Brock's Punishment(32)

A metal object hit the ground, bouncing on the tile floor. In that moment, Brock knew Shaw had seen him. He glanced over his shoulder. Bright hazel eyes sparked with lust and Brock reached behind him and spread his cheeks, exposing his lubed hole. Shaw’s quick intake of breath made him grin.



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The vivid red marks stood out along Brock’s back, but that didn’t stop him from going to his mate. Brock needed him. There was no doubt. Shaw’s gaze moved from Brock’s back to his lover’s ass. The gorgeous bubble butt called to him and Shaw moved from the kitchen into the living room. He caressed the meaty flesh, firmly cupping the pale globes.

Shaw ran his fingers through Brock’s crease, slicking up his finger, before slowly pushing the digits into his mate’s ass.

“You’re going to stay very still and let your mate do all the work. Right?” Shaw asked, moving his fingers in and out of Brock’s ass.

“Yes,” Brock panted. “Anything you want.”

Shaw didn’t need to do a lot of preparation. He was already well lubed and stretched. Carefully not to hurt his mate in any way, Shaw quickly unzipped his jeans. The material fell down mid-thigh, exposing his hard shaft. Brock moaned his encouragement as the head of Shaw’s cock kissed his hole. Shaw was careful as he rocked his hips forward, sheathing himself in his mate’s body.

Hands resting on the couch cushions on either side of his lover’s hips, he arched his spine and held himself straight up, unwilling to touch Brock’s back. Brock buried his head in the cushion, muffling his sounds.

“I want to hear you,” Shaw said as he flexed his hips and set up a slow, leisurely rhythm.

Brock obeyed his request.

He turned his head, his mouth open as he moaned and groaned. Shaw watched his profile as pleasure flashed across his mate’s face. He rocked forward, thrusting deep inside Brock over and over again, glorying in every sensation that rushed through his veins in response.

“I’m not gonna last long…” Brock warned, and Shaw swiveled his hips as he picked up his pace.

It didn’t take long. Brock came, yelling Shaw’s name to the ceiling.

Shaw didn’t try to hold back his own release. Gripping the cushion, he threw back his head and roared out his pleasure as he came deep inside his mate. He kept their bodies connected as he caught his breath. After a couple of minutes, he pulled his hips back and helped Brock to stand.

“Are you okay?” he asked, cupping Brock’s cheek, hoping he hadn’t hurt his mate.

“Never better.” Brock nuzzled his palm affectionately.

“I love you…” He placed a kiss on Brock’s nose. “So damn much.”

“Agent Iza, the feeling is mutual.”

Staring into Brock’s bright blue eyes, Shaw felt at peace.

He was looking forward to relaxing with Brock before taking his mate home to New York. He had no doubt that Brock would fit right in.