Chapter 9 #3
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Beckett said, kissing a trail up his chest and moving in close until he was nearly lying on top of him, trapping Hayes’ aching dick between them in the process. One of Beckett’s hands was still wrapped around the base of his aching cock.
“I’m going to suck you off right here, with that plug inside you, and then, when you’ve come and you’re ready for all of it to be over—I’m going to put it on high and you’re going to fuck me in the shower.
And then, when you’re overwhelmed and your dick feels ready to fall off, I’m going to put a cock ring on you, and spend the rest of the day teasing you by turning it off and then turning it back on again. ”
Hayes hitched a breath of disbelief as an even stronger, more powerful wave of arousal hit, setting his skin on fire.
“That’s—uh.” What? He couldn’t seem to form a single thought. Not one.
“I know, H. I know—” Beckett said, clearly pleased with himself as he grabbed Hayes’ hair and pulled him up from the counter to give him a bruising kiss.
“A full year, Haysie. We’ve been together for a year, and you know what I’ve learned this past year?
I’ve learned a lot of things about you, Nancy.
I learned that you’re loyal. That you’re jealous and possessive.
That you love me more than I deserve, and best of all, that you’re kinky as hell,” he said, smirking like he now held all the secrets of the universe.
“Says the man with a public sex kink,” Hayes retorted, just as the plug inside him began to vibrate again.
“Like we were meant to be,” Beckett acknowledged with a cackle and a shit-eating grin Hayes wanted nothing more than to kiss right off his face.
The phone rang again. The buzz was closer now than before.
Hayes could almost feel it move against his skin.
Beckett growled, pressed decline, and tossed the phone out of his sight.
It was on the tip of Hayes’ tongue to suggest Beckett should take the call, but he didn’t get a chance because a second later, Beckett was back to working his cock, not even taking the time to tease him, as he lapped at the cockhead first, then swallowed him in one quick motion.
He let his hand fall away from the base, releasing the pent up need all at once.
Hayes moaned helplessly. Between the plug pressed against his prostate and the enveloping heat of Beckett’s mouth, it only took a few seconds before he was erupting like Vesuvius.
Beckett swallowed every fucking drop. Hayes babbled nonsensically, begging him to stop—his overly- sensitive cock twitching with each stroke of his tongue.
Mercifully, the plug stopped vibrating and Beckett pulled back.
Hayes laid there panting, feeling completely wiped.
How Beckett thought he’d ever find the strength to get back on his feet and fuck him was beyond him.
He took a deep breath and sighed, shutting his eyes and lying there boneless.
Maybe if he just rested his eyes a second—
Slap. The pain was sharp and stinging, and he sat up on the counter like he’d been electrocuted.
The skin of his right ass cheek stung like a bitch.
Before he could say anything, Beckett grabbed him by the hips and yanked him closer.
Hayes reflexively wrapped his legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders as he was lifted off the counter.
“No falling asleep. You have a job to do, Navy, and I’m not letting you off that easy.”
“I should kick your ass for that slap,” Hayes growled as he tightened his grip on Beckett’s shoulders and nipped him on the ear.
“Ooooh—foreplay,” Beckett chuckled. “With or without knives?”
And fuck—fuck—Hayes wished it wasn’t quite as much of a turn-on as it was to fight his partner for dominance before fucking. Beckett knew him like the back of his hand. He supposed it was only natural when you loved someone so completely.
Before Hayes was sure he could even stand, Beckett set him on his feet, the water of the shower pleasantly warm against his skin. While standing under the warm spray, he watched Beckett get naked, feeling his cock come back to life as stretches of his boyfriend’s skin were exposed.
Beckett Thérault was an extraordinary specimen.
Not only was he a formidable combat specialist, but also his body was a work of art.
The picture perfect rugged man. Hayes was mostly sharp angles and lithe muscles, but Beckett was sturdy and powerfully built.
His shoulders were wide and his hips were narrow.
He had a warrior’s body that Hayes absolutely worshipped.
How many times had Hayes traced his tongue over the lines of that perfect chest with its light dusting of dark blond hair?
Beckett did not possess a magazine ad physique nor did he have the muscle definition found on covers of bodybuilding magazines.
Instead, Beckett had a working man’s body.
A man who chopped wood, built houses, and could take down another man with efficiency and grace.
