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“You all right?” Was that his voice, all raspy and breathless?
“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Lord, cher, you got good hands.”
“Gotta get inside you now.” He had to. His dick felt like stone.
Landon moaned for him, arched, that offer obscene as all hell. Adam wasn’t going to turn it down. He moved, his fingers slipping free so he could put on the condom he’d dug out with the lube. His hands were shaking the barest bit, and he was glad Landon couldn’t see that.
He finally got wrapped up, got his cock lined up with Landon’s hole. “Coming in, honey.”
The tip of his cock spread that tiny ring of muscles, Landon’s body opening slowly for him. Adam waited as long as he could,his head falling back from the pressure. Then he had to fucking move. He pulled back the barest bit, then pushed in, filling Landon up.
Landon moaned, his back arching, that ass pressing against him. Adam grunted, sliding in again, then back. He was gonna bust his nut in no time if Landon kept squeezing him that way.
He had one hand wrapped around Landon’s hip, yanking Landon onto his cock. They rocked together, Landon’s shoulders flushing a deep rose. Adam traced that U-shaped scar, grunting as Landon’s hole gripped his cock, stole his breath. He bent to kiss the nape of Landon’s neck, licking at the salt he found there.
They found themselves a rhythm, his thighs slapping against Landon’s, his hips snapping against those round ass cheeks. His balls swung, his belly clenched and hard. Landon made the best sounds—like a wordless singing, all happy and hungry. Adam drank the noises in, kissing the nape of Landon’s neck after every one.
“Come on, honey. Come for me.” He wanted to feel it, all around his cock. Adam reached around and grabbed that hot, hard shaft, jacking it good and fast.
It didn’t take long before Landon was slamming against him, taking his dick, riding him. Adam felt it when the tremors started, when Landon was fixing to come. He jerked Landon up, brought the man’s back to his chest, Landon’s hole wrapped around the base of his cock. Pumping his hips up, Adam really let Landon have it, his teeth on that pretty, tan neck.
Spunk jetted up, coating Landon’s belly. That was it. Landon’s ass closed around him like the best kind of vise, and Adam groaned, bucking hard until he came, too.
Damn.
Damn, talk about spicy. This kid was something else. Like cayenne and white pepper. All the good Cajun seasonings.
Landon’s head lolled, heavy black eyelashes leaving shadows on his cheeks.
A flash of guilt hit his gut and took him by surprise a little. So fucking young. Adam hoped Landon had gotten his fill, because he knew damned well the kid deserved someone far better than him.
“Damned fine morning.” Landon stretched, body rippling around his flagging cock.
“It is. I’ll even buy you breakfast.” Adam pulled free and rolled away from Landon, doing the necessary work of disposing of the condom.
Landon chuckled, fingers brushing his hip. “I like eggs.”
“Do you? I like cinnamon rolls.” Adam kissed Landon’s neck one last time, already figuring he was going to miss it, which surprised him.
“You got a position on beignets?”
“I like them. They’re messy, but worth it.” Like Cajuns.
“Sister makes fair ones, but they ain’t as good as Maw-Maw’s were.”
Adam couldn’t seem to stop touching that brown skin, that tight body calling to him. “Tell me about your sister.”
“She’s a traiteur. Fierce with it. She looks like me—dark and on the small side. She sings a lot.”
“Yeah? In French or English?” Granny Taggart sang a lot, too, always some weird pop thing.
“She likes Reba and that Kelly girl from the singing TV show.”
“Well, there you go.” Adam finally let go and sat up. “We should get some food.”
“I’d like that.” Landon stretched. “And about a gallon of coffee. You okay, cher? You look pinched, some.”
“I’m good. The bed in here is a touch small.” He went for a smile, and he thought it held pretty well.
