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Kreed carried him down the hall to the master bedroom, their mouths fused together in a hungry kiss. Their tongues twisting and tangling, their breath mingling as they swallowed down the other’s needy sounds. Aaron couldn’t have pressed any harder against this man if he tried. He groaned at the sensation of Kreed’s cock sliding up and down his crack with every step, tempting him with each and every stroke. Aaron wanted nothing more in this moment than to feel Kreed’s thickness sliding into him inch by inch, stretching him wide and making him burn. He wiggled his hips, increasing the friction on his own leaking cock caught deliciously between their bodies.
“I want you in me now, Sin,” he panted. Kreed’s breath hitched, and his grip tightened. Aaron smiled at Kreed’s reaction. Just knowing he could cause that kind of response with no more than a few words was a heady feeling. He loved the way Kreed’s nickname danced in his mouth and rolled so easily off the tip of his tongue.
Sin… Tempting, illicit, seductive. It fit the man so well. From the minute his eyes had locked with Kreed’s in the airport, Aaron had known sex with this guy would be like a drug, intense and addicting. He’d be hooked from the first taste. So far he’d been right. He craved Kreed, even though sex with the deputy marshal could lead him down the path to possible ruin. He’d tried to resist, for everyone’s sake, but Aaron really couldn’t find it in himself to care at the moment.
Kreed held him close as they tumbled down onto the king-size mattress. His back hit the cool material of the sheets, contrasting deliciously with the heated wall of man pressing into his front. Kreed’s body lay half on his and half not as they continued to probe each other’s mouths with their tongues. Kreed abruptly pulled back from the kiss.
“Fuck! The condoms.” Kreed jumped off the bed with a curse, then leaned back over for a peck to the lips. “Hold that thought, church boy. I’ll be right back,” Kreed said breathlessly, before rushing out of the room.
“What the…?” Aaron’s brain played catch-up as he propped up on his elbows to watch the doorway. Damn it, as the man had done at Jace’s house, it was full steam ahead one minute and brick wall the next. He was starting to worry Kreed had changed his mind again, but the deputy marshal bounded back into the bedroom, waving condoms and lube in the air before jumping on the bed.
“They were in the hall.” Kreed’s grin lifted at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes twinkled with wickedness as he dropped the bottle and foil packets on the bed. “Now, where were we?” Kreed crawled on top of him, picking up right where they’d left off. The deputy marshal kissed him deeply, their cock’s rubbing and bumping hard, creating the perfect amount of friction as their bodies slid together.
“You were gonna fuck me.” Aaron rolled his hips and ground them into Kreed’s groin as he slowly licked across Kreed’s lips. He slid his hands down Kreed’s back and over the taut globes of his ass before gripping them. A low growl rumbled from Kreed’s chest. Their mouths fused together, locked in a sizzling kiss. Aaron mapped the muscles of Kreed’s body with his hands as they rutted desperately against each other. After several minutes, Kreed broke from the kiss, trailed his lips over Aaron’s cheek then nipped at his lobe.
“Gonna take care of you, sweetheart. Give you what you need.”
Aaron melted at Kreed’s words. He loved Kreed’s nicknames for him and that one just might be the most endearing.
“Promises, promises,” Aaron managed as Kreed’s full weight rocked between his thighs. Aaron groaned and lifted his hips, pushing his groin up against Kreed in an effort to spur him on. He wrapped his legs around Kreed’s waist and ground hard as he squeezed his thighs together.
“So demanding.” Kreed chuckled and kissed his neck. Hot breath fanned across Aaron’s skin as their cocks slid roughly against each other, pre-come wetting the tips. Kreed dragged his tongue along Aaron’s collarbone then dipped his dark head to suck a nipple into his mouth to flick the ring with that talented tongue.
Hell fire! Kreed wasn’t playing fair. He’d always had sensitive nipples; that’s why he’d gotten them pierced, but nothing had ever compared to the friction of Kreed’s tongue sending currents of need straight to his already-aching balls.
“Fuck yes. Harder. Bite me.” Aaron spread his thighs wider and slid his fingers through Kreed’s hair, gripping tightly before urging that mouth against his chest. Kreed licked across his nipple, took the ring between his teeth and tugged before nipping, then blowing a cool breath across his wet, stinging skin.
