Page 72 of Flake It Til You Make It

But that was always the cue to Rocco to pull back. He did, and Taylor groaned even louder. “I hate it when you do that,” he complained, fingers deep in Rocco’s hair now.

“No, you don’t.” Rocco teased the head with a few light licks. Keeping Taylor right there on the edge.

“No, I don’t,” Taylor agreed breathlessly. “Every time you do it, I want to bend you over the nearest flat surface and make you scream.”

“Exactly why I do it,” Rocco said and then sucked him deep again.

He repeated his actions a few more times, until only nonsense pleas were falling from Taylor’s lips, his chest was flushed all the way up to his chin, and his fingers dug hard into his skull.

“You wanna come?” Rocco teased. He took one of his hands and pressed it against his own erection, feeling Taylor’s desperation.

Taylor’s only response was a broken moan.

Nevermind how hot Taylor thoughtRoccowas, he couldn’t be even close to as hot as Taylor was like this.

Rocco gave him one last long suck, letting his dick slide even farther into his throat, and Taylor pulsed down it, his hands clamped hard around his head.

“Fuck,” Taylor said as he finally stopped shuddering and his cock slipped out of Rocco’s mouth. “That was so good, I think I almost died a little there at the end.”

“Yeah?” Rocco had thought so too.

And as good as it was for Taylor, it was nearly as good for Rocco.

Just seeing him like this . . .well, he was more and more convinced he was in deep enough in this that he couldn’t have gotten out even if he’d felt the inclination.

And he didn’t. Not even close. Especially not after Taylor roused himself, never one to leave Rocco unsatisfied, and led him into the bedroom. Did exactly as he’d promised too.

Taylor sucked cock differently than Rocco did, but that didn’t mean his technique left anything to be desired.

Especially not when his long, perfect fingers were buried two-deep inside him, hitting him in a spot where Rocco could only hang on for the ride.

When he came, it felt like it went on forever, pulse after pulse of come falling onto Taylor’s tongue.

And Taylor thoughthewas hot, but could it be any hotter when Taylor tugged him into a hot kiss, sharing his own load with him?

After, they curled up on the couch, just as Rocco had suggested, the TV playing at a low volume, some holiday movie that Rocco didn’t recognize, but probably the rest of the town had memorized.

“So, you wanna talk about what went wrong this afternoon?” Rocco asked. “Or are you allowed? Are you bound by town secrecy?

Taylor chuckled, his arm warm and firm around Rocco’s shoulders. He dropped a kiss against Rocco’s bare collarbone. “Just a homeowner who’s unhappy at the specified order for the holiday light tour. They think their street should be first on the flyer, because it’s, according to him, ‘better decorated’ than the one thatisfirst.”

“That sounds annoying.”

“Hey, you gotta deal with the anti-goat cheese contingent, I gotta deal with the jerks who believe because they’d spentall yearplanning and collecting lights and putting them up, that they deserve more recognition than the other guy.”

“I guess they take it pretty seriously.” Rocco should know that by now, but every time he thought he understood theintensity Christmas Falls residents brought to the festival, he was surprised.

“You’re beginning to get it,” Taylor said with a chuckle. “Seriously is an understatement.”

“But you got it all worked out?”

“Yep. I listened to them and then told them, very nicely, to take a seat.” Even though his eyes were on the TV, Rocco thought he couldfeelTaylor smile in satisfaction of a job well done. Was that taking care of the residents? Or was that taking care of Rocco? Maybe it was both.

“You’re good at that. Steve Mills wouldn’t have done nearly as good of a job.”

“Oh, did you hear? He’s moving back to Indianapolis. Withdrew his application for city manager today.” Now Roccocouldfeel Taylor’s smile.

“Good,” Rocco said.

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