Seeing Cuzco’s heavy-lidded expression, Grisham stayed his plan to have the man flip over. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d fucked face to face. His hook-ups were always quick and impersonal.
Somehow, Grisham knew this was different.
Going with his gut instinct—something he always trusted—Grisham knee-walked forward, closing the gap between them. He leaned over Cuzco and grabbed a pillow. “Lift,” he ordered, gripping Cuzco’s right thigh and tugging up.
Cuzco planted his feet and lifted his butt, allowing Grisham to shove the pillow beneath his hips. “Mmm, perfect,” Grisham mumbled as he draped over his lover. “Gonna fill you up, baby.”
“Yes!” Cuzco managed to spread his knees a little wider as he reached up to him. “Now! Please, now.”
“Hell, yeah.”
Grisham levered over Cuzco, resting his weight on his left hand. With a glance between them, he guided his shaft to the sexy man’s hole. Feeling the muscle immediately give way, Grisham thrust.
Cuzco’s moan nearly drowned out Grisham’s own. The pressure around the head of his cock sent tingles up his dick, and his balls threatened to tighten. Unable to help himself, Grisham continued pushing, sinking deeper and deeper into Cuzco’s hot, welcoming channel.
When Grisham bottomed out, he forced his hips to still. He pulled his gaze away from the exquisite sight of him spearing Cuzco’s body. Lifting his gaze to Cuzco’s face, Grisham searched for signs of pain.
All he saw was bliss.
Cuzco had his head thrown back, a satisfied smile curving his parted lips. His eyelids were at half-mast, and he peered up at Grisham with hunger in his gaze. Even Cuzco’s fingers clutched Grisham’s upper arms in a tight hold as if he feared he planned to walk away and needed to hold him in place.
Grisham had no intention of going anywhere... maybe not for a while. The man beneath him was a walking wet dream made for sex. Grisham intended to take his fill.
Sliding his right hand under Cuzco’s left thigh, Grisham lifted his lover’s leg, opening him even wider. He settled his body firmly over the other man’s while keeping most of his weight on his left forearm. Grisham wanted to offer Cuzco stimulation, something to rut his dick against, not crush him.
Then Grisham started moving.
Easing his condom-covered dick partway out, Grisham groaned. The squeeze of Cuzco’s chute muscles, the ripple along his length, felt beyond amazing. His stomach clenched as he reversed direction, pushing back in again.
“Oh, fuck!” Grisham muttered. “So good.”
“Y-Yeah,” Cuzco whined and rocked into his next stroke. “More. Harder. I won’t break.”
Grisham couldn’t pass up an offer like that. Speeding up his movements, he slid his left hand under Cuzco’s neck. He cradled the column and lowered his head. Latching his mouth around the soft skin at the side of his lover’s neck, Grisham sucked on the flesh.
Moaning around the slightly salty skin, Grisham lost himself in sensation. His abdominals tightened with each rut, his cock so hard it was nearly painful. The squeeze along his length created the most delicious sensations, which travelled straight to his balls.
Grisham’s testicles tightened, telling him he was going to come embarrassingly fast. He couldn’t get the thought that Cuzco’s body was made to cradle his cock, fitting him like a glove, out of his mind. The idea actually caused his prick to twitch within his lover’s channel.
Whispering his name into his ear, Cuzco shuddered beneath him. His chute spasmed along Grisham’s length. His fingernails dug into his flesh.
The extra squeeze coupled with the sharp pain in his arms caused his breath to catch in his throat. He lifted his head and froze, admiring the look of ecstasy on Cuzco’s flushed face. His balls drew up in response to the beautiful sight, and Grisham’s orgasm surged through him.
Peeling his lips back in a feral snarl, he felt his muscles bunch as his body seized. Blissful endorphins buffeted his senses, sending him reeling. Letting out a guttural growl, he clutched at the man beneath him.
Grisham’s cock spurted over and over until his balls ached, and he feared he would blow the condom. Still, he couldn’t make himself move. His need to stay seated in Cuzco’s channel drove out his concern.