“More.” He was being a needy bitch. He knew it. He usually wasn’t so open about what he wanted, but it had been forever since he’d had sex and the stakes felt higher. His need pushed him; he didn’t have time to be shy. He wanted to come, so it was all or nothing tonight.
Aaron slid his hand down Kreed’s body to wrap it around that hot dick, hoping the touch would move things along. Not surprisingly, Kreed quickly slapped his hand away. The deputy marshal clearly enjoyed torture with all the self-restraint he’d used at keeping them apart to this point.
“Not tonight, church boy. It’ll be over before we even start if you do that.” Kreed’s hand lifted to Aaron’s other nipple, toying with the piercing, before sliding down his stomach and wrapping around his dick, stroking him. The deputy’s tongue followed the same path his hand had taken. Kreed’s lips pressed against his hipbone, nuzzling and nipping. Kreed lay between his legs and used the hand not wrapped around his cock to hold his thigh in place as he nosed the spot between his hipbone and groin.
Aaron lifted his head to watch Kreed stroke him. Desire simmered in his eyes as he licked a path from his hip, down the line of his inner thigh before sucking his balls in that wicked mouth. Kreed mouthed his sac then licked up the underside of his dick. His soft tongue swiped across Aaron’s crown right before he swallowed his dick down to the root.
“Oh fuck.” Aaron’s fingers twisted in Kreed’s hair as warm moist heat engulfed him. “God, so fucking good.” Aaron’s eyes rolled back in his head as he closed them and arched up into that hot wicked suction to fuck Kreed’s mouth. Aaron held Kreed’s head tightly and pushed his prick to the back of that throat over and over. And holy hell, the sexy man took everything he gave him.
The feeling of Kreed’s throat constricting around his dick almost had him blowing. He slowed his thrusts and gave himself over to the feeling of Kreed’s mouth on him. His hips rolled and his orgasm built, but then Kreed pulled his mouth away, and with it, that wondrous suction, causing Aaron to let a deep, protesting groan slip free. He moaned at the loss of Kreed’s warm mouth and at the cool air on his wet dick. Before Aaron could gather himself enough to figure out what had happened, he heard a lid snap shut then his legs were pushed back and strong fingers found his hole then plunged inside.
“Fuuuck. Yesss!” he hissed and pushed back against the sudden invasion, loving the burn as Kreed urgently worked his ass, stretching him. Aaron gripped the back of his thighs, drawing his legs up higher, holding them open as Kreed scissored his fingers a few more times then added a third.
Chills raced over his heated skin when Kreed’s digits curled and brushed across his prostate. Kreed twisted and pumped in and out of his body, fast and hard each and every time. Aaron lowered his feet to the mattress and dug in, fucking himself on Kreed’s hand. If something didn’t happen, he was going to blow, tumble over the cliff before Kreed ever put his dick inside him.
“Please… Don’t wanna come… Need to feel you in…” He couldn’t draw the air in his lungs to finish the thought. Not with Kreed’s fingers pressing and probing, taking him closer to the edge.
Suddenly, Kreed’s pressure disappeared, leaving him empty. Aaron propped up enough to watch as Kreed tore the foil packet and rolled the condom down his thick length. His ass clenched as Kreed drizzled the lube on that covered cock, then tossed the bottle to the side. Aaron reached for the back of his knees and hugged them against his chest, opening himself for Kreed. His body vibrated with anticip
ation as the blunt head dragged up his crack then pressed at his entrance. He looked up to find Kreed’s gaze right on his face. Those dark brown eyes bore into him as the man slid in deep, stretching and filling him, giving him exactly what he needed.
“Ahh, yesss.” Aaron’s legs shook. The pressure along his passage bordered between pain and pleasure. He loved that initial burn of muscles being forced open.
“You okay?” Kreed stilled, not moving, his voice deep and intimate, concern swimming in his eyes.
“I’m fine.” Aaron bit his lip and smiled. He could feel the tension coiling in Kreed’s muscles. Whether the tremble was from the strain of holding back or the fear of hurting him, he wasn’t sure, but he wanted to reassure Kreed that they were in this together. Aaron released one knee and brought his fingers to Kreed’s cheek, stroking gently. “Actually, never better. I want more.”
