Page 17 of Jumping In
“That sounds… Ungh!” Clint rocked his hips, pushing into Hawk’s face and down into his hand.
“What’s that, baby?” Hawk said, taking a break from licking Clint’s passage to nibble on the sensitive skin along his butt.
“I…” Clint swallowed and cleared his throat, trying to concentrate. “I said that sounds good but I need to go home.” He moaned when Hawk twisted his thumb and grazed his gland. “Dogs,” he finished, hoping the word was sufficient explanation to end the conversation because he wanted Hawk’s mouth focused on the task at hand.
“Bring ’em here.” Hawk lapped at Clint’s balls and then sucked each of them into his mouth in turn. “Neither of us has to work until Monday and I’m not letting you out of my bed until then.”
“That leather couch in your living room’s a good height.” Clint’s voice was breathless and he couldn’t stop pumping his hips, but he was doing his damnedest to get Hawk as worked up as Hawk had him. “Why limit us to the bedroom when one or both of us can bend over that?”
“I like how you think, baby.” Hawk licked a swath down Clint’s cock. “You can make a list of all those good ideas and we’ll tick ’em off one by one.”
“Kind of busy right now,” Clint pointed out.
Chuckling, Hawk said, “Good point. List later, eating your ass now.”
True to his word, Hawk went to work on Clint’s backside, licking his channel, sucking on his pucker, and tonguing his hole, all while stroking his dick.
“Going to come,” Clint warned.
“Do it.” Hawk shoved a finger into Clint’s hole, curled it, and pegged his gland.
“Hawk!” Clint shouted, pleasure overtaking his body and mind. He shoved his ass back, taking Hawk’s finger in as deeply as possible, and shot, ejaculate pulsing from his dick onto the bed as he shook and grunted.
Before he was done, Hawk’s broad body was draped over his and Hawk’s long cock was sliding between his cheeks and over his lower back.
“Love how you taste.” Hawk curled his arms under Clint’s armpits and gripped his shoulders while he thrust. “Love how you feel.” He thrust against Clint. “Especially here.” He circled his hips, rubbing his dick against the outside of Clint’s hole. “Want to do you bare, baby. Want to come inside.”
Clint’s breath caught at the thought.
“I haven’t been with anyone in almost six months, not since I first saw you in September.” Hawk kissed the back of Clint’s neck. “Tell me I can fuck you raw later.” He took Clint’s skin between his teeth and then sucked. “Say you want it, baby. Say you want me.”
Undeniably aroused by the idea, Clint turned his head, met Hawk’s gaze, and said, “Yes. I want you. Come in me.”
Hawk’s eyes widened, he gasped, and then he stilled as hot wetness coated Clint’s lower back.
His body sated and boneless, Clint rolled onto his side and then tugged Hawk down so they were face-to-face. He flung his leg over Hawk’s thigh and kissed his chest, shoulders, and neck as Hawk’s gasps evened into regular breaths.
“Are you back to the land of the fully-conscious or are you still brain-addled from that orgasm?” he asked.
“Little of both.” Hawk sighed contentedly, curled his arm around Clint’s neck, and stroked his hair. “Did you mean what you said?” he asked quietly.
Clint took in a deep breath and met Hawk’s gaze.
“Did you?”
“Oh, yeah,” Hawk said, his husky voice leaving no doubt which question he was answering.
“Not the fucking bare.” Clint licked his lips and, when Hawk furrowed his brow in confusion, added, “You moved to Hawthorne in late November, after the election.”
“Ah,” Hawk said in understanding. “And you’re wondering why.”
“No.” Clint shook his head. “I know you moved here to work for Mayor Martinez. I’m asking what you meant about seeing me in September when we didn’t know each other yet.”
The smile that took over Hawk’s face was wicked.
“When I told Gabriel I was moving here, he asked me to take the deputy mayor job as a favor to him and I agreed. The job isn’t the reason I came to Hawthorne. You are.”
Clint’s jaw dropped.
