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the edge of the bed. “Before last night, I hadn’t slept with anyone since you left.” Shawn blinked. “No shit?”
He shook his head. “Never could go through with it. I kept wanting this adorable young thing with a penchant for wearing lace and skirts. They’re not so easy to fi nd, even in my line of work.”
Shawn laughed, edging closer. “I wasn’t…” He balled a fi st in the spread beneath him. “But it was only three times and we used condoms.”
Roscoe sat, leaning over to prop himself up right next to Shawn. “I’m willing to trust you.”
Shawn blinked up at Roscoe. “I totally trust you.” Smiling, Roscoe leaned down to lower his lips to Shawn. “Are you sure?”
ENCORE! ENCORE! 55
“God, yes.” Shawn grabbed Roscoe’s shoulders and rolled onto his back, pulling the bigger man on top of him.
Roscoe went easily, adjusting so he lay in the cradle of Shawn’s groin. The pressure from his fl at belly on Shawn’s cock pushed a groan out of Shawn. Another adjustment brought Roscoe back up on his knees, his thighs under Shawn’s, pushing them up and out. His hand skimmed down Shawn’s chest to palm cock.
“Reach the lube for me, baby.”
Words didn’t immediately make sense to Shawn, who writhed in Roscoe’s fi rm grip.
Roscoe chuckled. “Finn, baby, lube.”
Grumbling, Shawn twisted and reached, unwilling to move anything from the waist down for fear of Roscoe stopping. But Roscoe didn’t stop and Shawn just managed to stretch and grab the bottle. Once it was safely in Roscoe’s hands, Shawn threw his hands over his head to grip the pillows, rocking his hips as he spread his legs as far as they would go.
“Sore from last night?” Roscoe asked, watching a thin stream of liquid pool in his palm.
“Nothing that bothers me,” Shawn answered with a grin.
“Don’t think we need fi ngers.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
Nodding, Roscoe clicked the bottle shut and tossed it aside.
He slathered his cock with lube then reached down to rub Shawn’s hole anyway, slipping two fi ngers inside.
Shawn arched and groaned. “Hey.”
“Couldn’t resist.”
Shawn caught his knees and pulled them to his chest. “Fuck me already.”
Smiling, Roscoe watched as he rubbed his cock head on Shawn’s hole. “So impatient.”
56 Mykles ~ Much Ado
“Co- oe !” He somehow managed to make two syllables out of one as Roscoe speared him mid-word. The entire length of that thick, gorgeous cock sank into Shawn in one marvelous glide.
Roscoe hooked either arm under Shawn’s legs, catching them when Shawn’s grip faltered. “You okay?” Shawn’s arms slammed the mattress, his fi ngers fi nding purchase in the mussed sheets. “I’m great. Pound me, and I’m even better.”
Slowly, Roscoe pulled back then slid forward, making Shawn feel every inch. “Pounding? Already?”
Shawn swallowed, laughing breathlessly. “You bastard.”
“Mmmm.” He had Shawn bent double, legs draped over his elbows while his hands braced on the mattress. He pulled out and in again. “You love it.”
True. Shawn gripped the bed, unable to move much in this position. Roscoe was completely in charge, and both of them knew that they each loved it. Shawn could only groan and cry as his ass clutched Roscoe’s slowly pistoning dick. Roscoe didn’t pick up speed until Shawn’s eyes rolled up in his head and words failed him.
His legs slid off Roscoe’s arms as his lover adjusted again, leaning forward to hover mouth over mouth. “I love you, Finn.” Shawn would have responded in kind, but Roscoe wrapped a hand around his cock, squeezing just right. “Fuck!” was all he could manage as he lost control of his hips, helpless as they rocked in a ragged rhythm. He managed to wrench open sweat heavy eyes to meet the demanding black gaze over his. “Yours,” he grunted.
With a triumphant grin, Roscoe shoved hard.