For the first time since he’d figured out what his dick was for, Grisham actually wanted to spill inside another man. He wondered what it would be like to fill up Cuzco’s rectum with his seed. How would it look when he eased out? Would he be able to see his fluids slowly leaking back out of him?
That thought had never seemed sexy to Grisham... until now. He didn’t understand it, but the idea of marking the man beneath him, inside and out, created a warmth in his chest. The thought also kept his dick surprisingly hard.
Grisham could hardly believe it, but his body was already gearing up for another round.
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Cuzco struggled to catch his breath, heaving through his nostrils. He feared that if he opened his mouth, he would bite Grisham. His mouth watered with his desire to taste his mate’s blood. Even the gums around his canines tingled, making him need to concentrate on keeping his teeth normal.
No way could Cuzco allow his canines to extend. That would totally freak Grisham out, killing the mood.
Once Cuzco felt mostly in control, he realized he dug his fingernails into Grisham’s flesh. As a shifter with increased strength, if he wasn’t careful, he could do some damage. Easing his grip, Cuzco rubbed up and down his lover’s biceps, hoping to soothe the sting.
Grisham hummed, turning his head and grinning down at him. “Your touch is amazing, baby,” he murmured. Jostling his hips, he betrayed the fact that he was still hard. “Inside and out. Like your body was made for mine.”
Cuzco saw how Grisham’s brows furrowed when he stopped talking. His scent took on just a hint of bitterness, betraying his sudden anxiety. Since Cuzco couldn’t very well tell the man that his body was in fact made for Grisham’s—he knew his detective wasn’t ready for that, yet—he decided a little distraction was in order.
Clenching his chute muscles, Cuzco milked Grisham’s erection. Satisfaction filled him upon hearing his lover’s moan. He liked it even better when Grisham’s eyes widened, and he eased his prick partway out only to push back into him again.
“Holy fuck, I need to take you again.”
More than on board with that, Cuzco nodded. “Move to your back.” He pushed on Grisham’s shoulders. When his lover’s expression turned confused, maybe even a little hurt, Cuzco quickly added, “I’m gonna change your condom, then ride your cock.”
Grisham groaned even as he nodded. Pushing up, he eased backward. He dipped a hand to his groin, probably gripping the base of the condom.
As much as Cuzco would have been happy to have Grisham use the same condom, he knew it would probably burst it. That would start the bond. It’d be weak, but their connection would strengthen.
Cuzco knew he needed to explain things to Grisham before then. His mate deserved some semblance of a choice. Although, from what Cuzco had seen from other matings, Fate worked damned hard to get her way.
Feeling Grisham ease his hard cock out of his chute refocused Cuzco’s attention. As soon as his mate obeyed, flopping onto his back, he pushed the pillow out of the way and rolled to his knees. His ass twinged, his muscles clenching. Seeing Grisham’s condom-covered hard-on bob in the air, Cuzco wanted to get it back into his ass as swiftly as possible.
Cuzco grabbed a couple of tissues, then reached over and replaced Grisham’s hand. Easing the used rubber off, he caught most of what leaked with the tissues, then wiped up his lover’s groin. Grisham groaned, and Cuzco watched his mate’s dick twitch, feeling an answering ache in his own cock.
More than ready for round two, Cuzco quickly dumped the tissue-wrapped condom in the wastebasket beside his bed. He paused only a few seconds to grab another condom, then a few tissues so he could give his belly a cursory swipe. Turning back to Grisham, Cuzco groaned.
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Grisham watched him with a hungry glint in his hazel eyes. He lightly stroked his erection with one hand. His other hand was tucked behind his head, stretching out his body and putting all his strong muscles on display.
“Gods, you’re stunning.”
My mate is a thing of beauty.
Groaning, Grisham used his hold on his dick to wave it like a flag. “The way you look at me makes my balls ache. Hurry the fuck up.”
More than on board with that idea, Cuzco swiftly rolled the fresh condom onto Grisham’s prick. He grabbed the discarded lube from earlier and squirted some onto his fingers. While Cuzco figured he still had more than enough slick in his chute, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to jack Grisham’s cock again.
It just felt so good to touch his mate.
