Page 21 of Jumping In
“Not in close to a year.”
“Then I’m not worried.”
Slowly, Hawk pushed inside, his long, thick cock spreading Clint open inch by inch.
“Oh fuck,” Clint moaned, dragging each word out. “I missed this.” He widened his stance and tilted his ass up, giving Hawk as much room as he possible. “Feels so good.”
“Christ.” Hawk bottomed out and laid over him, his chest against Clint’s back and his mouth next to Clint’s ear. “Nothing’s ever felt this good.” He trembled and circled his hips. “Not sure how long I can last inside you, baby. You’re so damn hot and tight.”
“’S okay.” Clint clenched his ass, adding sensation to Hawk’s dick and making him gasp. “I’m already close.”
“Going to be hard and fast,” Hawk warned as he straightened. He gripped Clint’s hips and moved him back until Clint’s cock hung over empty air and only the upper half of his chest lay on the washer. “Brace yourself.”
Clint grabbed onto the sides of the washer as Hawk made good on his promise, pulling out of his hole and slamming back in, his pace punishing and relentless.
“Ah, ah, ah!” Clint shouted, the pleasure and passion too big to keep inside.
Behind him, Hawk grunted and panted, somehow managing to plunge in even deeper while grazing Clint’s gland on every pass.
“Going to fill you up.”
“You already are.” And not just his ass.
“Clint,” Hawk moaned. “Love you.”
“Oh, Jesus, please,” Clint begged, knowing all he needed was one touch to his cock and he’d explode, but unable to release his grip on the washer to bring himself off.
“I have you.” Hawk snaked one hand under Clint’s belly and tugged him up to a standing position, his back pinned to Hawk’s chest, and then he took hold of Clint’s dick and stroked while he continued pumping in and out of Clint’s body.
“Hawk!” Clint shouted as his balls tightened and his cock throbbed. “Yes!”
Thick cream shot from his dick, hitting the underside of his chin, his chest, and his belly. Behind him, Hawk made a strangled sound, shoved all the way inside, and stilled as hot fluid filled Clint’s passage. They stood together, hearts racing and breaths coming out in loud gasps.
When he finally regained control of his muscles, Clint twisted his head and looked at Hawk. “Now I’m ready to go.”
Hawk snorted and kissed the back of Clint’s head. “Remember what I said about a high sex drive and a great sense of humor?” He nipped Clint’s ear. “I was right.”
***
If Clint thought he was falling too quickly for Hawk, his dogs were even worse. Fluffy and Speedy immediately settled into Hawk’s warm pueblo, curling up on the rug in front of the fireplace and showing no inclination to continue their recent furniture destruction tendencies. When Monday morning came around, neither dog wanted to go.
“Leave them here,” Hawk said. “You’re coming back for dinner anyway.”
“When did we make dinner plans?”
“I’ve got way more planned for us than dinner,” Hawk said softly.
Even if Hawk hadn’t repeatedly told him as much, Clint would have figured that out when he’d gone to get his toothbrush out of one of the duffle bags Hawk had packed and found his entire closet stuffed inside. The responding glow that had spread through his chest had lasted the entire weekend and showed no indication of waning.
“You saw what they did to my place. Are you sure you want to leave them unattended with all your nice furniture?”
Hawk was dressed for the office in one of his perfectly fitted suits and Clint wanted to tear it off him and go back to bed. Two days of continuous contact had made him crave the man even more. He satisfied himself by straightening Hawk’s already straight collar.
“I’m not worried about the dogs.” Hawk kissed him, took his hand, and led him outside. “They’re smart enough to realize they’re home.”
Clint might have argued, but they both had to get to work. Besides, he suspected Hawk was right.
“You want to drive in together?” Hawk asked. “I’ll probably end up making one of my regular visits to the station around quitting time anyway.”