Kreed’s face relaxed at his words and the deputy marshal slowly pulled back, his thick cock dragging along Aaron’s passage, waking every nerve ending along the way.
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Kreed said, then dipped his head and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
“You won’t. Now show me why they call you Sin.” The glint in Kreed’s eyes showed the challenge had been accepted. Kreed thrust forward—hard—and Aaron dropped his head back to the bed as his eyes slid closed, the sensations consuming him. Bright white spots danced behind his eyes. Kreed’s mouth descended on his, kissing him hard and long as he wrapped his legs around the deputy marshal’s waist.
Aaron had no choice but to hang on. He dug his fingers into Kreed’s shoulders, drawing his nails down Kreed’s back, wanting everything Sin could give him. Kreed moaned against his lips then angled his hips just right, hitting against Aaron’s gland every single time he drove forward. Good God in heaven! Kreed pulled out before slamming back inside, driving him higher and higher, right where he wanted to be.
“Yes, Sin…fuck me.” He untangled his legs from around the deputy marshal, and Aaron tilted his hips, taking everything Kreed gave him. Kreed buried his head in his neck and switched things up, fucking him in short, quick jabs, then slow, deep strokes. Sin teased him mercilessly. Aaron clenched the muscles in his ass and pushed against the cock inside him.
“You feel so fucking good wrapped around my dick,” Kreed growled against his skin. “I can feel you working me.” Hot breaths lingered on his neck, sending chills down his spine.
The sound of Kreed’s flesh slapping against his… Loud grunts and soft moans peppered the air. The heady smell of their need, mixed with leather, cinnamon, and wild spices saturated the space surrounding Aaron as Kreed filled him. He was in heaven.
Aaron grabbed Kreed’s firm ass and pushed, wanting the man deeper in his body. Kreed rose up on a knee, gripped Aaron’s leg at the shin then pushed it back. Kreed’s hips never lost rhythm as he pistoned in and out.
Their breaths mingled and their groans filled his ears. Aaron drew his free leg back farther as Kreed settled on both knees…fucking him harder. Kreed’s warm palm curled around Aaron’s dick as the deputy marshal took him in hand and stroked him roughly.
“Yes… I need…”
Kreed slammed up against his gland one last time, and Aaron lost it, shooting his load all over his chest and Kreed’s hand.
“Aaron!” Kreed cried out as his body tensed.
Kreed’s dick twitched hard in his ass, drawing one last shudder from his body before Kreed released his shin, carefully pulled out, then collapsed on the mattress next to him. They both lay there, breathing heavily. Kreed’s hot hand on his belly, thumb idly stroking his skin.
Who knew how much time passed? Aaron’s body was spent and so fucking blissed out. He covered his eyes with his arm and tried to regulate his breathing as he floated in the aftermath of ecstasy. The mattress dipped, and he peeked out from under his arm. Kreed sat on the side of the bed, staring down at him with a huge grin on his face as he tied off the condom and tossed it carelessly to the nightstand.
“That was hot, church boy.” Kreed reached out and stroked his face, before leaning down to brush a kiss across his lips.
“I thought so, too,” Aaron answered, his voice still a little haggard from all the recent strenuous activity. He managed to smile up at Kreed. “I’m covered in jizz and I can’t fucking move.”
“Jizz, huh? Can’t have that, now, can we?” Kreed winked as he dipped his head and licked the come off Aaron’s chin then moved down his chest and stomach, before bringing his hand to his mouth and sucking what remained of Aaron’s orgasm from his long fingers. Aaron’s dick started to regain consciousness.
“Okay, that had to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Aaron said and pushed his dick back down.
“Oh, yeah? I love doing it.” Kreed chuckled then leaned in and took his mouth in another searing kiss. Aaron opened, and Kreed’s tongue slid inside, brushing against his. Kreed took his face between his palms and drew him closer, deepening the kiss. He could still taste his bitter release on Kreed’s tongue. This guy was amazing, but now that the orgasm had released some of the tension of the moment, the needling thoughts in the back of his mind kept trying to push to the front and warn him that there was a reason for those cautionary barriers he’d failed to maintain. Kreed Sinacola was still a life-altering complication.
Damn it!
