When Maddox lifted his head again, Hank’s came up off the mattress, trying to follow him. Definitely a good sign.
“Stay,” Maddox whispered, sitting up and releasing Hank’s hands. He reached down, peeled off his own shirt, and tossed it on the floor. Then he rose up just enough he could tug Hank’s shirttail up and out of his shorts. Hank helped him get it the rest of the way off him, discarding it to the floor.
He scooted down Hank’s body far enough he could lean in and trail kisses down his firm, tight abs, circle his navel with his tongue. The man’s skin felt scorching hot against his lips, and he smiled to himself as he felt Hank’s breathing quicken.
He’smine. I just have tonotfuck this up.
* * * *
Shit!Hank nearly shot his load in his shorts when Dox kissed him while he ground against him.
This wasn’t only a matter of necessity and practicality—this was fucking sexy asfuck, and Hank wasn’t stupid enough to lie and argue it wasn’t.
He had a moment to reflect upon his own lacking skills in the seduction department before Dox unfastened Hank’s shorts and started easing them down his hips as he kissed his way south.
Hank clenched his fists, struggling to obey, to keep his hands where Dox had put them, even though what he wanted to do was grab Dox’s head and fuck his mouth. Desire had wound to a fevered pitch within him, sex never feeling this hot before.
Ever.
Then Dox looked up, a triumphant smile on his face. “I won’t even make you hold it this time, buddy,” he said. “Because I have a feeling I won’t have any trouble getting you up a second time. Then I canreallyhave some fun making you come.”
He sounded cocky and confident, and everything like the old Dox.
Like the guy who’d literally saved his asshowmany times?
Just like he was still saving his ass now.
That meant it was only fitting his ass belonged to Dox, right? He was the one putting all that work into saving it and pulling him out of the fire.
And, shit, the guy was talking about getting him off not once, buttwice?
Sign me up.
Maybe it wasn’t the most responsible thing to do under the circumstances, but trying to be a responsible adult hadn’t been working for him for years.
Time to change course.
Dox watched Hank watching him, intense passion and hunger fueling a furnace behind his brown gaze.
Hank knew maybe he’d look at this in morning’s light and think it was a mistake.
For now?
There was nowhere else he wanted to be except right here.
Hank forced himself to keep his hands in place even as he rounded his back a little so he could lift his hips and allow Dox to slide his shorts down farther.
As the fabric slowly exposed his stiff cock pressing for release inside his briefs, Dox’s smile widened. “Oooohhh, we are going to havesomuch fun, buddy. I promise you, you will go to sleep tonight averyhappy man.”
His cock eagerly twitched over that, which made Dox’s smile twitch in reply.
Dox pulled Hank’s shorts all the way down and off him. He smiled up at Hank before leaning in and lightly grazing his teeth up and down the outline of his cock through his briefs. Hank clasped his hands together, trying to force himself to remain in place.
Even through the fabric he felt the warmth of Dox’s breath against his cock and that nearly dragged him over the edge.
Dox sat up again and cupped his hand around Hank’s bulge, gently squeezing and pulling another needy moan from him.
Then he paused. “You doing okay?”
