Reno inhaled sharply, grinding his back teeth as his fingers balled into fists. His head fell onto the back of the couch, his eyes rolling upward as Baker began a slow stroke of his cock. His mate’s lips began to nibble at Reno’s neck, and he damn near came in the man’s hand. Baker may have been shy warming up, but Reno could see he was getting hot. His hand became firmer, stroking Reno with a steady rhythm. Oh hell, no. He was not going to be so easily appeased at nothing more than hand job. If Baker thought that was all they were going to do, he was sadly mistaken.
Rolling over, he pinned Baker beneath him. The unexpected move had Baker gasping as Reno grabbed Baker’s wrists and held them down on either side of his head. “A quick hand job isn’t what I’m looking for.”
A flush colored Baker’s cheeks as he met Reno’s gaze. His eyes, the color of blueberries, widened as Reno dipped his head, feathering his mouth over soft, plump, kissable lips. He drew in Baker’s breath, enjoying the surprise on the man’s face before he snaked his tongue out and ran the tip over pearly-white, straight teeth, rubbing his tongue over the grooves, pulling in moisture, and playfully nipping Baker’s tongue. “If you want me to stop, you better speak up, Baker.”
Instead of protesting, Baker’s eyes fluttered closed, reaching with his mouth to take more of Reno’s kisses. That was good enough for him. He plunged his tongue deeper, his chest pressed against Baker’s, their groins aligned. He could feel that Baker was just as hard as he was. The man’s cock rubbed against Reno’s through their fabric, making him wish they were naked. Releasing Baker’s wrists, Reno used one hand to balance his weight and the other to move between their bodies, pulling at his mate’s jeans until he had them unfastened.
He wasn’t as coordinated as he would have liked, but he managed to free Baker’s cock, and then his own, gripping them both with his hand.
Baker bucked, his back arching as his head pushed into the cushion. Damn, he was so fucking beautiful when he was aroused. And the noises, god, the noises excited his blood. They told him that Baker was becoming unhinged in his arms, that Reno was setting his mate on fire. Reno captured his mate’s lips, feeling the vibrations of the whining and gasping against his mouth.
Though the feelings riding him were taking him to heights, Reno needed more. The soft skin, the heated flesh, and the sensuality coming from Baker were too much.
Reno wanted to be inside his mate as he voiced his erotic pleasure. Giving his hips one last roll, Reno moved back onto his knees and pulled at Baker’s jeans, guiding them down the masculine legs. He pushed Baker’s left leg over so he could take them all the way off.
Tossing them aside, Reno drank in the legs that he wanted to feel wrapped around him as he fucked his mate, claimed him. His hands smoothed up Baker’s thighs, cupped his balls, and gave them a light squeeze.
Baker groaned his approval.
“Lube,” Reno said, barely restraining the desperation in his voice.
Baker’s eyes fluttered open, piercing Reno with their intensity. “Bedroom.”
Reno was off the couch and moving toward the bedroom as if he were in a race. He spotted a stand next to Baker’s bed and prayed that was where he kept the lube. If not, Reno wasn’t sure he had the patience to search. Cooking oil would be used instead. But luck was with him when he spotted the tube among other things in the man’s stand.
Snagging the bottle, Reno kicked off his jeans on his way back to his mate. He nearly collided with the wall, losing his balance as one pant leg became entangled on his ankle. Stupid pants.
Stopping long enough to kick them off, Reno was back in the living room, admiring the naked man lying on the couch as he moved closer. Right before he knelt back between Baker’s legs, Reno pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor.
Baker’s eyes stared at Reno before lowering, going down the length of Reno’s body. They lingered at his erection before moving lower. The heated gaze made Reno move closer, loving that his mate appreciated what he was seeing.
“You look like you want to gobble me up.”
Baker’s cheeks filled with a pink blush as he sucked in his bottom lip. “You have a very nice body.”
“I have to stay in shape for my job.” He wasn’t sure why he had said that. He could have just thanked Baker for the compliment. Reno realized he was just as nervous about claiming Baker as his mate was.
He’d never been edgy when it came to sex. He’d had plenty of it—never boasting that he was an expert—but his heart never pounded as hard as it was now and his hands never shook. But they were as Reno showed Baker the lube. “We’re good.”