Page 23 of Fire and Smoke (Nothing Special #9)
Wesley (Wes) Drake
Law’s mouth was on him, biting him as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks, as if kissing him was the sustenance that kept him alive.
Wes gripped the surface behind him, legs spread, the wood creaking under his weight.
Law wrapped his arms tighter around Wes’s waist, dragging him impossibly closer.
He arched his back as Law slid his hands under his ass, his touch firm, greedy, grounding.
He felt as if he were being worshipped, like every part of him, every beat of his heart, every stupid fight, and the months of distance had led them to this exact moment.
Law pushed him down until his back connected with the table, raising his T-shirt and ghosting his breath over his stomach.
Law dragged open-mouthed kisses across his hip while he undid the button of his jeans, and pulled them down to his ankles.
Law’s beard was too much against his sensitive skin. He grabbed a fist full of dark hair as Law slid his tongue up his shaft.
With a grunt, Law yanked him to the edge and propped the back of his knees on his shoulders.
Wes rose up on his elbows to watch as Law’s eyes darkened a moment before he took Wes’s cock down his throat. He bathed him with his tongue, slow and sensual as heat coiled in his stomach.
“Damn, Law,” he groaned.
Law hummed deep in his throat, swallowing around him.
Wes couldn’t take much more, not after the week they’d had. He pulled Law’s face up to kiss him, tasting himself before he whispered, “Take me to the couch.”
Law swept him off the table and carried him through the dark basement to the raggedy couch in the corner they’d used more than once during their late-night work sessions.
The frame protested when they dropped onto it.
Wes was flat on his back with Law between his legs, clumsily stripping them of the rest of their clothes.
They came together with a sweaty, desperate grind, skin sliding against skin, chest to chest, mouths sealed together.
“I have lube in the draw on the back table.” Wes glanced away. “But I don’t have condoms. I had no need for them.”
It was a confession.
Law closed his eyes and breathed as if he needed a second to calm down.
“Have you been with anyone else?” Wes asked the question, praying he wouldn’t regret hearing the answer.
Law opened his drowsy eyes. “No…never, and I never will.”
He kissed Law for a long time, slow and sweet, his feelings for him deeper than he knew existed.
Law pulled himself away and hurried over to the desk. He looked so damn sexy from behind. Wes had always loved the smoking grim reaper tattoo covering half of his back.
Law came back with a crumpled tube of slick, sat on the couch, and slung one of Wes’s legs over the back of it.
He loved and hated this part because Law preferred to drive him to the edge, prepping him until he was begging.
Law lubed two fingers and eased them inside tenderly, as if he’d break if he was too rough.
Wes arched and moaned, clenching his stomach muscles at the familiar, delicious ache.
“You always look so sexy when I do this,” Law whispered, his gaze fixed on Wes’s face.
Less than two minutes later…
“Come on, Law…I’m ready.”
Of course Law didn’t stop pegging his spot until his dick was so hard he thought he’d lose his damn mind.
“Law!” he yelled as his orgasm crested.
Law climbed up his body, kissing him, touching their foreheads together as he slicked himself good and slid inside, inch by inch.
Wes gasped, the stretch grounding and powerful.
“You okay?” Law asked, voice breaking.
“Yeah.” Wes gripped Law’s hips. “More.”
Law moved slowly at first, thrusting deep and holding himself there as if relishing being back home.
He wrapped his legs around Law’s waist and dug his heels into the back of his thighs.
Law began a steady pace, every stroke heavy with an emotion too strong for words. He dragged his nails across the grim reaper, crying out when Law hit something intense and electrifying. He bit down on Law’s shoulder in a futile attempt to stifle his shouts.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” he pled.
“Wes,” Law gritted, thrusting harder. “I’m so fuckin’ in love with you it hurts.”
“Show me, show me how much it hurts.”
Law growled and changed the pace, faster, deeper, the couch bucking across the cement floor.
He met every thrust, moaning into Law’s mouth, pulling on the man who’d stolen his heart so many years ago. Who’d wrecked him and built him back up over and over.
He came with a guttural cry, Law’s name caught on his tongue as his whole body tightened and broke apart.
Law followed a few seconds later, burying himself with a final thrust and letting out a groan that sounded like surrender and relief.
They collapsed together, bodies tangled, breathless and exhausted.
He traced lazy circles down Law’s spine as the aftershocks continued to roll through them, their shallow breathing the only sound in the darkness.
“Stay with me tonight.”
“I had no intentions of leaving.” Law kissed him softly. “Ever.”
Wes closed his eyes. Despite how much he fought it and how insistently he lied to himself…he did want forever with Law.
Dammit .
Ruxs and Green were fucking right.