by BA Tortuga
“I could go for that.” The sun, warm air, and relaxation had done wonders for Jeremy too, pushing him right toward a full recovery. Hollis approved.
“Mmm-hmm. You, me, a big bowl of olives and a bottle of wine and the pool.” Jeremy winked at him, eyes twinkling. “We’ll turn the lights out and play Marco Polo.”
“We could play greased Jeremy hunt.” Oil the man up with some coconut oil and go to town. That sounded like the best game ever.
“I’d have to wax first; it’d give me a head start.”
“Oh, but I like you fuzzy, baby.” He reached out, tugged at the hairs on Jeremy’s arm.
“Yeah. I can see the appeal, Hollis.” Jeremy’s look was almost as good as a touch.
His body tightened right up. Sproing. And kinda ow, because that wasn’t meant to press against a deck chair. “Good. I would hate to have to shave it all.”
“No. No, it’s definitely part of your charm.” Jeremy licked his lips, shifting in his chair. “You done sunning?”
“Uh. Yeah. I could move it inside….” Hollis stood up, his cock slapping up against his belly, just ready and willing and waiting. “Come on, baby.”
“Uh-huh.” Jeremy was gonna eat him alive. It was fucking hot.
They barely made it inside before they were all over each other. His hands went right to Jeremy’s ass, lifting that hot little body up against him. Jeremy crawled up his body, one leg wrapped around his hip. Shit, yes. That gave them more friction, gave them something to rub against. Hollis moaned, humping, his whole body thrumming.
Jeremy’s mouth was on his throat, teeth scraping and sliding, marking him. They could do that while they were off the road. Could just love on each other however they wanted. Hollis tilted his head back, letting Jeremy have him.
“Mmm… gonna let me make you mine?” Jeremy licked and nuzzled a little before settling in.
“Hell yes, baby. Come on. Need you.” Oh, fuck it had been too long. He needed that. Needed it bad. Jeremy latched on, sucking hard, the sting steady as his heartbeat.
“Oh….” That had him jerking, moaning, scrabbling for balance. Jesus God, that was hot. So fucking hot. He loved Jeremy like nothing else.
Jeremy’s hand cupped his head, tilted him so that Jeremy could suck harder, pull more. Hollis held on tight, touching every bit of skin he could reach. His hands slipped up and down Jeremy’s back, that ass, tracing the little cuts above the hip bones. Jeremy pushed back into his hands, cock sliding on his belly with the movement.
“We have a couch….” Somewhere. They had a bed too. The villa wasn’t huge, but they still hadn’t gotten the whole layout of it yet, both of them still wandering to find things.
“Uh-huh.” Jeremy wasn’t listening, was real busy getting ahold of his cock and jerking.
“Oh, Jesus. Jeremy.” He went up on tiptoe, his whole body on fire. His head was gonna explode.
“Mmm. Want.” Jeremy slipped down, settled on his knees, and his mouth dropped over the tip of Hollis’s prick.
“Okay. Not gonna argue. Anything you want.” He stroked Jeremy’s hair, watching his cock slide in and out of that hot mouth, lips swollen and soft. Jeremy teased him like all get-out, lips pulling and rubbing, tugging right at the crown. That made him insane, and damned if Jeremy didn’t know that by now. Hollis grunted, his back arching, his whole body tingling. Goddamn.
Then Jeremy started flicking the slit of his prick, over and over, eyes staring up at him like he was the sexiest fucking thing on earth.
“Jeremy. Baby….” He gave that man all his words, all of his fucking songs, and all of the filthy sex words he could come up with.
Jeremy’s moan vibrated through his cock, right down into his balls. One of Jeremy’s hands was working that hard cock, pulling hard and fast.
“Baby. Need you. So bad.” His hips rocked up and up, thrusting him into Jeremy’s mouth, taking what he needed.
Jeremy opened up for him, let him in deep, let him have everything he fucking wanted. The little twist that Jeremy gave his balls had him coming like a ton of bricks, his whole body going still for a long moment, then arching and shaking and making him cuss a blue streak. Fuck. Jeremy sucked him down, not missing a drop, working him until it was almost too good.
“Getting sensitive, baby. And I want you to feel good too.” He reached down, waiting for Jeremy to ease off his prick before hauling the man up. Jeremy pushed close, rocking against his hip with that leaking prick.
“Sweet, baby. Let me….” He grabbed that swinging cock, pressed his thumb hard on the underside. “What do you want?”
“Uh-huh.” Jeremy nodded, lips parted and swollen.
Hollis laughed, rough and deep, leaning back on his spread legs to give Jeremy more to rub on. “That’s not an answer, baby.”