Hayes remembered the first time he saw that physique and feeling insanely jealous of the man’s brute strength.
He felt none of that now. All of this glorious body was his.
All his to possess and worship every day.
He’d kill to keep it, too. Without any doubts or a single moment of hesitation. It was the simplest, most basic truth.
“That was easier than I thought,” Beckett said, as he stepped under the spray next to Hayes and glanced down at his shaft, which was rock hard again.
Hayes wasn’t at all surprised that his dick had recovered so quickly.
Although he certainly wasn’t 22 anymore, he doubted there would ever come a time when he couldn’t get it up for Beckett.
Ignoring his own dick in favor of taking care to his boyfriend’s, he noticed that the tip was already shining with a bead of precum.
“Lube?” Hayes asked, as he stepped forward and wrapped an arm around Beckett’s waist, grabbing at his fantastic ass and pulling him flush with his own hips.
Beckett chuckled as he reached for the bottle in the shower caddy.
They kept bottles of lube just about—everywhere.
Hayes usually complained about it because what if they had guests?
But right then, he was so fucking glad. He cupped the side of Beckett’s jaw and bent his head back, taking control of his balance.
Leaning forward, he kissed Beck passionately.
“I love you,” he whispered against his lips. When he pulled back, Beckett was blushing.
“Stop teasing, get to fucking,” he said, shoving playfully at Hayes’ chest.
Hayes dropped to his knees, and took a moment to openly admire that gorgeous dick.
He’d never found anyone’s cock appealing before he’d hooked up with Beckett.
No doubt there was something to be said about love and how crazy it made you.
Because he was definitely crazy about Beckett’s dick.
He licked the tip, tasting the salty sweet of Beckett’s precum before wrapping his lips around it and giving it an experimental suck.
Beckett bucked against him, driving his cock deeper into Hayes’ mouth.
Hayes swallowed and hummed, making Beckett moan at the sensation.
He popped the cap on the bottle of lube and covered two fingers so he could start teasing Beckett’s rim.
Keeping up the rhythm of sucking on Beckett’s cock, he worked on loosening his tight hole.
“Fuck, H. More—” the man begged, as his head fell back against the shower wall with a loud thud.
Hayes chuckled around the man’s cock but did as ordered, pressing harder into him, abruptly breaching him with three fingers.
Beckett rarely liked slow and passionate.
He was exactly the kind of bottom one would expect him to be, which was pushy, fast, and chaotic.
He liked it hard—as hard as Hayes could bring it, to the point of pain, and filled with pent up emotion—love and lust all tangled up together.
Nothing got Beckett off quite as well as a good fight fuck.
Swallowing Beckett down all the way until his nose was buried in his tight and curlies, Hayes scissored him open so Beckett would feel the burn. Beckett moaned, his eyes rolling back, as he pulled on Hayes’ hair. Hayes barely contained his urge to come. Again.
“I’m ready,” Beckett urged, panting hard and pulling hard on Hayes’ hair to get him off his cock. Hayes released him, and looked up, hoping to convey just how little control he had right now. But Hayes should have known to never underestimate Beckett. Especially when it came to sex.
“Now,” Beckett growled commandingly as the vibration from the plug in Hayes’ ass started up again.
Hayes abruptly shot to his feet, blanking out on Beckett’s order, focused solely on not coming.
“Oops?” Beckett grinned smugly, far too amused to ever be considered innocent.
Hayes growled and spun his boyfriend around, shoving him roughly against the wall, and forcing his feet apart.
Beckett chuckled even as he was pressed against the tiles, his hard cock bobbing against the wall.
Hayes grabbed the lube and hastily coated himself.
The plug was pressing mercilessly on his prostate, making him wild with lust.
“Chill, Navy. You sound desperate,” Beckett said, snickering like a goddamned smartass.
“About time I put your C.U.N.T. ass in its place!” Hayes bit back, shoving Beckett’s legs farther apart to spread his asscheeks. Beckett’s chuckle quickly turned into a gulp of surprise.
Without warning, Hayes pressed the tip of his cock to Beckett’s rim and teased him by inserting just the tip. The man moaned, loving the feeling, right before Hayes roughly breached him, shoving his cock all the way in with one quick buck of his hips.
“Holy fucking shit—” Beckett said, scrambling for purchase as he shuddered against Hayes, his powerful thighs trembling from intense pleasure.