He was screwed. Aaron slid his hands to the back of Kreed’s neck then up into his thick, dark hair and kissed Kreed passionately, letting his feelings rather than rational thought take control of his actions.
After a few minutes, the kiss turned into a soft, sweet sampling of lips. Several more minutes passed before Kreed’s head lifted and that dark gaze held his. Kreed moved his fingers along Aaron’s neck and his thumb stroked back and forth across his jaw, his sinful lips curling into a smile.
“We need to get some rest. I have plans for you tomorrow.” Kreed dipped his head and kissed him again. Aaron nodded; he was completely spent and couldn’t hold his eyes open any longer. Aaron rolled to his side and smiled when he felt Kreed draw the covers up and over them. Aaron snuggled into his pillow, pressing his ass against Kreed as the deputy marshal curled around him from behind. Kreed pressed his big body tightly against Aaron’s back and surrounded him with those strong arms. He felt safe and secure as he listened to the cadence of Kreed’s even breaths, and Aaron drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 19
A smile slowly spread along Kreed’s lips as his eyes blinked open. Aaron’s scent held him in place as he breathed his lover in, only moving to roll his head to the side and glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand in Aaron’s bedroom. Happy New Year to him. They’d shared a night to remember. Epic. One for the record books.
Mind-blowing, hard-core, body-bruising sex with a hot, wickedly naughty partner then falling asleep curled tightly around the same guy seemed one of the best possible ways to start this year off right.
Kreed never slept in this late. Not that they hadn’t drifted off too much before sunup. So technically, sleeping in till ten was in reality only a few hours’ sleep, not necessarily the self-indulgent act it sounded like when you heard words like, “sleeping in till ten o’clock.” Last night had been amazing and Kreed could honestly say with his whole heart that he wanted more.
Normally, he didn’t do repeat sessions with the guys he fucked either, let alone waking up in the same bed with them. He really liked Aaron—more than liked him—but could he have a relationship with this man? Who knew for sure, because he had no idea how the dynamics of that worked. Relationships had never been in his vocabulary.
Of course, he’d have to factor in Mitch. Yeah, he and Mitch had had a brief fling for a short time, going out, getting drunk, and fucking each other. Not committed by any means and it happened when they were much younger. But nothing compared to this feeling. He’d woken with fucking butterflies in his stomach, for Christ’s sake. Yeah, nothing compared remotely to Aaron.
His short-lived tim
e with Mitch had been what they’d both needed at that particular stage in their lives. He and Mitch would have never ended up as a couple. They just didn’t fit that way. Most definitely better as brothers-in-arms than lovers. That strong bond was probably the main reason Skinner had enough sense to assign them as permanent partners.
But him and Aaron? Yeah, he could see himself with Aaron Stuart…for the long haul. Kreed shifted his position to get a better look, but with Aaron’s body spread across his, he couldn’t move much without disturbing him.
Stubborn, smart-mouthed, hard to get along with Aaron Stuart was an extreme snuggler. Who would have known? Actually Aaron was a lot of things that he hadn’t appeared to be at first glance. Warm, compassionate, caring… Smart, funny, and a phenomenal lover… Chatty, too. When he’d opened up last night, he’d been animated and talkative. Words like adorable, fun, and caring also seemed to apply.
Aaron knew about world events, cared about the human race more than any other person he’d ever known, and was shockingly a political activist. More surprisingly, they actually agreed on most parts of the political spectrum. Honestly, Aaron hadn’t come right out and taken a progressive stand, but his thoughts on moving society forward in a positive, protective way were a part of every unguarded conversation they’d had during the night.
Those open discussions had given Kreed pause, made him look at Aaron in a whole new light. Those were all very attractive qualities to someone like Kreed, who had spent his whole adult life working as a public servant, who believed in protecting society.
Kreed had chosen to ignore the little prickling needles of concern when it came to Aaron. Based on his own jaded past, he knew the lessons of how easily ethical lines could blur while working for the greater good. And whatever Aaron did, he seemed to truly believe in his life’s work, focused on making the world a little better. One thing for certain, Aaron hadn’t been tainted. Life hadn’t beaten the hell out of him yet. He was idealistic and determined, which was incredibly refreshing, and a little arousing. He wasn’t sure he knew anyone who still believed they could make a difference, and Aaron had no doubts that he could.
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