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Rico continued to slide in and out of him, adding a scissoring motion and only hitting that secret spot every few strokes. Evan knew it was to keep him from being overtaken by his impending orgasm.

Pulling his mouth away from Evan’s sensitive cock, Rico donned one of the condoms and put a generous amount of lube over his covered length. He stroked himself a few times, then ran his hand over Evan’s erection, leaving behind some of the slick substance. “Turn over, baby. It’ll be easier if I take you from behind the first time.” Once he was in position, on his hands and knees with his ass up in the air, Rico said, “Jack off for me, and remember to breathe.”

Evan wrapped his palm and fingers around his cock and tugged while Rico ran his soothing hands up and down Evan’s back and over his ass cheeks before parting them. Something thick and hard began pushing against his hole and split him open. “Oh, shit! Rico, it’s—it’s too much.”

“No, it’s not, baby. Breathe.” His arm came around Evan’s hips, and Rico closed his hand over Evan’s, encouraging him to drag it up and down his shaft. “Bear down.”

Evan did his best to follow the softly spoken order, and when he did, his hole collapsed, allowing Rico access to his dark passage. With a swift thrust, Rico was deep inside him but then held himself still, giving Evan a moment to recover when he cursed up a storm. Once the pain began to ebb and turn into pleasure, Evan realized he needed Rico to move. “Fuck me, Rico. Please.”

Grasping Evan’s hips, Rico started a tortuously slow pace. The sensations rocketing through Evan caused him to moan and beg for more. As Rico sped up, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed throughout the room. Once again, Evan began to work his cock with his hand.

“You’re so tight,” Rico said with a growl. “Feels so good, baby. So good. I’m not going to last long.”

Suddenly, Rico adjusted his angle, and the tip of his cock hit Evan’s prostate. This time, there was no holding back. Evan’s body exploded with such an intense orgasm that he thought forsure he’d pass out when spots appeared before his eyes, and his brain short-circuited. He shouted Rico’s name as streams of cum shot onto his hand and the comforter underneath him. Behind him, Rico pounded into Evan’s body a few more times, then went deep, stiffening and roaring his release. For a moment, Evan silently cursed the condom the other man wore. He’d give anything to feel Rico marking him in the most primal way.

Unable to prop himself up on his hands and knees any longer, Evan slid forward slowly, making sure Rico stayed inside him until he was flat on the bed. He couldn’t even be bothered worrying about the cooling semen that coated his stomach and chest.

Rico leaned down and kissed where Evan’s shoulder met his neck, his heavy breathing loud in Evan’s ear as he fought to bring it under control. “That was incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before.”

A smile spread across Evan’s face as he glanced over his shoulder. “Same here. I hope you have a washer and dryer in the condo because I made quite a mess on your bed.”

Chuckling, Rico slowly withdrew from Evan’s body, removed the condom, and tied it off before tossing it in a nearby wastebasket. “You can make a mess like that anytime you want.”

Five

Sunlight filtering between closed blinds on the windows awakened Evan, and it took a moment to remember where he was. It wasn’t hard to figure out since he was still cuddled into Rico’s side, and the man’s scent filled Evan’s nose.

“Mmm. What time is it?” Rico muttered as he pulled Evan closer.

He noticed a clock on the nightstand. “Just after nine.”

Rico’s eyelids slowly opened. “I thought it was later than that. We were up pretty late.”

That was an understatement. After Rico fucked him senselessly, they took a shower together, which resulted in another orgasm for both of them as Rico wrapped his big hands tightly around both their cocks and jerked them off. Then they ambled into the kitchen, where Rico cooked them omelets. Once their stomachs were satisfied, Evan ended up on his knees, giving Rico a blowjob that had him practically yelling the building down. Rico then returned the favor. They finally dozed off around three-thirty, completely sated and exhausted.

“Do you have plans tonight?” Rico asked as he stretched. “I’d love to see you again.”

“Yeah, sorry. On Sunday evenings, I usually have dinner with Susan and the kids. I promised Brian we could eat tonight and then go to a movie he wants to see. But I don’t have to be there until around five.”

“I’ve got to open up the bar at ten thirty. It’s going to be a busy day with two back-to-back baby showers. We set them up on the second floor and still have room for the lunch crowds. And with the Giants-Yankees game at four in New York, we’ll be packed by the time it starts here at one. Mondays and Tuesdays are usually my nights off. It’s slow enough, and I trust my staff to handle things. It also helps that I live right across the street.”

“How about dinner tomorrow night, then?” Evan kissed the tattoo on Rico’s shoulder that extended down his arm. He finally got a good look at it last night in the shower. It was a stunning portrait of a Native American—a tribute to his mother’s grandfather, a Chinook tribesman. The tattoo on his other arm consisted of three intertwined flags, a testimony to his other Irish, Italian, and American heritages. He joked last night, saying he was a bit of a mutt. Out of curiosity, he did one of those DNA tests last year and found out that, besides Native American, Irish, and Italian, he also had some Swedish and a small percentage of Welsh ancestry. All combined, Rico was an attractive man—one Evan couldn’t wait to get to know even better.

“Sounds good. Why don’t you come here? We can eat at Sapphire’s.”

“I’ve never eaten there, but I’ve wanted to. I heard the food is amazing.”

Rico propped himself up on one arm and pushed Evan onto his back before kissing him soundly. “Is six thirty okay for you?”

“Perfect.”

A smile spread across Rico’s face, and he gyrated his hips, grinding his morning wood against Evan’s. “Shower with me before you go?”

“Absolutely.”

Two-and-a-half weeks later . . .

Rico was in better spirits than he’d been in a very long time. He and Evan had been on several dates and enjoyed talking and getting to know each other better. This past Monday, they went to Sapphire’s for dinner again, then took their dessert back to Rico’s place, but they never got around to eating it, feasting on each other instead. Rico was disappointed to awake alone the following morning, but Evan needed to be at work at the ass-crack of dawn. Tuesday, they hadn’t seen each other but talked over the phone that night, which turned into a round of phone sex, something Rico hadn’t done in ages. His new man had a filthy mouth on him when he got going, and Rico loved it.

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