There was still way too much fun to be had that they hadn’t even started having yet.
Maddox grabbed a towel and bottle of lube and stretched out on top of Hank on the bed. He started by kissing him, their cocks rubbing together as Hank spread his thighs so Maddox could lie there.
Yes, one night in the not too distant future, hopefully he’d be fucking his boy like that. Or, if it never happened, that was fine, too. They were not lacking for orgasms at the rate they were going.
Right now he wanted to savor the taste of Hank’s lips, gently nipping and sucking on them as they kissed. Taking their time.
Exploring.
“My husband,” Maddox said, unable to help smiling as he did. “I never thought I’d get to call you that.”
“Me, either, Sir.” Hank smiled. “Not complaining about it, that’s for sure.” Hank wrapped his arms around Maddox, his hands settling on his ass and kneading his flesh.
It’d been a while since Maddox had been with another guy, but how perfect that his last guy was Hank?
His last partner hopefully for the rest of their lives.
Maddox planted his hands on the mattress on either side of Hank’s head and smiled down at him as he slowly rocked his body along Hank’s. “You know,” Maddox said, “if there’s ever anything you want to try with me, all you have to do is ask.”
He loved how Hank’s fingers kneaded his ass. “I don’t even know what I don’t know, dude. I’m happy to follow your lead. Seriously.”
Maddox nibbled his way along Hank’s jawline to his right ear, where he nipped the lobe. “By the time you go back to work Monday morning, there won’t be a square inch of your body I haven’t had my hands or my mouth on. You realize that, right?”
Hank deliciously shivered below him. “You don’t hear me complaining, Sir.”
* * * *
Abso-fucking-lutely not, Hank wasn’t going to complain.
He had worried his boss might be a little weird about the whole situation, but fortunately, the guy wasn’t a jerk. One of the guys on his crew had given Hank a hassle when he heard Hank telling the crew foreman what was going on Thursday morning, but then on Friday, the guy wasn’t there. He’d been moved to another crew at the foreman’s request.
Ironically, the guy had been in line to possibly get promoted.
Not anymore.
Because the foreman had a son who was gay, and didn’t put up with that kind of bigoted shit from people working under him.
Neither did Ken Listley.
Hank arched his back a little, trying to gain a little traction on his cock where he was rubbing against Maddox, but the sadist pushed up a little, chuckling into Hank’s ear when he whined in disappointment.
“I’m going to take my time,” Maddox whispered. “This is our first time doing this married. I want to remember it for the rest of my life.”
Come to think of it, he had a point.
Hank had never come close to getting married before.
Maddox started working his way down Hank’s body, kissing and licking his flesh as he did, but not nearly fast enough for Hank’s liking. With every slow bit of progress the man made, Hank’s cock throbbed, aching for more.
Kind of the point, he soon learned. The faster he tried to urge Maddox, the more time he took, until he finally lifted his head to smile at Hank. “You realize the more desperate you are the better I like it, right?”
“I’m starting to realize that, Sir.”
Maddox sat up and grabbed Hank’s hands, pinning them over his head as he stared down into his eyes. “Ask me for it,” he said. “Tell me what you want, boy. Might as well get used to that now, because I’m going to make you beg alotduring our life together.” A sexy smile quirked his lips. “Kind of turns me on.”
Hank swallowed hard as he stared up into Maddox’s gaze. Now he understood what he’d loved about him when they were kids—the single-minded focus Maddox had onhim. A lot of things made sense in retrospect, from the way Maddox never brushed him off, to the way he’d playfully made Hank beg for things when they were kids, like taking a break from studying, or to go do something together.
“I wantyou, Sir. Please make me come.”
