swollen. Even under the water, a thick bead of pearly liquid leaked from the tip. Steam swirled around them with tropical humidity. Primal urges flared with red-hot intensity. Cade filled his palm with slick soap then boldly gripped Grant’s hard cock.
Grant’s eyes slammed closed and a grunted exhale carried the sharp tang of bourbon. Leisurely working one hand along the thick length, Cade used his free hand to cup Grant’s silky sac. Hard fingers bit into his biceps but a hesitant rocking rhythm pushed Grant deeper into his hold. Flesh grew harder under slippery soap bubbles, and Cade’s own cock jerked in selfish want.
“Touch me, Grant, please.”
There was no timidity in the response. Grant swiped his palm down a foamy trail then curled his coated hand around the base of Cade’s cock. Of course, this didn’t frighten him. This they had done before, long ago in Cade’s living room, watching his older brother’s stolen video. But this was also different. They were no longer virgin boys experimenting. They were grown men who knew exactly how they liked to be touched. Cade covered Grant’s hand with his own, tightening the hold. Grant added the twisting motion on his own and it curled Cade’s toes into the hard slate.
He must have made some sound, some involuntary reaction, because Grant jerked his head up, a cocky grin lifting to corners of his lips. His strokes got bolder, more commanding, confident, until Cade couldn’t catch the moan that fell from his tongue. Grant’s mouth caught it, licking it from his mouth and giving it back to him. Cade pulled his hands up and kneaded the hard muscles along Grant’s back.
A fine quiver in Grant’s voice hinted at his nerves. “Was that all right?”
“Perfect.” Cade nipped his chin, nuzzling under his jaw to drag his tongue to a scruffy Adam’s apple. The whiskers were jagged and sharp under his lips, scratching with a sensual bite. “Tell me about Viv, what does she like?”
Grant canted his head, giving him more access. “Oral. She loves to come on my tongue.”
“Can I go down on her? Are you okay with that?”
“Yes.” If possible, Grant’s cock got harder with that whispered permission. “She waxes, so her pussy’s slick and smooth. Make her come with your mouth first, then she can come easier from fucking. On a good night, she can orgasm three times to my one.”
“Lucky woman,” Cade laughed against Grant’s skin.
“Yeah, no shit. I guess it makes up for her being a Midol-aholic five days a month.”
“Yet another reason men are superior to women.”
Grant threw back his head and laughed. “No wonder you’re divorced. Vivi’d kick my ass if I said something like that.”
The humor felt as good as the teasing touches along his nuts. All the nervous tension was gone from Grant’s frame. He wasn’t thinking about doing, he was acting naturally, without self-consciousness or fear. Barriers had fallen away and they were touching, caressing and kissing without urgency. The kissing was new to them, heady and intoxicating, but nature could not be denied.
Grant’s cock was hotter than the water and as hard as the tile. The pulse of a vein throbbed against Cade’s grip. Grant’s heavy balls seemed almost delicate next to the firm shaft. Cade rolled them, enjoying the play of hard and soft, rigid and pliable. Lust sank sharp teeth into him, and he abandoned all thought of waiting for permission. He was no Dom but he was far from submissive. He went after what he hungered for, pushing Grant’s shoulders back against the wall.
One long, scorching, mind-numbing kiss tangled their tongues. Grant cupped his jaw but Cade stepped away. He reveled in the freedom to touch and explore and allowed his fingers to glide over Grant’s wet skin without pause. Flat dark nipples puckered beneath his touch, and he circled each one, watching them tighten and bud. Beneath the light sprinkling of ebony hair directly above his heart, Vivian was
Grant’s eyes slammed closed and a grunted exhale carried the sharp tang of bourbon. Leisurely working one hand along the thick length, Cade used his free hand to cup Grant’s silky sac. Hard fingers bit into his biceps but a hesitant rocking rhythm pushed Grant deeper into his hold. Flesh grew harder under slippery soap bubbles, and Cade’s own cock jerked in selfish want.
“Touch me, Grant, please.”
There was no timidity in the response. Grant swiped his palm down a foamy trail then curled his coated hand around the base of Cade’s cock. Of course, this didn’t frighten him. This they had done before, long ago in Cade’s living room, watching his older brother’s stolen video. But this was also different. They were no longer virgin boys experimenting. They were grown men who knew exactly how they liked to be touched. Cade covered Grant’s hand with his own, tightening the hold. Grant added the twisting motion on his own and it curled Cade’s toes into the hard slate.
He must have made some sound, some involuntary reaction, because Grant jerked his head up, a cocky grin lifting to corners of his lips. His strokes got bolder, more commanding, confident, until Cade couldn’t catch the moan that fell from his tongue. Grant’s mouth caught it, licking it from his mouth and giving it back to him. Cade pulled his hands up and kneaded the hard muscles along Grant’s back.
A fine quiver in Grant’s voice hinted at his nerves. “Was that all right?”
“Perfect.” Cade nipped his chin, nuzzling under his jaw to drag his tongue to a scruffy Adam’s apple. The whiskers were jagged and sharp under his lips, scratching with a sensual bite. “Tell me about Viv, what does she like?”
Grant canted his head, giving him more access. “Oral. She loves to come on my tongue.”
“Can I go down on her? Are you okay with that?”
“Yes.” If possible, Grant’s cock got harder with that whispered permission. “She waxes, so her pussy’s slick and smooth. Make her come with your mouth first, then she can come easier from fucking. On a good night, she can orgasm three times to my one.”
“Lucky woman,” Cade laughed against Grant’s skin.
“Yeah, no shit. I guess it makes up for her being a Midol-aholic five days a month.”
“Yet another reason men are superior to women.”
Grant threw back his head and laughed. “No wonder you’re divorced. Vivi’d kick my ass if I said something like that.”
The humor felt as good as the teasing touches along his nuts. All the nervous tension was gone from Grant’s frame. He wasn’t thinking about doing, he was acting naturally, without self-consciousness or fear. Barriers had fallen away and they were touching, caressing and kissing without urgency. The kissing was new to them, heady and intoxicating, but nature could not be denied.
Grant’s cock was hotter than the water and as hard as the tile. The pulse of a vein throbbed against Cade’s grip. Grant’s heavy balls seemed almost delicate next to the firm shaft. Cade rolled them, enjoying the play of hard and soft, rigid and pliable. Lust sank sharp teeth into him, and he abandoned all thought of waiting for permission. He was no Dom but he was far from submissive. He went after what he hungered for, pushing Grant’s shoulders back against the wall.
One long, scorching, mind-numbing kiss tangled their tongues. Grant cupped his jaw but Cade stepped away. He reveled in the freedom to touch and explore and allowed his fingers to glide over Grant’s wet skin without pause. Flat dark nipples puckered beneath his touch, and he circled each one, watching them tighten and bud. Beneath the light sprinkling of ebony hair directly above his heart, Vivian was
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