Page 79 of Honorable Convictions
“Okay, whatever you want. Is the lube warm yet?”
“Geez, you’re impatient.”
“I’m already hard.”
“I think that’s a perpetual condition for you.”
Mitchell nodded as Pierson settled forward with his shoulders resting on the bed. It gave Mitchell a perfect view of his pucker as his beautiful mate slid two fingers inside himself. Unable to stop, Mitchell’s palm curled around his length and he squeezed as Pierson started to fuck himself. Pierson wiggled to spread his knees slightly farther apart while Mitchell watched with rapt attention. The only sound beyond their breathing was the crackle of the slick as Pierson stretched himself.
A few moans slipped out of him, which was music to Mitchell’s ears—he liked knowing Pierson was enjoying himself. Needing to touch, Mitchell reached out and squeezed the side of his ass cheek, causing a louder groan to escape Pierson’s mouth.
“You’re so sexy, Blondie,” he told him in a reverent whisper when Pierson switched to three of his elegant digits in his hole. “Did you want a toy?”
“Yeah.”
Mitchell scrambled off the mattress and panicked. “Where are they?”
“Bottom drawer. Nightstand,” Pierson told him, opening his eyes. With a grin, Mitchell yanked open the drawer and was delighted with all the fun things inside.
“Which one do you want?”
“Just pick something.”
Because he sounded irritated, Mitchell selected one at random but was a little peeved he didn’t have time to explore. After kicking the nightstand closed, he got back onto the bed, so he didn’t miss more of the most glorious show. Glancing away for a second to figure out what he’d grabbed, Mitchell’s smile formed as he examined the dildo. Hitting a button, it vibrated in his palm, making him laugh. Without thought, he pulled Pierson’s arm away, and his mate let out an expletive as his fingers slipped out.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” Mitchell promised, finding the lube, and rubbing it over the toy. Once it was so wet he nearly dropped it, he pressed it against Pierson’s hole and gently pushed it forward. “Good, yeah?”
“Uh-huh, keep going.”
“I wish you could see how incredible it is to watch your hole suck it in.” Mitchell used his free hand to frame Pierson’s entrance and rubbed the skin as it stretched. “Don’t come, okay, though, because I really need to fuck you.”
“I want you inside me.”
Pleased that they were on the same page, and that he’d gotten the toy sufficiently deep, he hit the button and rubbed Pierson’s balls as he slowly pulled the dildo out, then slid it in again.
“Oh, fucking hell,” Pierson breathed out.
“Did you used to think of me when you used your toys? Before we fixed everything?” Mitchell wondered as he played with his mate. Although he wanted so badly to continue, he had to stop soon, or he’d miss out on the opportunity to make love.
“No one else.”
“I hope I was good in your fantasies.”
“Dammit, Mitch,” Pierson groused. “You’re better in real life, and if you don’t take that thing out of me, I’m going to come.”
Mitchell dragged it out slowly, hit the button, and threw it in the general direction of their bathroom. Applying lube, he barely felt the coolness as he coated himself. The second he was satisfied he wouldn’t hurt Pierson, he lined up and pushed inside him. His hands locked on to Pierson’s hips, and he forgot to be suave or to put any romance into their lovemaking as they fucked.
“Faster, dammit,” Pierson demanded.
Releasing his mate and allowing himself to fall forward while slapping his left hand down next to him to brace his weight, Mitchell wrapped his right one around Pierson and unerringly found his dick. Squeezing hard had Pierson thrusting against him quicker, and they moved without grace, sharing a singular purpose, which made Mitchell’s blood heat further. His grip on Pierson tightened, and he let out a strangled howl when it caused his mate’s hole to clench around his cock. Somehow despite—or perhaps because of—their animal-like intensity, they climaxed nearly together, which made Mitchell smile while he floated to earth again.
“Don’t you dare fall asleep on me,” Pierson rushed out. Mitchell was pressing him to the mattress, and he thanked whatever instinct had propelled him to let go of Pierson’s dick before he’d smashed him into the sheet.
“I won’t,” Mitchell promised, kissing his nape. Reluctantly, he slid out of him and flopped next to him. “Cuddle with me.”
“We need to get cleaned up first, or we’re going to wake up stuck to the covers.”
“Uh-huh,” Mitchell responded. His eyes fell shut and he scratched an itch on his belly.
