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Authors: Samantha Ann King
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pushed the fabric back off Ty’s shoulders, and Ty did the rest, shrugging out of the sleeves and letting the shirt join Landon’s on the carpet.
Landon’s broad, muscular chest pressed against his. Their lips met, opening instinctively. They continued to taste and tease as they finished undressing each other, baring skin, revealing the hollows and swells hidden beneath clothes. When they were nude except for Landon’s socks, Landon’s hands bracketed Ty’s head against the wall and he leaned into him. Thigh to thigh. Cocks sliding, bumping, building the tension in his groin. Landon’s head dipped, his lips touching just below Ty’s earlobe and drifting across his jaw to his chin and down his throat, firm against the stubble of his beard.
“One last time,” Landon murmured. “One last time. Slow and easy.” His voice was hypnotic, and Ty couldn’t have stopped him now if his life depended on it. “But first just stand there. Don’t move. Don’t touch me.”
Landon stepped back and caressed him with his gaze. Ty couldn’t remember anyone ever studying his body like this, especially when he was naked. The heaviness in his groin grew at the surprisingly sensual experience.
When he’d looked his fill, Landon replaced his gaze with his hands. Ty closed his eyes and just felt. Felt the heat in Landon’s fingers and palms. The contrast of his large, callused hands and their gentleness. Landon’s whisper-light breath as his lips followed his hands. The sexual buzz coiled tighter and tighter in anticipation as the moist heat of Landon’s mouth came closer to his cock yet avoided touching it. He was doing it on purpose. Slowly driving Ty crazy. He knew this as surely as he knew that this would be their last time together.
When Landon finally nuzzled his cock, Ty’s eyes flew open and he stopped breathing. Landon grabbed his hips and pinned him to the wall before glancing up and smiling. Ty closed his eyes to the love he saw there, knowing Landon might see the same raw emotion reflected back at him.
He heard Landon get to his feet, sensed him standing over him. Patiently, Ty waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Finally he cracked his eyelids. Landon’s smile had disappeared.
Abruptly he spun around and strode to the nightstand. The lube and condoms were on top next to the brass lamp. Landon grabbed them.
Landon squirted lube in his hand, dropped the tube and rubbed his palms together. Ty held his breath, anticipating his touch yet afraid he’d lose it and embarrass himself again. Landon wrapped both lubed, warmed hands around Ty’s cock.
The breath he’d been holding rushed out. “Damn. That feels—Landon, that’s...” His words transformed into a moan.
Slowly Landon began to slide his hands to the head. As soon as one hand slid off, he moved it to the base and started over again. The stimulation was constant. Torture and bliss. Ty was on the verge of letting go, giving in to the pleasure when it stopped.
“On your knees,” Landon said in a low voice.
Ty didn’t argue. He kneeled, then circled the tip of Landon’s cock with his tongue. Landon threaded the fingers of both hands in Ty’s hair, drawing him closer.
“Open.”
Ty slid his lips over Landon’s cock, and Landon thrust his hips forward. The tip plugged the back of Ty’s throat, and he gagged.
Landon eased out and said, “Swallow when it hits the back.”
On the next stroke Ty swallowed. Much better. How the hell did he know this stuff?
He didn’t wonder for long. Instead he concentrated on the taste and texture of Landon’s penis. Sleek, hard. Pulsing. Musky with sex and salty with sweat. His hunger for more tempted him to bite, but instead he raked his teeth lightly along the length. Landon’s stomach hollowed. Ty grinned around the thickness, then sucked again. He slid one hand between Landon’s legs, combed his fingers through his wiry hair and cupped his balls. Landon thrust faster and harder. His balls drew up, and Ty
Landon’s broad, muscular chest pressed against his. Their lips met, opening instinctively. They continued to taste and tease as they finished undressing each other, baring skin, revealing the hollows and swells hidden beneath clothes. When they were nude except for Landon’s socks, Landon’s hands bracketed Ty’s head against the wall and he leaned into him. Thigh to thigh. Cocks sliding, bumping, building the tension in his groin. Landon’s head dipped, his lips touching just below Ty’s earlobe and drifting across his jaw to his chin and down his throat, firm against the stubble of his beard.
“One last time,” Landon murmured. “One last time. Slow and easy.” His voice was hypnotic, and Ty couldn’t have stopped him now if his life depended on it. “But first just stand there. Don’t move. Don’t touch me.”
Landon stepped back and caressed him with his gaze. Ty couldn’t remember anyone ever studying his body like this, especially when he was naked. The heaviness in his groin grew at the surprisingly sensual experience.
When he’d looked his fill, Landon replaced his gaze with his hands. Ty closed his eyes and just felt. Felt the heat in Landon’s fingers and palms. The contrast of his large, callused hands and their gentleness. Landon’s whisper-light breath as his lips followed his hands. The sexual buzz coiled tighter and tighter in anticipation as the moist heat of Landon’s mouth came closer to his cock yet avoided touching it. He was doing it on purpose. Slowly driving Ty crazy. He knew this as surely as he knew that this would be their last time together.
When Landon finally nuzzled his cock, Ty’s eyes flew open and he stopped breathing. Landon grabbed his hips and pinned him to the wall before glancing up and smiling. Ty closed his eyes to the love he saw there, knowing Landon might see the same raw emotion reflected back at him.
He heard Landon get to his feet, sensed him standing over him. Patiently, Ty waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Finally he cracked his eyelids. Landon’s smile had disappeared.
Abruptly he spun around and strode to the nightstand. The lube and condoms were on top next to the brass lamp. Landon grabbed them.
Landon squirted lube in his hand, dropped the tube and rubbed his palms together. Ty held his breath, anticipating his touch yet afraid he’d lose it and embarrass himself again. Landon wrapped both lubed, warmed hands around Ty’s cock.
The breath he’d been holding rushed out. “Damn. That feels—Landon, that’s...” His words transformed into a moan.
Slowly Landon began to slide his hands to the head. As soon as one hand slid off, he moved it to the base and started over again. The stimulation was constant. Torture and bliss. Ty was on the verge of letting go, giving in to the pleasure when it stopped.
“On your knees,” Landon said in a low voice.
Ty didn’t argue. He kneeled, then circled the tip of Landon’s cock with his tongue. Landon threaded the fingers of both hands in Ty’s hair, drawing him closer.
“Open.”
Ty slid his lips over Landon’s cock, and Landon thrust his hips forward. The tip plugged the back of Ty’s throat, and he gagged.
Landon eased out and said, “Swallow when it hits the back.”
On the next stroke Ty swallowed. Much better. How the hell did he know this stuff?
He didn’t wonder for long. Instead he concentrated on the taste and texture of Landon’s penis. Sleek, hard. Pulsing. Musky with sex and salty with sweat. His hunger for more tempted him to bite, but instead he raked his teeth lightly along the length. Landon’s stomach hollowed. Ty grinned around the thickness, then sucked again. He slid one hand between Landon’s legs, combed his fingers through his wiry hair and cupped his balls. Landon thrust faster and harder. His balls drew up, and Ty
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