when Brent was a good man. Damn.
“I-I don’t want to rush things, Trace, but we could move somewhere more private.” Brent leaned their foreheads together, chuckling. “Just in case.”
“God yes. Please.” He leaned in, lips against Brent’s ear. “I want to taste this. Bad.” He squeezed the “this” in question, making Brent moan.
He could feel the thud of Brent’s pulse under his palm. “I want that too.” Brent lifted him to his feet like he weighed less than one of the kids, then rose, taking his hand.
It was so goddamn easy to let Brent lead him down the hall to that big master bedroom. The house was quiet, barring their breathing, and when Brent locked the bedroom door, the click seemed to echo.
“Come here.” Brent moved beside the bed, holding out a hand to him.
He told himself not to drool, because he was shaking—not with fear, but with need. He ached with it. He reached out, taking that hand and letting Brent pull him close. They kissed again, and this was like his best dreams.
They rocked together, two-stepping without any music at all.
Brent grabbed his butt, holding him close, squeezing both cheeks hard. It drew him up on his tiptoes, and his ass clenched.
That kiss went even deeper, Brent tilting his head to get a better angle. Brent tasted him, fucking his mouth in slow, deep thrusts, making him breathless as hell.
He’d been seduced before, but not like this. Not even a little like this. This was storming the beach at Normandy. Brent was taking no prisoners, but he wasn’t rough, just needy. Hot. Hard against him.
Trace worked Brent’s belt open, making sure to stroke and touch, to drive Brent mad. He wanted to give, because Brent showed him how to want things that were probably crazy, and because he considered himself a generous lover.
He wanted to hear Brent’s cries, more than that, he needed to explore that heavy prick.
Brent let him push those jeans down, stepping out of them, the bare feet super convenient. Then Brent helped strip off the soft chambray shirt, and he had a naked cowboy, lean and muscled, scarred and erect as hell.
“God. You’re beautiful.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, fingers wrapping around Brent’s cock.
Going up on tiptoe, Brent moaned. “Oh. Oh, honey. That’s good.”
“I know what’s better.” He leaned down and took Brent into his mouth, tongue sliding on the heavy shaft.
“Fuck!” The word came out louder than Brent probably meant it to, surprise and need sending it up to the rafters.
He nodded, totally into it, loving the way the heavy cock spread his lips. Brent tasted musky, salty, and so hot he almost burned Trace’s tongue. He was perfect.
Trace rolled Brent’s balls as he sucked, his eyes falling closed.
Brent spread wider, giving him more space, and he moaned, both hands between those hard thighs now. He arched up, swallowing around the tip, letting Brent deep into his throat.
“Oh. God.” Brent rocked back and forth, pressing into him. The heated length of that cock pushed him to his limits, but Trace took it eagerly.
He wanted to feel it, every single inch, pushing into him.
Brent stroked his hair. “Oh, honey. So wet and good. Make me want all sorts of things.”
He looked up at Brent, letting his tongue drag all the way from balls to tip. He had a feeling he wanted those things too.
“Oh damn. Come here. I want to touch you too.” Brent gently disengaged him, then yanked him to his feet.
He tore off his shirt, pushing up close to Brent, gasping as their bellies rubbed. Brent helped him out of his jeans, his slippers going with the cloth. Then they were sprawling together on the bed, naked as jaybirds.
“Hey.” The comforter was soft, cushy, and slipping against it made him shiver.
“Hey. Kiss me, huh?” Brent pushed one leg between his, giving his cock some friction.
“Over and over and o-over.” His eyes rolled as he pushed down, rocking good and hard.
Brent slid a hand behind his head, pulling him down to kiss that mouth. His lips felt swollen from sucking Brent, and he loved that feeling so much.
Brent rolled him over, covering him with his heat, pressing him into the mattress. Fuck, he loved this, loved having a man who knew how to take what he wanted.
That cock rubbed the crack of his ass, Brent panting against his ear. “Damn.”
“Yeah. Yes. You have a rubber? I’ll let you in.”
“I use them to keep the sheets clean.” Brent rose up,