A gruff shout tore from Shawn’s throat as his body clenched, inside and out. Hot,
He shook his head. “Never could go through with it. I kept wanting this adorable young thing with a penchant for wearing lace and skirts. They’re not so easy to fi nd, even in my line of work.”
Shawn laughed, edging closer. “I wasn’t…” He balled a fi st in the spread beneath him. “But it was only three times and we used condoms.”
Roscoe sat, leaning over to prop himself up right next to Shawn. “I’m willing to trust you.”
Shawn blinked up at Roscoe. “I totally trust you.” Smiling, Roscoe leaned down to lower his lips to Shawn. “Are you sure?”
ENCORE! ENCORE! 55
“God, yes.” Shawn grabbed Roscoe’s shoulders and rolled onto his back, pulling the bigger man on top of him.
Roscoe went easily, adjusting so he lay in the cradle of Shawn’s groin. The pressure from his fl at belly on Shawn’s cock pushed a groan out of Shawn. Another adjustment brought Roscoe back up on his knees, his thighs under Shawn’s, pushing them up and out. His hand skimmed down Shawn’s chest to palm cock.
“Reach the lube for me, baby.”
Words didn’t immediately make sense to Shawn, who writhed in Roscoe’s fi rm grip.
Roscoe chuckled. “Finn, baby, lube.”
Grumbling, Shawn twisted and reached, unwilling to move anything from the waist down for fear of Roscoe stopping. But Roscoe didn’t stop and Shawn just managed to stretch and grab the bottle. Once it was safely in Roscoe’s hands, Shawn threw his hands over his head to grip the pillows, rocking his hips as he spread his legs as far as they would go.
“Sore from last night?” Roscoe asked, watching a thin stream of liquid pool in his palm.
“Nothing that bothers me,” Shawn answered with a grin.
“Don’t think we need fi ngers.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
Nodding, Roscoe clicked the bottle shut and tossed it aside.
He slathered his cock with lube then reached down to rub Shawn’s hole anyway, slipping two fi ngers inside.
Shawn arched and groaned. “Hey.”
“Couldn’t resist.”
Shawn caught his knees and pulled them to his chest. “Fuck me already.”
Smiling, Roscoe watched as he rubbed his cock head on Shawn’s hole. “So impatient.”
56 Mykles ~ Much Ado
“Co- oe !” He somehow managed to make two syllables out of one as Roscoe speared him mid-word. The entire length of that thick, gorgeous cock sank into Shawn in one marvelous glide.
Roscoe hooked either arm under Shawn’s legs, catching them when Shawn’s grip faltered. “You okay?” Shawn’s arms slammed the mattress, his fi ngers fi nding purchase in the mussed sheets. “I’m great. Pound me, and I’m even better.”
Slowly, Roscoe pulled back then slid forward, making Shawn feel every inch. “Pounding? Already?”
Shawn swallowed, laughing breathlessly. “You bastard.”
“Mmmm.” He had Shawn bent double, legs draped over his elbows while his hands braced on the mattress. He pulled out and in again. “You love it.”
True. Shawn gripped the bed, unable to move much in this position. Roscoe was completely in charge, and both of them knew that they each loved it. Shawn could only groan and cry as his ass clutched Roscoe’s slowly pistoning dick. Roscoe didn’t pick up speed until Shawn’s eyes rolled up in his head and words failed him.
His legs slid off Roscoe’s arms as his lover adjusted again, leaning forward to hover mouth over mouth. “I love you, Finn.” Shawn would have responded in kind, but Roscoe wrapped a hand around his cock, squeezing just right. “Fuck!” was all he could manage as he lost control of his hips, helpless as they rocked in a ragged rhythm. He managed to wrench open sweat heavy eyes to meet the demanding black gaze over his. “Yours,” he grunted.
With a triumphant grin, Roscoe shoved hard.
A gruff shout tore from Shawn’s throat as his body clenched, inside and out. Hot,
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