Page 45 of Honorable Convictions
The wariness in Pierson’s voice snapped Mitchell out of his reverie, and he jerked open the fly of his jeans and shoved them along with his underwear to the wooden planks beneath his feet. “You’re gorgeous, Blondie,” he told him in low tones, getting on the mattress and crawling over Pierson. “I was distracted by how damn good you look. Do you have any idea how often I’ve fantasized about seeing you? About touching you?”
Pierson’s arms came up around the tops of his shoulders, and he used his considerable strength to try and pull them flush together, but he’d never been Mitchell’s match at physical things. Mitchell held himself away to delight in the way Pierson could make him want with such little effort. “Can you daydream later? I thought you wanted to come to my bedroom for more than just talk.”
Mitchell closed his eyes and relished Pierson’s soft gasp when he lowered himself onto his mate so that they were touching from head to toe. It was yet another sound to treasure, and Mitchell’s mouth unerringly found Pierson’s as his mate spread his legs. With plenty of room to maneuver, Mitchell planted his knees into the bed and thrust. There was no coyness or reluctance from his other half. His tongue eagerly stroked Mitchell’s, and his hips snapped up to meet him.
Surging against the exquisite man beneath him, his breath grew choppy. This was what he’d waited for—them coming together in frantic need but with tenderness he wasn’t imagining. Ending their kiss to drag in air, Mitchell buried his face into the pillow beneath Pierson’s head and his lips grazed Pierson’s ear. “Pierce,” was all he managed.
Mitchell was incapable of conscious thought and sensed only the nerve endings of his skin where it touched Pierson’s. His dick rubbed along Pierson’s hardness, and their tempo increased as his balls drew up tight. While he wanted release, Mitchell also wished it would last forever. There were no words, no fights, and nothing that mattered but the two of them and how wonderful they made each other feel.
But there wasn’t anything to stop the inevitable, and beneath him Pierson went rigid. Delighted that he’d outlasted Pierson, because seeing to his mate’s pleasure was vital, Mitchell allowed himself to let go. Grunting loudly, he sped up his movements the second Pierson erupted between them. Mitchell’s orgasm was heralded by the tingling of his spine, and he couldn’t say if the roar he heard was his own as his muscles grew stiff.
The world around him disappeared for timeless moments, but when Mitchell’s brain kicked into gear, he nearly wept at the tender stroking of Pierson’s hands over the damp skin of his back. It was necessary to know what Pierson was feeling, so he dragged his languid frame up to meet his eyes. His smile formed at the satisfaction and what must be caring in them.
“We didn’t do so bad, did we?” Mitchell asked, then dropped a soft kiss on Pierson’s mouth.
“I was nervous. I’m not good at physical stuff.”
“Big difference between trying to take a person down and getting in bed with someone.”
“Technically, we’re not in the bed, we’re on it.”
“There’s my always accurate Juris Knight.”
“Do you want to?”
“Do I want to what, Blondie?” Mitchell asked with another brush of their swollen lips. “I hope you’re not wondering if I want to have sex again, but the answer is an obvious yes.”
There was anxiety creeping into Pierson’s gaze, and it didn’t please Mitchell. “No, I meant did you want to get into bed with me?”
“Oh, I’m definitely sleeping over.” The worry drifted away, allowing Mitchell to concentrate on the mundane. “I’ll grab something to clean us up.”
“Towels are in the linen closet in the bathroom.”
Mitchell didn’t want to, but he dragged his body free of Pierson’s and left the bed altogether. “I know, I nosed around the first time I was in there.”
“It’s rather rude to go through someone’s things uninvited,” Pierson called out. Mitchell strode to the only bathroom in the tiny condo. It took seconds to grab a rag and clean the mess off his stomach and groin. Rinsing it out, he made sure the water was warm and wrung out the excess moisture.
Mitchell carried it to where Pierson was still prone on the mattress and grinned at the sexy blond. “Are you really surprised?”
Pierson stayed relaxed when Mitchell dragged the cloth across his torso, which pleased him immensely. “Is it common for you to snoop through people’s things?”
“Nope, just your stuff,” Mitchell confessed, scrubbing his mate and once again traipsing to the bathroom.
“Why?” Pierson questioned. Mitchell returned to the bedroom to find Pierson up and tugging down the covers. Embracing him from behind, Mitchell dropped a kiss on his nape.
“I don’t know. I guess I wanted to know everything about you.” Mitchell followed Pierson under the blankets and didn’t let his mate put any distance between them.
“What about the way I fold my towels gave you insight into my character?”
“It didn’t,” Mitchell responded.
“It’s early yet, did you want to watch a movie or something?”
“We wouldn’t want to miss whatever’s on your favorite channel.”
Pierson scooted over to the nightstand to grab the remote, and when the television went on, it was no surprise to Mitchell that it was a romantic movie playing. “I don’t have a favorite channel.”
“Bullshit, you love the Eternal Love Channel.”
