Yes, he did.
CHAPTER 4
SLOANE PEERED at the full coffeepot, then checked his watch. By this time, Dex was usually sitting at the counter next to Sloane, drinking his coffee as he roused himself from his zombie-like state. Like most mornings, Sloane woke up before Dex. Sometimes he stayed in bed watching TV or reading until Dex woke up, but this morning he wanted to get a few chores out of the way. Maybe yesterday’s scenario hit Dex harder than Sloane thought. After finishing his coffee, he washed out his cup and headed back upstairs to check on Dex. What greeted him when he walked into the bedroom was a decadent, mouthwatering feast for his senses. Dex lay in the center of the bed, on his stomach, not a stitch of clothing in sight. His perfectly plump ass had Sloane biting down on his bottom lip. Fuck, he was stunning. He was also very awake.
Dex propped himself on his elbows and looked at Sloane from over his shoulder, his now amber eyes hooded and filled with molten desire. Sloane would never get tired of seeing the change in his sexy partner’s eyes, especially since it was usually a result of Dex being so aroused by Sloane that he couldn’t help the change. Dex ran his tongue over his lush bottom lip, and Sloane was forced to adjust himself.
“Hey, handsome. Why don’t you come join me? I’m feeling a little lonely here on this big bed.”
Sloane all but dove onto the mattress. Dex turned and sat with his back to the headboard as he drew his knees up and spread his legs. He leisurely stroked his hardening cock. His hair was wild, and the tattoo on his arm made Sloane’s dick twitch in the most erotic way. He’d never seen anything so fucking hot.
“Fuck,” Sloane groaned.
“That’s the plan,” Dex purred, sliding his hand over his chest to tweak one nipple.
As much as Sloane wanted to watch, he wanted to touch a whole lot more. He purposefully kept himself from mauling his gorgeous man, and raked his gaze over Dex’s body, appreciating the results of Dex’s hard work. Dex had been pushing himself during every training and workout session for months, and it showed in his sculpted muscles, in the thickness of his biceps and thighs. He was still leaner than Sloane, with a slim waist Sloane loved to wrap his arms around, but Dex was at his physical peak, and no matter what he was wearing, whether it was a faded T-shirt and jeans or a suit, he turned heads.
Sloane grabbed the bottle of lube from his nightstand drawer and tossed it on the bed before kneeling and leaning in to kiss Dex, hungry and eager to see what Dex had in store for him. Dex got on his knees, returning Sloane’s kiss with enough heat and fervor to have Sloane moaning. His hands roamed Sloane’s body, Dex’s fingers caressing, pressing, squeezing. Sloane brought their bodies flush against each other, their hard, leaking cocks rubbing together.
“How do you want it?” Sloane growled, nipping at Dex’s jaw, loving the scruffy stubble.
Dex pulled back, turned, and gripped the top of the headboard, his knees spread, and his back arched. Holy fuck. Sloane snatched up the lube, flipped the cap open, then poured a generous amount onto his palm. As he slathered his cock up, he traced Dex’s spine with his fingers, loving the sensual curve that ended down at a perfectly rounded ass. The muscles in Dex’s back flexed, and his breath hitched when Sloane slipped a lubed finger between Dex’s asscheeks.
“Sloane,” Dex breathed. “More.”
Sloane teased Dex’s hole, making Dex shiver. “You want me to fuck you with my finger, baby?”
“God yes. Please.”
Sloane placed a kiss on Dex’s shoulder and reached around to palm Dex’s rock-hard erection, pressing a finger into him, Dex’s gasp music to Sloane’s ears. Speaking of music…. There was nothing Dex loved more than a good hard fuck to some classic rock. Releasing Dex for a second, Sloane snapped his fingers, and Foreigner’s “Juke Box Hero” filled the room. Dex laughed.
“Oh yeah. Rock my world, baby.” Dex leaned into Sloane, his hand cupping the back of Sloane’s head as he craned his neck to crush his lips to Sloane’s. It was sloppy, messy, wet, and so fucking incredible.
“I aim to please,” Sloane said, breathless. “Now brace yourself, because I’m about to put stars in your eyes.”
Dex laughed and turned to face the headboard, his back arched as he wiggled his ass for Sloane. With a groan, Sloane continued to finger-fuck his sinful love. When Dex was writhing and all but ready to fall apart, Sloane lined himself up, then gently pushed in. He moved slowly, sinking himself inch by inch until he was balls-deep inside Dex’s sweet round ass before pulling almost all the way out and then plunging back in, making Dex cry out in surprise. Sloane groaned at the sight of his painfully hard cock being swallowed by Dex’s tight heat time and time again.
“Oh fuck. Sloane.”
“You’re so damn beautiful.”
“I need….”
Sloane sank closer, then leaned in to murmur in Dex’s ear, “Tell me what you need, baby.” Dex pushed against him, and Sloane followed his lead, sitting on his heels. Dex held on to the headboard, pulled up, then impaled himself on Sloane’s cock.
“Holy fuck!” Sloane dug his fingers into Dex’s hips as Dex pulled almost all the way off, then slammed himself back down onto Sloane, the fast-paced guitar riff and pounding drums from AC/DC’s “Thunderstruck” setting the pace for Dex fucking himself on Sloane. Sloane’s heart hammered in his chest as he was swept up in the vigorous ride.
Needing more, Sloane gripped Dex’s hips tight, spread his knees, and thrust up every time Dex came down on him.
“Oh fuck, fuck!” Dex panted, his gorgeous skin flushed and muscles strained as he rode Sloane hard.
“Dex,” Sloane growled, throwing an arm around Dex’s chest as he pushed himself to his knees and plastered his chest to Dex’s back. He covered Dex’s hand with his, their fingers lacing together as Sloane pounded into Dex, the headboard slamming against the wall and the bed rocking beneath them, the music barely drowning out Dex’s cries. Sloane shifted his angle, and Dex jerked against him.
“Fuck me! That’s it. Right there, baby. Fuck me right there. Make me fucking scream.”
Sloane hit Dex’s prostate again, and Dex clamped his left hand over Sloane’s arm, the tips of his claws only just piercing Sloane’s skin, and Sloane lost it. He thrust himself deep and hard, frantically chasing his orgasm as it rolled and thundered right in front of him. With a fierce growl, he bit down on Dex’s shoulder as he flew over the edge, his orgasm slamming into him. He let out a roar as he came hard inside Dex. He tugged at Dex’s cock once, growling in his ear.
“You fucking come right now.”