Grisham groaned and bucked, fucking Cuzco’s fist. His strong body shuddered, and his abdominals fluttered. Even his toes curled into the comforter as he rutted into Cuzco’s tight hold.
Cuzco’s pulse raced, and his blood fired through his veins. In that instant, he felt so damn powerful. His mate was beside himself with pleasure—pleasure that Cuzco was providing him.
Whining, Grisham grabbed his wrist and yanked Cuzco’s hand from his erection. “Enough. Need. Now.” He panted harshly between each muttered word.
Gods, that’s so sexy.
Doing as Grisham wanted, because really, why the hell would he resist a fucking from his mate, Cuzco shuffled forward, then swung his leg over his human’s waist. He reached behind himself and grabbed Grisham’s erection again. As Cuzco guided it to his hole, he leered down at his mate.
“This what you need, Grish?” Cuzco asked as he pushed against the head hard enough to tease but not enough to enter. His gut clenched at the feral snarl that crossed Grisham’s face, so he did it again. “Need my ass clamped down on your cock?”
“Yesssss,” Grisham hissed. His eyes narrowed, and he grabbed Cuzco’s hips. “Stop playing.”
Then Grisham bucked up his hips, plunging his erection deep into Cuzco’s body. His lover’s length slid back out just as quickly, the bulbous crown gliding over his prostate. Moaning and arching, Cuzco reveled in the sharp zings flooding his groin.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Grisham muttered gruffly. He pulled Cuzco’s ass flush to his groin as he settled back on the bed. “Howl for me. Ride me like you promised.”
“Gods, yes,” Cuzco cried, getting his knees under him. Resting his hands on Grisham’s chest, he lifted off his mate’s dick. Once he felt the flared head tease at his sensitive ring, he reversed direction.
Cuzco moaned as he stared down at Grisham’s flushed face and feral smile. His dark eyes gleamed as he peered up at him. Reveling in the expression of pleasure-pain filling Grisham’s features, Cuzco sped up his movements.
Determined to get Grisham off before his own tightening balls unloaded, Cuzco squeezed his chute muscles each time he lifted up. Over and over he massaged his mate’s thick length. He saw his lover’s lips part and his eyes widen right when Grisham tightened his grip and pulled him deep. Then his lover’s head tipped back, and a low groan rumbled from him.
Cuzco felt the shaft in him swell just a little bit more as heat—discernable even through the latex—filled him.
The view of Grisham’s neck exposed so beautifully broke Cuzco’s control. His teeth lengthened, and he jerked forward. Cuzco sank his canines into Grisham’s flesh, piercing his skin.
As soon as the iron-rich fluid hit his taste buds, his orgasm slammed through him. While Cuzco sucked on the wound, gathering more of his mate’s life-fluid, shudders racked his mate’s body. A few seconds later, Grisham roared, and Cuzco knew he’d come from his bite.
When Cuzco managed to regain his senses, he eased his teeth from his lover’s neck and lapped up the last traces of blood, closing the wound. Wondering what he should say, he lifted his head. To his relief, Cuzco found that Grisham had passed out.
Chapter Four
Grisham checked out the bite mark in the mirror.
Damn. It sure felt worse at the time. And weirdly fantastic, too.
Touching around it, Grisham found it tender, but it already looked scabbed over and well on the way to healing. He supposed it hadn’t been as deep as he’d originally thought. Checking the position—it was on the flesh where his neck met his shoulder—he wondered if he’d be able to hide that at work.
Hopefully.
Grisham exited the bathroom, padding softly across the room. Grabbing his pants off the floor, he quietly dressed. With his shoes and socks in hand, Grisham stared at the man in the bed.
He still couldn’t believe he’d passed out from pleasure. Except, between three orgasms and the lack of sleep, his fatigue had caught up with him.
Cuzco hadn’t made a big thing of it.
Grisham figured it was a stroke to the guy’s ego, right? Cuzco had eventually woken him with a meal in bed. It had felt really domestic. Sitting naked together, their backs against the headboard, Grisham had eaten the tuna fish sandwiches with his lover. Cuzco had added diced pepperoncini as well as shredded pepper jack cheese to the mix. It gave what Grisham normally found to be bland food a fantastic kick.