“’S not?” Jeremy’s eyes just rolled, those hips moving from rubbing to humping him like a bad dog.
“No. You want my hand? My mouth? My ass?” That ought to get Jeremy’s attention.
“Uh-huh.” Jeremy gave his ass a squeeze, those eyes going wide.
“Well, come on, then. I’m not gonna do that on the floor.” He flexed, lifting Jeremy right up, letting those all-but-recovered legs wrap around him so they could go to the bedroom.
“So fucking strong.” Jeremy nuzzled his throat, right under his ear. “My beautiful fucking man.”
“Yours, baby. All yours.” They tumbled to the bed like something out of a movie, and Hollis dug for the lube, knowing they only had a small window of time before Jeremy came on him.
“Uh-huh.” Jeremy pushed his legs open, eyes eating him up. “C’mon. C’mon, Hollis.”
“Here. Lube. In me, baby.” Hollis pulled his legs back, holding them at the knees, just waiting for Jeremy to have him.
“Yes. God, yes.” Jeremy squeezed the base of his own cock, panting, eyes closing.
“You can do it, Jeremy. Need you. Please. Hang on.” He stroked his own cock, getting ready, breathing into it.
“Yeah. Yeah.” Jeremy took a deep breath, stretching a little before grabbing the lube, slicking his fingers up. “Gonna make you feel good.”
“Always make me fly.” Sappy? Hell, yes. But when you fought for something as hard as he had for Jeremy, Hollis figured it was allowed. Jeremy nodded, leaned forward to nuzzle his prick as those fingers slid inside him, got him all slick and spread. His muscles jumped, his belly tight as a board. “More. God, more.” His hands fisted in the sheets, his heels drumming on the bed.
“Uh-huh.” Jeremy sucked him in, demanding that he fill back up, that his prick just wake right on up again as those long fingers rubbed against his gland.
Hollis shouted, bucking up, his cock rising like a damned flag. Goddamn. He just… yeah. Jeremy worked him until they were both shaking for it; then he got spread wide, Jeremy’s hot cock filling him deep.
Grabbing Jeremy’s hips and pulling him in even more, letting Jeremy settle into the cradle of his thighs. “More. Need more.”
“More.” Jeremy slammed into him, hands white-knuckled on the headboard.
They rocked together, the big old bed shifting beneath them, the feel of Jeremy opening him up too damned good to want it to end. Hollis wrapped his legs around Jeremy’s waist, pulled him closer. Sweat rolled down Jeremy’s tight little belly, both of them working for it, pushing each other higher. Harder.
He finally grabbed his own cock and stroked off in short, sharp bursts, knowing he was going to blow any minute. And he needed Jeremy to be right there with him. Jeremy keened, tanned skin flushing pink. They lost the rhythm, both of them just graceless, fucking lost in it.
Hollis shot like a fucking cannon, just coming in loads, his cry echoing through the room. Jesus, that was…. That was his Jeremy.
Jeremy moaned and slumped against him, cock throbbing and pulsing inside him, filling him up.
“Oh. Baby. Need that.” Hollis was just melted. Purely melted.
“Uh-huh.” Jeremy nuzzled right i
n, eyelashes tickling his skin.
“Glad you came on the road with me, baby. Even if I growled at the time.” What would he be without Jeremy? Washed-up and half-dead, maybe.
“It was a good job.” Jeremy grinned, fingers moving slowly. “Something special.”
“You’re the special one, baby. Got me to slow down and enjoy life.”
“Just wait ’til I get you into a yoga class.”
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BA TORTUGA, Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy’s Girl, spends her days with her basset hounds, getting tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she’s not doing that, she’s writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting, and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA’s personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.
Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery ménages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeonholed by anyone but the voices in her head.
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By BA Tortuga
Best New Artist
Bombs and Guacamole
Boys in the Band (Author Anthology)
Living in Fast Forward
Mud, Movies, Bullets, and Bulls (Author Anthology)
Old Town New
Private Dances
Refired
Road Trip Vol. 1
Say Something
Seashores of Old Mexico
DREAMSPUN DESIRES
#6 – Trial by Fire
#30 – Two Cowboys and a Baby
LEANING N
#16 – Commitment Ranch
#42 – Finding Mr. Wright
LOVE IS BLIND
Ever the Same
Real World
THE RELEASE SERIES
The Terms of Release
The Articles of Release
Catch and Release
SANCTUARY
Just Like Cats and Dogs
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p; What the Cat Dragged In
STORMY WEATHER
Rain and Whiskey
Tropical Depression
Hurricane
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Living in Fast Forward
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