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into his mouth, teething him gently, catching on the rim to pop his
lips around him. He dipped into the slit with his tongue. Del‟s spine
left the floor.
“Fuck,” Del moaned.
With a hand fisted around his hard length, Jake licked and
sucked, pleasuring Del beyond sanity. When he calmly licked at
Del‟s balls, rolling them over his tongue, Del‟s head swung side to
side, delirious.
“Oh shit! Ahh!” Del‟s voice filled the office. Jake held him as
he licked over the sensitive skin of his rosette. “Jake!”
He knew he was shouting, screaming; he didn‟t care. Jake
was killing him. Unclasping his fingers sent tingles to his held palm.
He‟d gripped the blood to a standstill in his hand.
Del was holding on by a thread. The almost lazy pace of his
cock being stroked, the sheer pleasure of Jake‟s tongue and lips. It
was too much, he couldn‟t stand it, and so good, he craved more.
Then it vacuumed into a tight light, a supernova in his mind
that was pulsing to explode. A single slicked finger glided in with
tender pressure to begin rubbing in and out of his channel. Wet
heat encased his nuts as Jake loosened him with first one, then two
fingers.
Del was chanting, mumbling, growling. Begging. He didn‟t
care.
“Relax, Del, baby. I‟m not as big as you, but I‟ll still be
careful.”
Then Jake knelt. Del heard the liquid sound of the slick, felt
the tremor of Jake‟s hand on his thigh as he prepped himself.
Positioning himself, Jake eased his way forward. “Breathe, lover,”
he crooned.
“Oh, God.” Del groaned. He had to open his eyes, had to see
the glorious reason behind all the pleasure. Intense, and deep,
almost Kelly green now, Jake‟s eyes focused on him. A hand held
his hip, his other propping Del‟s thigh.
A hissed breath slid through his gritted teeth. “So fucking
good. You okay?”
He nodded in a rush, unable to speak. Then he was moving,
thrusting in slow measured strokes. Del pushed back. “More!”
“Are you sure?”
“God! Fuck me!” Del sobbed. No one, never, ever, had ever
reduced Del into a living need.
Until Jake.
Jake adjusted them both. “Okay, baby. That‟s it.” Del‟s eyes
slitted. Jake‟s face was flushed, his jaw tight. Then he used his
leverage and drove home.
Del screamed. He raked his nails over the carpet, pushing,
needing. The supernova behind his eyes pulsed, beat in time as
pleasure grew and came alive inside, a living, beating heartbeat
within. His orgasm pulsed in time with Jake‟s thrusts. Heat flooded
his blood. His cock thickened.
“Gonna… Oh, fuck. Jake.”
“Del.” Jake moaned. His hips jerked and he cried out. Del‟s
shout echoed him. Ropes of white striped his chest in thin streaks
as his orgasm erupted. Spots burst across his vision, on his eyelids
as the supernova claimed him. He felt the liquid heat as Jake
emptied himself and shuddered.
Gasping, he went limp. Weak and spent, Jake let him stretch
out, leaving his body with a whimper. He couldn‟t speak. He could
barely breathe. Air rasped through his lungs, chasing tingles and
sensory shocks from his neck to his heels.
Tenderly, Jake licked at the spots on his chest and upper hip,
lapping up the cooling stickiness. “Never like that,” he gently
exclaimed. He gifted kisses between tongue licks. “Didn‟t even
touch you.”
Del chuckled then groaned. “I know.” He raised an arm,
threading his fingers through Jake‟s wild length. “Never like that.”
Del felt like Jell-O inside. “Love you.”
Jake paused, his eyes seeking upward, his gaze tender. “Love
you too.”
Del grasped a handful of hair gently and tugged. “Come „ere.”
Jake splayed over him, slick chests pressing together. “If I promise
to fulfill your orders, can we do it at home? I wasn‟t expecting…” He
drew a breath when he realized his words were slurring. “Want to
love you right.” Tilting, he found Jake‟s lips, caressing them with a
kiss.
“Always,” he answered, returning the kiss.
* * * *
Del‟s hand was on the door inside the garage before he
remembered the state of national disaster he‟d left his home in.
“Uh. I better warn you. Until this morning, I wasn‟t exactly in the
right state of mind. The house needs cleaned.”
Jake leaned against the wall, his fingers trailing Del‟s jaw.
“So we take a day and air it out.” He grimaced, his face growing
heated in patchy red. Irish blood, through and through. “I doubt
mine is any better.”
Del placed a soft kiss to his lips. “You‟re moving in with me,
right?”
Jake beamed. “I want to.”
“Consider it done.” Then Del bit the bullet and opened the
door. Walking in, his jaw dropped.
“Okay, seriously. If this is a wreck, I‟d hate to see spotless,”
Jake teased.
“No, I left… It was…” Del scratched his head, confusion
rampant. Jake walked through the living room, setting his keys on
the kitchen table.
“Here‟s your phone. And a note.” He read, “You owe me,
Dennie. There‟s a P.S. Sierra says hi Jake.” He laughed.
Del walked up behind him, and settled his chin on Jake‟s
shoulder. “Do I ever owe them. If it weren‟t for them, I‟d have lost
you.” He wrapped his arms around Jake‟s middle.
“So you really never heard my messages?” Jake rubbed his
head to Del‟s.
“No. I‟m sorry.”
“Why did you come today, then?” he asked quietly.
“Because I knew I couldn‟t let you go without trying. When
Sierra told me about the store,” he drew a breath then plowed on,
“every fear I had that I‟d FUBAR‟d our relationship hit me square.
All because I was too scared to share all of me with you. You didn‟t
deserve that.”
Jake folded a hand over the clasp of Del‟s. “I think I
understand. It‟s not meeting the black sheep of the family. It‟s
meeting the Secret Service, and having to keep that knowledge to
your grave.”
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