Page 55 of Honorable Convictions
“I want this. I want us.”
Mitchell’s smile was bright enough to wash away the tumult in his eyes. Pierson let the affection radiating from Mitchell lull away his anxiety. “Me too.”
“I’d also really like to feel you inside me.”
“Hmm,” Mitchell said, grabbing Pierson’s ass. “Where were we?”
Pierson kissed him with every ounce of tenderness inside him that he could not yet put into words but felt all the same. Changing the angle slightly, Mitchell opened for him and their tongues met. His blood heated, and his groin grew heavy as they made out, and he yearned for a million nights spent this way. The unsnapping of his jeans was loud in the silence of the room, and Pierson moaned when Mitchell’s knuckles brushed his hardening cock.
There was the drag of a zipper; then Mitchell pulled away and shoved his clothing down, exposing him. Pierson deftly unfastened Mitchell’s uniform pants and although his intent was to lower them, Mitchell beat him to it. Pierson’s mind was sluggish as desire coursed through him in waves, and he did nothing to assist Mitchell, who was trying to remove the clothing keeping them from their goal.
“Blondie, I need you to at least step out of the fucking jeans.”
With a laugh that tasted of freedom, Pierson got the denim and his briefs off. Naked, he sat on the mattress and scooted to the center of it. Mitchell crawled over him, and Pierson pulled him into his arms. Their mouths reunited, his legs spread of their own accord, but Pierson refused to grind into Mitchell. Just emptying his balls wasn’t enough, and he admitted that what he wanted was to be seduced.
Instinctively, he understood that it wouldn’t be something he’d have to articulate, because Mitchell wanted the same thing. They kissed and kissed, stopping only to nibble and suck. Smoothing his hands across every part of Mitchell within reach, he reveled in the dampness of his skin and the long lines of his muscles.
There were moans and the whispers of their names as they took their time in learning each other anew. Pierson’s desire to rock against Mitchell grew, and he had to pointedly ignore the answering hardness of his mate barely rubbing his taut belly.
“Lube?”
“Left it on the nightstand,” Pierson responded. His lips found Mitchell’s shoulder when the other fallen knight reached to grab it. Grinning at Mitchell as he warmed some of the liquid between his fingers, his other half rolled off him, which didn’t thrill him. Lifting one of Pierson’s legs, Mitchell laid it atop one of his own. His mate softly touched his center and he sighed. “I’m already stretched out.”
“Too bad, I want to explore you.”
Pierson wasn’t sure he could handle that and wasn’t able to get the words out as two of Mitchell’s digits slid inside him. By some divine providence, Mitchell went straight to his prostate and Pierson gasped.
“I don’t have to ask if that felt good,” Mitchell murmured, his tongue teasing Pierson’s jaw.
Again and again, he touched that beautiful ball of nerves inside him, and Pierson reached out to clutch Mitchell. “I’m going to come if you keep that up,” he managed.
“Sorry, I should’ve realized you were that close.”
Finding his mouth, Pierson kissed him. Mitchell pulled his arm away, allowing him to relax slightly, but Pierson had a goal. “Inside me.”
“I know, give me a minute.”
Ignoring Mitchell’s words, Pierson snagged the bottle of lube that his mate had carelessly dropped and dumped too much into his palm. Mitchell hissed as the cold slick hit his cock. “Allow me,” Pierson said with a toothy smile.
“Keep it up. You continue jerking me like that, and you’re not going to get what you want.”
Pierson was reluctant to let go, but he was too dearly attached to the idea of being fucked to allow Mitchell to come. To Pierson’s delight, the moment he released his hold, Mitchell climbed over him. Lifting his hips, Pierson reached out to touch Mitchell. The intensity on his mate’s face as he grabbed his length and lined up to Pierson’s center was something he was glad he’d always remember.
Mitchell’s cock bumped into him, and Pierson relaxed as he pushed inside. Enjoying the feel of his channel stretching to accommodate the girth of his well-endowed lover, Pierson exulted in the heat. Mitchell’s pace was slow and measured as he pressed inside. Pierson’s lashes fell closed as he savored every moment, and he smiled when the head of Mitchell’s dick popped through the first barrier.
Frozen in time, there was nothing in the world that mattered but the two of them. Mitchell warmed Pierson to his very soul. Once he bottomed out, Pierson reached up and yanked Mitchell close to lock their mouths together. Moaning his name into their kiss, Mitchell pulled back, then thrust forward again. Not content to simply lie there, Pierson forced his hips into action. It took less than a few seconds for them to find a rhythm that worked, and Pierson reveled in the most intense sexual experience of his life.
There was passion and it seared through him, but it was equal to the tenderness in the way Mitchell pushed his arms beneath Pierson. Holding his head, Mitchell stroked his thumbs over Pierson’s skin as they moved together. Using his lips and teeth to torment Pierson, they increased the tempo of their lovemaking. Pierson’s balls were drawn up tight, and he struggled to last as long as possible. Because they were unable to be locked together eternally, Pierson vowed to himself that there’d be plenty more opportunities to experience such delight.
A voice in his head whisperedforever, and his body bowed as tingles raced along his spine. Moving faster, his cock rubbed along the muscles of Mitchell’s stomach. His mate changed the angle and unerringly plunged forward so that he bumped into Pierson’s prostate. A strangled cry that was his other half’s name tore from Pierson’s lips as his orgasm ripped through him, searing every nerve ending in its wake.
Mitchell stiffened when Pierson’s seed splashed between them. Clutching Mitchell to him, his mate climaxed and filled Pierson with his hot essence. As he slowly returned to himself, his knees continued to tremble.
“I was feeling rather proud of myself at how well I did with my dildo earlier,” Pierson mused quietly once he regained the use of speech.
The sound of Mitchell’s chuckle enchanted him. “I hope I ruined it for you forever.”
“Kiss me.”
