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Every drop was swallowed, Scott's lips wet and shining
against his skin.
He slowly rocked his hips back and forth, loathe to leave
that hot mouth. Finally, he took pity on Scott, knowing his
baby needed to come, and he slid out, took another kiss.
Scott whimpered, eyes wide, desperate. "Please."
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"I want you to come in my mouth, baby. And we'll leave
the plug in for the rest of the day. I want to watch you
walking with it in." He kissed his way slowly down Scott's
body, stopping to lick and suck on Scott's nipples.
"Josh. Josh, I need." Scott moved restlessly, tugging at the
ropes constantly, head tossing.
"I know, baby." Oh yeah, he knew. And Scott was fucking
stunning in his need. He took the head of Scott's cock back
into his mouth, started sucking hard.
Scott screamed, balls red and tight, that lean body
convulsing, fighting for an orgasm.
Josh grabbed the ring with his fingers, mouth coming off
Scott's cock as he dragged it up and off.
Spunk sprayed, hitting his chin and jaw, Scott's hips
fucking the air.
He licked Scott's cock clean, tongue gentle, mindful of how
sensitive Scott's flesh had to be.
Scott whimpered, little breaths almost like sobs filling the
air.
He reached down and released the ropes around Scott's
ankles, and then slid up to untie his arms.
"There you go, baby," he murmured, taking Scott into his
arms. "You did so well. So well."
"Josh." Scott pressed close, tremors shaking him.
"Right here. I've got you." He ran his hands slowly over
Scott's skin, touching, loving, holding on.
Scott relaxed for him, dozing in his arms, solid and sated
and so fine.
He just kept holding on and considered never letting go.
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Funny how that thought wasn't so scary anymore.
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Chapter Seven
He was sore when he woke up sore and stretched and
happy. Warm. Cuddled. Scott stretched out, rubbing lazily
against Josh, eyes closed as he focused on simply feeling.
Man, this cabin was beautiful.
"Mmm ... you're awake," murmured Josh, squeezing him
tight for a moment and dropping a kiss on his head.
"Mmm. Not really. I'm basking." Like a lizard, but without
the tongue thing.
Josh laughed softly, body moving against his. "Basking."
He got another kiss, this one on his nose. "I knew you'd love
it. Knew you'd love being tied up."
"I was basking over the cabin, not the rope." Not the rope.
That had Josh laughing harder. "If you say so, baby.
Maybe we should do it again right now, though, to refresh
your memory."
"Huh?" His memory was fine. Just fine.
"Well if you're not basking over the ropes, you must have
forgotten all about them."
Scott chuckled, shook his head. The ropes had been ... He
wasn't even sure how to describe it. Too much? Not enough?
"You looked amazing, baby. I could have gotten off just
looking at you."
"It was hard, not touching you." Hard. Yeah. That was a
way to describe it.
"You're not tied down now..." Josh's body pushed up
against his, the movement as suggestive as the words.
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Scott laughed again, hands sliding down Josh's spine,
dragging them tight together.
Josh's legs tangled with his, cock settling hard and hot
against his hip. "Feel so good, baby."
"Mmmhmm." He did. He felt fabulous, relaxed, sexy.
Josh's fingers slid over his belly and moved up toward his
nipples. He shivered, muscles going tight as he waited,
wanted. His nipples drew up like pebbles, still aching from last
night, so fucking sensitive.
"So needy, baby. I love that about you." Finally finally
Josh's fingers reached his right nipple, fingers pinching,
tugging.
He gritted his teeth, eyes squeezing closed as the ache
intensified. "You. You make it hard to wear a shirt."
"Clothes are overrated, baby." Josh was laughing, fingers
playing.
"Uh-huh. They ache after you work them. I feel it for
days."
"That's kind of the point. That and," Josh said, pinching
and making him arch and hiss, "getting reactions like that."
"Bitch." He could imagine them, pierced and hard,
throbbing all the time.
"No, I just know what you want." Josh's lips teased his
earlobe, then sharp teeth bit. "I know what you need."
His breath pushed from him, his hips rocking like he was
being fucked, good and hard.
"Mmm ... I do love the way you need." Josh's mouth
covered his as they rolled, putting him beneath Josh's strong
body.
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Scott covered Josh's lips in a strong kiss, tongue fucking
Josh's mouth, shutting the man up. Josh undulated, body
sliding against him, rubbing their pricks together and pushing
his body into the mattress. He rubbed back, trying to keep
up, to push back. It wasn't easy though, with Josh's fingers
finding his nipples again, squeezing and teasing them as
Josh's movements grew stronger. He grabbed Josh's wrists,
moaning at the sweet mix of pleasure and pain.
"Want me to stop?" Josh asked, eyes twinkling down at
him.
"I. Uh." Did he? Shit.
"I'll take that as a no." Josh licked at his neck, and slid
down a little, mouth moving to gnaw gently at his collarbone.
He relaxed a little, body moving under Josh, sliding slow
and easy. Hot and wet, Josh's tongue slid on his skin, cock
dragging down over his thigh as Josh moved down a little
farther.
His nipple was targeted again, and again it reached up for
Josh, demanding attention. Josh's tongue flicked across the
tip, the touch barely there. A soft whimper left him, his entire
focus on that tiny bit of skin. Josh didn't touch it again, didn't
move at all, just breathed on it, holding still. Shivers moved
all through him, his breath panting from him. He grew tighter
as Josh just kept still, not doing anything at all and still
managing to drive him crazy.
When it came, it came without warning, Josh's mouth
dropping over his nipple and sucking hard. His scream rang
out, hips jerking violently as he shot, without a touch to his
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cock. Josh hummed around his nipple and then let it go,
tongue sliding along his chest and belly, licking him clean.
The look in those eyes when Josh glanced up at him could
only be called smug. Of course, as good as he felt, Josh could
be smug. Josh could be anything he wanted.
* * * *
Two long, solid nights of sleep, hours and hours of making
love. Sweet love. Hot love. Kinky love.
Josh felt pretty fucking good.
Too bad it was Sunday afternoon and the weekend rapidly
coming to an end. He should probably call Ginny when they
got back from their walk, make sure there weren't any
emergencies that needed his touch. And he had to work those
figures on the Hindeberg file.
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