little greedy. A lot greedy.
“Mmmph.” Jericho rocked, fucking his face in earnest, and he loved the heat and force of it. So fucking erotic, being taken and wanted. He held on tight, rolling them together.
Jericho was giving as good as he got, pushing almost all the way down and licking his way up. Those hands had his hips, and he could picture Jericho balancing on his elbows.
He moaned and whimpered, letting himself be loud, letting Jericho hear him. Feel the vibrations. In turn, he got to hear every whimper and groan Jericho gave him, and his balls drew up at the way they moved that mouth around him.
His legs began to tremble, and he grabbed Jericho tight, fingers dragging along the crease of that taut ass.
Jericho keened around him, arching up and back, then slamming down into his mouth. That was a good thing. Real good.
Fuck. Close. Babe, close. He drew one leg up to hump up, drive up into Jericho’s lips.
Jericho tapped at his hip, which he knew was sort of a universal I’m gonna come signal. He wasn’t worried. Maybe he should be, but he wanted Jericho to spill. He took every inch in and sucked as firmly as he could.
A long, low moan was all the rest of his warning before Jericho pushed to the back of his throat and shot hard, hot and wet. He pulled, swallowing convulsively, taking every drop. Hot and salty, pure male—Logic moaned and licked Jericho clean.
Jerking, Jericho sucked at him, redoubling his efforts. Hell, Logic had almost forgotten his own hard-on.
He leaned his head, moaning loud. “Damn, honey. So fucking good.”
He swore Jericho chuckled, but he couldn’t be sure. He knew the man was acting like he did porn rather than watching it. Maybe he inspired Jericho. He sure hoped so. One way or the other, he found himself close, balls drawn up and aching.
“Fixin’ to,” he whispered, his toes curling and his shoulders leaving the mattress.
“Mmm.” Those callused fingers pressed against the underside of his ball sac, and Logic lost it, busting it like a king. Jericho took every bit, and if he had to pull up and cough a little, well, Logic wasn’t gonna tell.
Hell, he didn’t care. He was floating away on the aftershocks.
“Damn, honey. Fine.”
“Mm-hmm.” Jericho kinda…. not flopped, but sank down on him, chin on his hip. “So damn fine.”
He nodded, rubbing his cheek along Jericho’s thigh, loving on the little hiss he earned.
Jericho stroked his hair. “I’m almost scared to ask what we do for a second act.”
“That’s what the lube and condoms are for, honey.”
That got him a real laugh, making his head bounce a little until Jericho rolled off him. “Oh man. I want that too.”
“Excellent.” He stretched, feeling boneless and lazy. “God, that was good, hmm?”
“Better than good, babe.” Jericho crawled up and around. “Can I kiss you?”
“Anytime you want to.” He slipped right into those warm arms. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” Jericho kissed him hard, their lips hot and swollen, making everything tingle in him.
They tasted each other with lazy tongues, both of them basking like crazy lizards.
Jericho held him, not hard again yet, but still eager. Happy, he thought. It made him feel ten feet tall, because this wasn’t just fucking to Jericho. This was special. He knew it like he knew his own age, and like he knew that Leon would visit Wyatt again in his books.
It felt like nothing he’d already used, something special. He was going to have to think about this. Later.
Today wasn’t about work.
Today was about this man who was kissing him again, long, drugging kisses that went on and on and made his head whirl. Jericho couldn’t seem to stop himself.
He usually totally held the reins, was not used to spinning out of control, lost in the heady kisses, the drag of those fingers on his skin.
Jericho had been all about knowing him from the get-go, from ferreting out that his favorite ice cream was butter pecan and that his favorite book as a kid was Neuromancer. Now his cowboy seemed determined to find every hot spot on his body and touch it.
This was the most fun he’d ever had.
He was open with his sounds and his responses, and he did his best to return the touches, but he felt clumsy and dizzy.
“Shhh. Just lay back and let me love you.” Jericho licked at his neck, then kissed the same spot, fingers plucking at his nipple.
“Oh, right there…” He wasn’t sure whether he meant the