“Love your hands on me. You got me so fuckin’ hard, Cays.” Quick’s breath was coming fast, his orgasm on the edge of peaking. “Oh, fuck.”
Cayson upped the pace. Still not pistoning his hips, but driving in fast enough to tip them over the precipice now. “Yes, fuck me. Make me yours.”
Cayson was just cognizant enough to decipher what Quick was mindlessly murmuring while Cayson drove his long cock in and out of his virgin hole. “Mine,” Cayson whispered to himself, getting lost in the rhythm, lost in the pleasure. His toes curled tight enough to cramp, and his back went rigid before his cock hardened ramrod straight.
“I can’t hold it,” Cayson groaned. Thrusting a few more times. “You feel too good.”
“Fuck, yeah. That’s your fuckin’ hole,” Quick answered, his fist still flying up and down his own thick cock.
That did it. Quick couldn’t talk like that. He couldn’t tell Cayson his body was his. What was he going to do with all of this man? Could he keep him happy? Could he satisfy his needs? Hell, he could barely penetrate him for two minutes without blowing.
“Ugh! Ugh!” Quick’s hand stilled while he squeezed the head of his hard dick until his come erupted from him, landing on the sheets in a milky puddle.
Thank you, lord. Cayson tumbled right along with him. He was completely on autopilot. He rubbed along Quick’s back while he rode out his powerful release. He nestled his cock into that hot bottomless chamber and let himself go, let his come flow, overpowering him with a mixture of amazing euphoria and unyielding love. His body was wrapped tightly around Quick’s frame while his dick throbbed inside his lover. Speechless. There were no words. Only their laboring breaths and sweet touches conveyed how they felt as they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
Quick
It had to be the most relaxing sleep Quick had experienced in a long time. Life was absolutely perfect at that moment. The world completely silent and out of his face. Suddenly, the sound of a piercing alarm made him shoot upright in the bed, knocking Cayson off of him. His lover flailed his arms, scrambling at the covers tangled around their legs while he came fully awake. Quick didn’t have time to settle him. The alarm on one of their watches was ringing angrily, louder than any smoke alarm he’d ever heard.
Goddamnit. They’d been so lost in each other’s bodies they’d both forgotten to put their watches back on. Quick ran into the bathroom, skidding to a stop in front of the counter. He squinted, his sleepy eyes adjusting to the shock of being yanked awake and the assault from the bright light of his bathroom.
He silenced the alarm and waited a minute while it calculated who activated it and where they were located. Quick had the watch in his hand while he yanked on a pair of jeans and an Atlanta Falcons t-shirt. He was at his locked safe on the floor of his closet pulling out his black 9mm handguns when Cayson’s frightened voice cut through his determination to get to one of his brothers in need of his help.
“Roman. What’s going on?” Cayson asked, standing in the middle of Quick’s bedroom, looking unsure.
“Just wait here, okay.” Quick looked back down at the face of the watch. “It’s Brian. Fuck! He’s at the office.”
It wasn’t even four in the morning. What the hell was going on? Quick’s brain screamed. Quick’s cell phone rang on the nightstand and he hurried to pick it up. It was Duke. Cayson was watching his every move and Quick wanted to take the time to offer him some comforting words, but he couldn’t.
Quick hit the button and Duke’s voice blasted through his speaker.
“My alarm rang. Did yours?” Duke sounded like he was moving around just as frantically as Quick was.
“Yes. It’s Brian. He’s on bond duty. Did he get a call?” Quick asked, tucking his guns behind his back. He raced downstairs with his cell and watch in his hands, Cayson hot on his heels. Duke was still firing off orders while Quick grabbed his leather coat out of his closet.
“Get to the office now, Rome! Get there before Ford! If something’s happening with Brian, Ford’s gonna kill first, then ask what happened.”
“I know. I know.”
“I’ll see you there. No one approach without my order.”
He hit the speaker button and had his hand on the front door without a second thought. If someone had fucked with Brian, Quick and Duke would be down a team member, because Ford would be in jail for first-degree murder if he got there before they did. Quick had to get there first. Brian had activated the team’s alarm. Cayson’s didn’t ring.
“Rome. Maybe I should come with you. What if you need medical help?”