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“Why wait?” Gio wriggled and clamped down on Conor’s fingers. He had a gorgeous man in his bed. As far as they knew, Hugh Malloy was hanging in there, and Aldo Bertinelli was out wining and dining his wife. Outside Gio’s bedroom, nothing else existed—not the pub, not the San Gaetanos. No fear of being caught.

Gio closed his eyes and rocked his body against Conor’s attentive touches. Time belonged to them, and he grasped onto it for dear life.

Chapter Seven

The condom packet Conor had taken from the drawer wasn’t his usual brand, but he wasn’t about to argue that point. So long as it fit and didn’t break, that was all he cared about. That, and knocking his sexy partner’s socks off.

Gio still wore his, which almost had Conor laughing in the middle of his seduction. On his knees between Gio’s thighs, he raised each of Gio’s lower legs and shrugged off the thick white socks. Grasping Gio’s right foot, he brushed his lips along the arch and quickly ducked away when Gio twitched as though to hammer him with his heel.

“Sorry.” Gio’s voice was muffled in his pillow. “That wasn’t intentional.”

“Ticklish?”

“No.” Gio lifted himself on his elbows and turned over, drawing a line across Conor’s abdomen with his big toe before settling on his back. “I’ve never had a guy kiss my feet before. Not while I was awake for it, anyway.”

“It’s not your thing then?” Conor asked.

“It can’t be my thing if it’s not happened before, right?” Gio rested his hands under his head, showing off the muscles in his biceps. The gun show, people here might call it. Gio’s body alone could be classified as lethal.

Conor watched Gio’s reaction as he grabbed the foot again. He pressed his thumbs against the sole and rubbed small circles along the skin, up the fold near the toes. Gio’s feet were huge, in proportion with the rest of him, and at first glance it appeared the man took care of himself. Conor, while not harboring any particular fetishes, got a charge out of eliciting pleasured noises from Gio during the impromptu massage.

“You deserve to be worshiped, Gio,” Conor told him, and pressed a light kiss on the pad of Gio’s big toe. He then set the foot flush against his chest and rubbed Gio’s calf. Gio must have liked it, judging by how his semi-hard cock twitched. “Any lover who hasn’t kissed every inch of you has clearly missed out.”

“Is that how you treat all the guys you’ve been with?” Gio lifted his other foot and slid it along Conor’s cock. “Because if you kiss other parts of me like you ate my ass, there won’t be anything left but a puddle.”

Conor laughed. His behavior amazed himself, too. “You inspire me, and excite me,” he said. “When you offered to help me at the pub today, I was so touched. You waited all the tables like a damned pro and looked so hot, even flirting with the ladies. Have to admit, I got jealous.”

“They ain’t my type, but they appreciate a bit of attention.” Gio tucked his chin against his chest, now puffed up a bit. “Good for bigger tips.”

“Sorry, I heard biggertits. I’ll be kissing those soon as well.”

Gio huffed. “You gonna do that before or after you fuck me?” He pulled his leg from Conor’s touch and, grasping both his knees, folded himself in half. The move exposed his hole, still glistening with lube, and the sight of Gio’s presenting himself had Conor’s dick hardening.

“Both.” Time to stop talking. Conor surged forward, prying Gio’s legs apart, and captured a puckered nipple in his pursed lips. He sucked hard, riding the rise and fall of Gio’s chest as the man’s breathing quickened. When he switched nipples, he rolled the free one in his fingers to keep Gio stimulated all over. Every moan, every whimper stabbed at his heart. With past lovers, he dismissed the whispered encouragement as white noise, focusing only on the sex. With Gio, he wanted all five senses in the game. He listened, took cues and discerned what Gio liked and wanted.

Conor preferred the taste of Gio’s skin to the nutty brown butter and cold domestic beer they’d shared, though wisps of both scents lingered in the air around them. He kissed a trail down Gio’s belly and scooted back in bed to reach the hole again, offering it one last wet swipe before reaching for the condom.

“Fuck!” Gio pounded the mattress at either side of him. “Get inside me, now.” Yes, he’d waited long enough. Conor as well.

He palmed Gio’s face, rubbing his thumb at the corner of Gio’s mouth as he lined up his sheathed cock at the hole. Gio was tight but relaxed, and eager to take all of Conor. “C’mere,” Gio said, tugging on Conor’s arm to bring his body closer.

Conor fucked hard, with his knees digging into the backs of Gio’s thighs as they shared sloppy kisses that missed their targets more than met. Conor moaned into Gio’s mouth with every sharp pinch of Gio’s fingernails into his flesh—under his shoulder blades and on his ass. Whether done in the heat of passion or on purpose to encourage him, Conor didn’t care. He lived in the moment, slapping against Gio with every push to be heard over the creaking bed springs. They smelled of garlicky sweat and lube and it sounded as though the room might collapse on top of them. If Conor died as a result, he’d go a very happy man.

He tore his face from Gio’s kiss with a loud smack. Raising his torso, he gripped Gio’s legs as he fucked. Gio’s cock, leaking and red to the point of bursting, bounced with his every thrust. “You think you can come with me still inside you?” Conor asked, his voice ragged.

Breathing through his mouth, Gio gave a short nod and a weak reach for his cock. Conor intercepted, sliding his fingers up and down Gio’s shaft. Gio’s vocal cues guided him to tighten his hold. Conor hoped for them to climax together and he was almost there.

Warm, brief jets of cum landed on his knuckles and Gio’s abdomen. The sight, coupled with Gio’s rapturous expression, tipped Conor over the edge. He rode out his orgasm bottomed out in Gio’s hole, grunting loud as Gio milked him. His mouth worked independently of his brain, spilling curse after curse as terms of endearment.

“You motherfucker. You think you’re so smart, trapping me with your tight ass. I should have barebacked you and sucked out my cum. Made you kiss it out of me,” he said. He let go of Gio’s cock and raked his fingers through Gio’s sticky spend. “Maybe I’ll just dump the rubber right here, mix us together.”

Eyes closed and grinning, Gio found Conor’s hand with his own and twined them together. “You’re a filthy son of a bitch, aren’t you? You talk big now, but what happens when I flip you over and chomp down on that sweet ass?”

“Try it.”

Gio shot open his eyes. Conor expected a glint of mischief in reaction to the invitation, but instead saw something different.

He didn’t like it.

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