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When
he had first met Seamus, Yancy had been ready for a simple fling. That was no
longer true. After spending the last several days getting to know the guy,
Yancy wanted more. He wanted the whole dream, or at least the one he had been
fantasizing about.
Seamus
started to smile again. “Turn around and let me wash your back.”
Yancy
turned around and rested his forehead against the shower wall. He bit his lip
to keep from groaning when he felt Seamus’s hands start to move over his back.
The hesitancy in Seamus’s touch was just as sensual as the man.
When
Seamus turned him around and started washing his chest, it was all Yancy could
do not to drop to his knees and beg the man for more. Seamus’s lush lower lip
was caught between his teeth as if the man was nervous but intent on what he
was doing.
Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to have those lips wrapped around his cock.
“All
you had to do was ask.” Seamus chuckled as he dropped to his knees.
Holy
shit!
Had he
said that out loud?
Yancy
tried to keep his breathe steady as he worked his way through the implications
of Seamus’s words. His heart went wild, and blood rushed hot through his veins
when he felt Seamus’s wet tongue lick his pelvic bone. A groan rose up in
Yancy’s throat as arousal caught him in a vicious grip and shook him hard.
“Seamus, please,” Yancy pleaded as he humped his hips toward Seamus, an
anxious whine falling from his lips. He gritted his teeth when Seamus just
chuckled at him.
A
moment later
Yancy’s needy cry echoed through the shower stall as the man’s lips wrapped
around his hard cock.
He
had never felt anything so fantastic in his life. He could feel every
movement, every lick, every sweet caress.
Yancy
could almost feel the very air around him moving over his sensitive skin.
He
felt flushed, hot, and needy. Fire raced through Yancy’s body, melting him
from the inside out. He didn’t know what Seamus would to do next and it drove
him crazy. His heartbeat throbbed in his ears as he waited for Seamus’s next
move. He just wished the man would hurry the hell up.
Yancy
was about to go out of his ever-loving mind.
He
groaned and started panting when
something brushed against his balls. He spread his legs, giving Seamus more
access. He loved having his balls played with, sucked on, tugged, anything.
His
body shook. Red hot need rushed through his body like a tidal wave and crashed
together in his cock when Seamus
suddenly deep-throated him. Yancy growled as he felt the tip of his cock hit
the back of the man’s throat.
Using
his hand to push his hair back, Yancy watched Seamus as the man moved his head
back up and down his cock.
It was
an alluring sight, one he hoped to see again and again—for the rest of his
life.
“Fuck, Seamus,” Yancy shouted, “don’t stop.”
Yancy’s body stiffened as Seamus’s mouth sank even further down on his cock.
Seamus swallowed it until Yancy felt the man’s nose brush against his short,
curly hairs right before Seamus began to move his mouth along Yancy’s hard
length.
“Oh,
fuck,” Yancy whimpered as the man’s slight hum sent small vibrations through
his cock. He tangled his hands in Seamus’s hair, holding him in place as he
fucked the world’s most perfect mouth.
He
could feel his balls drawing up close to his body. He knew he was on the edge
of an intense orgasm.
Yancy
couldn’t believe the hotness he felt, the exquisite pleasure.
It
just kept going higher and higher.
“Oh,
Seamus, gonna…” Yancy cried out as a heavy pressure built in his balls. It
moved up to the base of his cock then erupted out the top as Yancy found his
release. Yancy shouted as he came, flooding Seamus’s mouth and throat with
hot, salty liquid. Seamus sucked down every last drop until Yancy melted into
the shower stall.
When
Seamus lifted his head, Yancy stared down at him a little dazzled, uncertain
what to think or even how to think.
Yancy’s fingers trembled as reached down and trailed them over the side of
Seamus’s face.
“Thank
you.”
Seamus’s face flushed bright red. “You’re welcome.”
“Can I
return the favor?” Yancy was confused by the sudden embarrassment that he
could see in Seamus’s green eyes right before the man dropped them to look at
the floor. “Seamus?”
“I
kind of…um…well, when you…I…”
Yancy
suddenly read through Seamus’s stuttered words and he felt like shouting to
the rooftops. He could feel small pants of Seamus’s breath tickling his cheek.
The man’s breath was coming out raggedly, softly, nervously.
He
pulled Seamus to his feet then tugged at his neck until their lips were only
an inch apart, and then claimed his lips in a magnificent kiss filled with
passion and desire and a need so great that it burned Yancy to his very core.
Yancy
moaned, his body tightened involuntarily, every bone and muscle in him
reaching for more of Seamus’s sweet taste, the hot draw of his lips. He pushed
between Seamus’s lips with his tongue, wanting entrance.
Seamus’s deep needy groan as the man melted in his arms was all Yancy needed
to make this moment perfect. Seamus tentatively reached out and grabbed
Yancy’s arms, gripping them tightly as he returned the kiss was a passion that
made Yancy ache all over again.
When
Yancy finally lifted his head, his heart skidded to a halt and then began to
pound erratically when he saw Seamus peering intently up at him, his pupils
dark pools, mesmerizing and endless.
“Are
you okay?”
Seamus’s face flushed again but he nodded. “I’m fine.”
“Is
that invitation to breakfast still open?”
“Yeah.”
Yancy
cupped Seamus's chin in his hand, tilting his head so that their eyes met.
“Have I ever told you how sexy you are?”
“Once
or twice.”
“Then
let me say it again. You, Seamus Blaecleah, are one of the sexiest men I have
ever laid eyes on.”
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