His mate groaned and shuddered beneath him. The noise was music to Lamar’s ears, telling him Rueben had come again. Lamar couldn’t hold off his own release any longer. He spurted, filling the space between them, painting their stomachs and chests with his seed.
For several seconds, both men just lay there, Lamar’s weight heavy upon his lover’s. He carefully licked his mate’s neck clean, relieved to see that it wouldn’t be exceptionally noticeable. Lamar hoped Rueben wouldn’t mind that he hadn’t warned him.
To Lamar’s relief, when he lifted his head, he discovered Rueben smiling languidly at him. “That was amazing,” he slurred slightly. The way his eyelids drooped showed the pull of sleep had a firm grip on his lover.
Lamar pressed a soft butterfly kiss to smiling lips. “I’ll be right back with a cloth to clean you up,” he whispered.
“Thanks, sweet,” Rueben mumbled as he trailed the fingers of his right hand through the cum Lamar had painted over his chest. He winked and brought the white cream to his mouth, sucking it from his fingers. “Mmm.”
Heat streaked across his chest, and Lamar felt his dick try to stir. Shaking his head, Lamar snickered. “Be right back.”
Hustling into the bathroom, Lamar grabbed a cloth. He turned on the water, waiting until it ran warm, then quickly soaked the cloth and cleaned himself. Rinsing only took a moment. As he shut the water off and turned toward the doorway, Lamar mentally felt his peacock trill happily in his mind. It was almost as if he could see his peacock fanning his tail and showing off its colorful feathers. He shivered and swallowed hard as an odd sense of peace flooded him.
Shaking it off as residual endorphins from his multiple orgasms, Lamar returned to his lover. Seeing Rueben jerk his hand away from his groin and his half-erect cock, Lamar lifted a brow and smirked. “Need help with something?” he teased.
Rueben actually flushed, his chest turning a pale pink color. “Condoms not made to withstand two amazing orgasms like the ones you gave me.” He seemed to regain his bravado and smiled cheekily while reaching down and cupping his testicles. “I dripped and didn’t want to get it on the bed, but I bet it’d be even better if you licked me clean.”
Lamar snickered and placed one knee on the bed, leaning close. Because the man smelled so good, Lamar did as Rueben asked. He swiped his tongue from the man’s anus, over his balls, and up the crease of his groin, pointedly ignoring Rueben’s semi erection.
“Feel better?” he crooned. He lifted the warm rag and rubbed away the remaining fluids.
Rueben smiled sleepily at him and heaved a sigh. “Perfect,” he muttered.
Lamar hesitated, uncertain if he would be welcomed to stay in Rueben’s bed, since he was human.
Fortunately, Rueben took the decision from Lamar by grabbing his wrist and tugging. “Come here.”
Lamar obeyed and crawled into bed. Rueben turned him, spooned up behind him, and draped his top arm over him. “Night,” Rueben whispered, kissing the back of Lamar’s neck softly.
“Night.”
From the other man’s even breathing, Lamar knew Rueben had already succumbed to sleep. Unable to resist the strange peace that still permeated him and the pull of slumber, Lamar also drifted into dreamland.
Chapter Seven
Rueben heaved a sigh and dropped his head against the headboard. For good measure, he lifted his head and banged the headboard again. He had no idea what the hell had happened. He and Lamar had had a wonderful night together. When they’d woken, they’d cuddled, made out, then had a fantastic frottage session.
That had been three days ago. After Lamar had left, claiming a need for a shower and a change of clothes, the man hadn’t come back. While taking his own shower, Rueben had missed a call from Lamar. His lover had claimed that something had come up and he needed to run out to see his buddy who had a problem. Lamar hadn’t elaborated, and when Rueben had called him back, the blond hadn’t answered and hadn’t called him back.
Normally, being blown off like that, Rueben would have chalked it up to a fantastic one-night stand and moved on. Now that he knew his brother was fine—Ricky had dropped by his motel room and they’d chatted for over an hour about their lives, although Ricky had been careful to keep clear of giving any reason for why he’d been in the area—Rueben should just head home to Portland. He’d already received one call from his physical therapist, asking when he would schedule an appointment.
Thinking about that, Rueben was actually surprised at how good his foot felt. Between his fall in the bathroom and the vigorous sex, he would have thought he’d be popping Ibuprofen to keep his foot from throbbing. He felt pretty grateful and hoped it wasn’t a sign that he’d reinjured it.