Page 16 of Jumping In
“You want to be good together in that big bathtub you were bragging about during the house tour? If my eyeball measurements were right, there’s enough space to fit us both.”
“So that’s what you were thinking about when I was proudly showing you my home?” Hawk asked, his blue eyes twinkling.
“I had the hard-on from hell and you refused to do anything to help me with it until I could pass a roadside sobriety test! What did you expect me to do? Focus on your color scheme?”
“With what you drank at that party, you couldn’t pass a field test now. I just wanted you sober enough to avoid morning-after regrets.”
“The only regrets I’m going to have are not following through on the ideas I had during the tour.” Clint circled his arms around Hawk’s waist and smiled up at him, enjoying the lighthearted conversation in the wake of their passionate encounter.
“Well then we’ll definitely add shower sex to tonight’s agenda,” Hawk promised.
“My ideas expanded beyond the shower.”
“Oh?” Hawk arched his eyebrows. “Care to fill me in?”
“Eventually.” Clint slipped out from under Hawk’s arm and walked to the adjoining bathroom, making sure to put an extra sway in his step. He wasn’t used to flirting, didn’t know if he was any good at it, but he was having a hell of a time playing. “For now, you can be satisfied knowing I have plans for you on every surface and in every room of this house.”
Behind him, Hawk groaned.
Maybe he wasn’t too bad at flirting. Clint grinned and looked at Hawk over his shoulder.
“You said you could keep up with me, right?”
“Count on it,” Hawk growled. He caught up to Clint in two steps and yanked him back against his still-suited body. “I have everything you need.” He pinched Clint’s nipple with one hand and caressed his balls with the other. “I’ll keep you blissed out every day, baby.”
His sated cock valiantly trying to fill again, Clint whispered, “I don’t doubt it.” He turned around and began undressing Hawk. “You’re gorgeous.” He thought about everything Hawk had said to him that night. “A little intense, but gorgeous.”
“I can be laid back about a lot of things, but if you mean how I feel about you, I’m a lot intense.” Hawk waited until Clint met his gaze. “I love you.”
Reflexively, Clint looked away. “I don’t understand how you can just say things like that.”
Most people he knew, hell, all the people he knew, took care to guard their feelings. There were entire books dedicated to the concept of playing hard to get. Hawk Black was the exact opposite. He put everything out there without hesitation, which was both terrifying and comforting.
“I don’t play games, Clint.” Hawk took Clint’s chin between his finger and thumb and tilted it up so their eyes met again. “You deserve someone who isn’t going to hold back with you.”
***
Dirty talk in bed was fun, waking up with a guy’s tongue in your ass was even better.
“Ungh, Christ. What’re you doing?” Clint mumbled, his voice husky with sleep and his cock thick with arousal. He was prone on his stomach and Hawk was behind him, settled between his spread legs, a hand on each side of Clint’s ass, holding him open, and his face buried between Clint’s cheeks.
“Enjoying my morning.” Hawk swirled his tongue around Clint’s pucker and then curled it and pushed into his hole.
“Oh god.” Nobody did this for him, not ever, and it felt amazing. Clint kept his head and shoulders down and tucked his knees up underneath his body, raising his back end and opening himself up farther. “Hawk, please.”
“You want to get off like this?”
“Uh-huh.” Clint nodded, reached back, and grabbed his ass, spreading himself as wide as he could and exposing everything.
His hands relieved from their duty, Hawk slid his palm between Clint’s legs and pulled his cock down.
“Damn you’re hot.” He swiped his tongue up Clint’s channel while he stroked his cock. “I love this.”
Clint would have agreed, but he’d lost the power of speech.
“Going to make you come, feed you, and then take you back to bed and start all over again.”
Still jacking Clint’s dick, Hawk pushed a thumb into Clint’s hole and followed it with his tongue.
