter handed himself over to his lover. They shifted against each other, the kisses growing more passionate. Winter moaned as Fox’s stiff dick rubbed beside his own. His hands clamped onto Fox’s hips, holding him in just the right place so Winter could continue to rub against him, sending the most wonderful sparks of pleasure throughout his body.
“No! You’re gonna make me come,” Fox groaned.
“I thought that was the point.”
Fox growled, but he could still feel the smile. “I want you coming inside of me.”
“Sounds perfect. I—shit! Lube?”
“Nightstand. Ethan assured me that there was a new bottle of lube in the nightstand,” Fox said a little too quickly.
Winter froze, his eyes narrowing on Fox. “Did you ask or—”
“Oh, hell no!” Fox sat up straight, which just put his ass in better contact with Winter’s dick, and he was left wondering if he really cared about the answer anymore. “Your brother-in-law was happy to volunteer that information. Apparently, there are a lot of people living in his house who like a lot of sex.”
“Ethan,” Winter softly muttered. Only Ethan. He had no idea how Marcus handled that fledgling, but it didn’t matter. He had his own witch to keep him on his toes.
Fox grinned as he stretched across the bed and pulled open the top drawer of the nightstand. It took only a few seconds of fumbling to find the new bottle of lube. Fox returned to his previous seat and quickly pulled the plastic wrapping off, tossing it over the side of the bed.
Winter snatched the bottle out of Fox’s hands and popped open the cap. “Hold out your hand.”
“Really?” Fox asked but still did as he was instructed.
Winter squeezed a sizable dollop onto Fox’s fingers. “I like watching your face while you work. So damn sexy.”
Fox laughed as he braced his clean hand beside Winter’s shoulder and rose up on his knees over Winter. He reached back with his lubed fingers and while Winter couldn’t see him working the gel into his body, his face was a beautiful mask of pleasure. Squeezing some lube into his hand, Winter tossed the bottle aside and reached between their bodies. But instead of stroking himself, he wrapped his fingers around Fox’s straining cock.
“Fuck, Winter!” Fox cried out, his eyes clenched shut. He moved slowly, thrusting into Winter’s fist while working his own fingers in and out of his ass. Lines of strain and ecstasy cut across his face. His breathing became broken pants, and the arm holding him upright trembled. Everything about him was so damn beautiful.
Every shift brushed some patch of skin across the head of Winter’s dick, keeping him balanced on the edge. He was ready to explode just watching Fox.
“Don’t make me come like this,” Fox begged.
“Are you ready?”
“God yes,” Fox snarled. His eyes snapped open, and he pinned Winter with an amazing “don’t fuck with me” look.
Winter reluctantly released Fox’s dick and grabbed the lube again. He placed more on his fingers, but this time he stroked his own dick, just enough to coat himself. Wrapping his fingers around the root, he held himself up for Fox and grinned at his man. “Ready for you.”
Bracing his hands on Winter’s chest, Fox slowly lowered himself onto Winter’s rigid cock, both of them moaning at the exquisite pleasure, the perfect warmth and tightness of Fox’s body. Why the hell did they ever stop fucking? This was perfection. Winter didn’t ever want this feeling to end.
But the moment Fox was fully seated, those tight muscles of his inner walls massaging his cock, he knew they were already in a race to the finish line. It was all too perfect, and each one of Fox’s kisses had driven him to this edge.
Fox lifted up and slowly sank down on Winter, muscles tightening as he moved. Winter clenched his teeth, fighting the urge to thrust upward into Fox’s welcoming body. He wanted Fox to set the pace, wanted this all to be about Fox and what he needed. But his self-control was shredded, and he was hanging on by threads.
His lover moved on him, quickening his pace, legs trembling while he panted. “Winter. Not sure…my legs…”
Winter was only too happy to help. He roughly grabbed Fox by the hips, holding him in a firm grip while Winter thrust up into Fox’s body again and again.
“Yes!” Fox screamed. “Yes, harder. Harder. So close.”
“Jerk