Page 37 of Return By Fire

My whole focus is the man causing a fire I can only see putting out one way—with my cock sunk deep inside some part of him. And the sooner, the better. Even as that thought flits into my head, Jed slides a hand between us and squeezes my dick—almost making my eyes cross. My head falls back on my shoulders. I moan, “Jed.”

His lips pepper across my shoulder as he admits, “There’s a million obstacles, but the only thing I could think about after you left was I didn’t want you to go.”

Hearing those words sends agonized pleasure through me. He’s right. There’s Kara, Kevin, his sister, and friends. And right now, not a damn one of them is here, I think selfishly when Jed claims my lips again.

Breaking our contact, Jed steps back far enough to unfasten my belt and unbutton my jeans. His eyes connect with mine. “Is this what you want?”

“You’re who I want,” I rasp.

In those simple words lies our truth—our future. It’s him for me and me for him. We’ll figure out the rest.

Together.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

What feels like an eternity later, his hand wraps around me. I let out a moan as he uses his one hand to shove my jeans down just far enough so he can work me. My thighs quiver as his mouth trails along the cords of my neck before he wonders aloud, “I wonder what you taste like.”

Before I can respond, he’s dropped to his knees, and his mouth is like a furnace surrounding my tip. He laps at the pre-cum before using the barest edge of his tongue to nudge behind the head. The sensation almost causes me to topple. Thankfully, he doesn’t push my restraint too far because he slides me deep into his mouth until I’m buried deep against the back of his throat.

A moan of gratitude escapes when he rests his hands on my bare thighs as his lips worship my flesh. Our eyes collide.

That’s when I know I want the possibility of everything with this man.

I, with my cock screaming at me that I’m a goddamned bastard, pull myself from between Jed’s lips. Hauling him to his feet, I press my lips against his. I whisper, “I want it all.”

Unhesitatingly, Jed shoves down the boxers he’s wearing. Instead of immediately reaching for his cock, my hand snakes around to cup the firm flesh of his ass. Meanwhile, I’m kicking out of my own jeans and boxer shorts so we stand before each other equally.

Vulnerable and exposed.

No more secrets.

Tugging him back against my larger frame, I relish the feeling of our lengths brushing against one another. So does Jed, based on the fact he involuntarily shudders. I reach down and stroke his fat cock. He moans as I murmur, “This is where we start.”

Pressing his lips to my clavicle, he’s decisive. “We’ll figure it out.”

“Together.” With that, I reach down and grasp both of our dicks. I stroke them together. I’m certain I’m ready to explode when the only place I want to do that is inside Jed’s perfect ass. I’ve never been as hard as I am at the feel of jerking us both off at the same time.

Jed’s not helping with his strangled grunts and rough breaths. I tug a little harder, loving every second of swallowing his agony, knowing soon—soon!—we’d be singed.

From the inside out.

Jed lays his hand on top of my own. I growl my pleasure as we begin moving in the direction of the lounger. But, as much as I need him, I need to ask, “Jed, protection.”

I hope he understands my incomplete shorthand. I want to know not just does he have it but to get us to wherever it is.

He disconnects our bodies, something my cock weeps in disappointment at. Mournfully, glancing down at his own swollen dick, he mutters, “Bedroom.”

I place a hand on his ass and kiss him again, breaking it off before it can get too intense. “I have to have you.”

He grabs my hand and drags me to the stairs. “Let’s go.”

Soon, we enter below deck and Jed’s luxuriously appointed master cabin. Jed reaches into a drawer and tosses condoms and lube onto the bed. It feels like an eternity, but it’s barely been three minutes from when we were on deck before I’m sweeping us both down onto the mattress.

My head is laying against his pelvic bone, “I love your body.”

“Christ. Same goes. Now put it fucking in me, Dean,” he pleads.

“With pleasure.” I get to my knees and lean forward to swipe for the necessities. After sheathing myself, I flip open the cap to the lube. Rubbing my hands together, I use one to stroke my cock and drag the other up the seam of Jed’s ass. Shamelessly, I explore him wedging one finger inside.

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