They’d followed that up by another round of fucking.
Rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, Grisham tried to get his feet to turn away from the pretty man asleep in the bed. The early morning rays caused his red highlights to stand out even more. Cuzco lay on his stomach, and the sheet was only pulled to mid-thigh.
Holy fuck, he has a gorgeous ass.
When Grisham felt his blood flow south again, he knew he couldn’t just walk away. He put down his shoes and grabbed Cuzco’s phone from the nightstand. After typing in his number, he heard his phone chime.
Grisham returned the phone to the nightstand and again grabbed his shoes before finally hustling from the apartment. He promised himself that he’d text Cuzco in a couple of hours. No way would he not want to tap that man’s ass again.
After sliding his shoes on, Grisham jogged down the stairwell, skipping the elevator. He felt a pang in his chest. He even paused at the door and stared up the stairs. For some reason, he felt a desire to go back and wake Cuzco just so he could kiss him good-bye.
Shaking his head at his thoughts, Grisham shoved open the stairwell door. He strode swiftly, exiting the large building. Blinking a few times, he peered around, getting his bearings.
Right. My Jeep is in the marina’s main parking lot. God, I hope they didn’t tow it. That would be embarrassing.
Grisham had no idea how far the lot was using the road, so he decided to cut through the park. He could skirt to the left, avoiding the main attractions. Hopefully, it wouldn’t take too long.
Gotta go home and shower, then get to work.
Picking up a swift stride, Grisham hurried up the path Cuzco had brought him down just the afternoon before. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the salty sea air. It helped to wake him up, although he did wonder if any of the stores near the entrance of the park sold coffee.
I’ll have to keep an eye on the signs.
Grisham shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked, enjoying the views. He had to hand it to those who worked at the park. The area sported a fantastic place to live, what with the number of hiking trails he spotted before rounding a bend around a hillside and saw the marine park spread out below.
Making his way down the slope, Grisham saw a number of employees milling about. He couldn’t remember what time the park opened, but it must not have been, yet. Grisham didn’t see anyone who wasn’t in a uniform.
As Grisham passed an alleyway, he heard a distinctive cultured voice he vaguely recognized ask, “Has Ovram managed to break into Perisource’s files, yet?”
What the hell?
Grisham paused at the edge of the alley and peeked around the corner. His eyes widened when his suspicions were confirmed. It had been Kaiser Roush—the owner and president of the park—who had been speaking.
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br /> Another man stood nearby. He appeared similar enough to Kaiser that Grisham figured it was William, the man’s younger brother and the vice president of the place. It was Eban who answered.
“No, he still hasn’t had any luck.” The huge male scowled, shaking his head. “He says there’s some kind of redundant internal thingamadoohickey that keeps resetting blah, blah, blah.” He waved his hand dismissively. “You know I don’t understand any of that shit.”
The man Grisham pegged as William snorted. “Yeah. We get it.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Does that mean he can’t? Or has he given a timeframe for fixing the problem?”
Eban shrugged. “He didn’t know.” Turning his attention to Kaiser, he asked, “Should I send a team?”
Kaiser nodded. “Yes. We need into that system. Since Ovram can’t do it remotely, get him inside.”
“You know he’s going to tell us that the only computer that’s guaranteed to have access is in Armando’s private office, right?” William said, smirking. There was a definite light of mischief in his eyes.
Kaiser’s chuckle didn’t have any mirth in it. “Yes, which is why you need to take Dare. He escorted me into the asshole’s office the single time I visited, so he’ll know a good route.”
Eban grinned widely. “Hell, yeah. Finally.” He cracked his knuckles. “Some fun.”
His expression oddly calm in the face of Eban’s aggression, Kaiser replied, “This is an information-gathering mission. Nothing more.” Then his eyes narrowed. “It’s time we get that asshole for all the trouble he’s caused our people.”
Holy shit! Did I just hear the president of World of Aquatica order his people to break and enter into Armando Whitney’s home?
As soon as the trio of men disappeared out the other end of the alley-like walkway, Grisham hustled on his way. He frowned, uneasiness filling him. He wasn’t certain what he should do about what he’d just overheard.
Could he actually do anything?
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