Page 35 of Sin Deep
“Yes. God, yes.” Winter rocked into him, gentle thrusts at first, but they grew harder and deeper. “Want…oh, petit. I want you.”
He grabbed Winter’s ass and tugged him in deep, letting Winter in all the way, swallowing hard around the tip.
Winter’s cry echoed in the tiled kitchen, and his lover lost it, hips thrusting, breathing in short, sharp pants. Winter’s fingers tangled in his hair and tugged hard enough to get his attention. He glanced up at his lover, so fucking turned on it hurt.
“Are you…can I…” Winter hesitated, hips going still.
He pulled back, let Winter’s cock slide free. “Fuck my mouth. I need you.”
Then Harley sucked that fat dick right back in.
“Oh, petit.” Winter pushed in hard, hips moving, prick sliding in and out, over and over until the rhythm faltered, and he knew Winter was close.
He took every inch, finally opening up all the way, letting Winter move him, take him where they needed to go.
Winter’s hand shot out and gripped the sink over his head and he made a low sound, part grunt, part growl. “Yes,” Winter whispered, and seed filled his throat and coated his tongue. “Yes, Harley.”
He took it, swallowing convulsively, hand clenched around Winter’s hip.
Winter let him lick and love on him for a bit, and finally pulled back after the deep breaths grew less shaky. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you, petit. Thank you.”
Harley groaned and nodded. He was totally capable of good, bad, wicked—he was easy. He just wanted whatever this buzz was.
“Come kiss me.” Winter caught him under the elbow and helped him stand, smiling. “You are irresistible to me, Harley. I couldn’t even let you out of my tiny kitchen.”
“We can try every room…” He grinned over. “Damn, that was hot.”
Winter grinned back and buckled his pants back up. “Mhm. And now you have dishes to do. Perhaps we’ll try out the desk in the living room later.”
“Ooh. I could handle that.” He stole a quick kiss. “Let me do these, and then I’ll come snuggle?”
“That sounds perfect.” Winter ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll find a movie perhaps. And my manicure kit.”
They had kits? Huh. He had a nail clipper with a hook deal… “Sounds good. I won’t be long at all. I promise.”
“Take your time, petit. We’re not on a schedule.” Winter kissed his cheek and left him alone in the kitchen, but he could hear Winter humming in the other room before he turned on the water.
The dishes were easily, if not particularly dry-ly, done. God, those meatballs were yummy.
He found Winter in the bedroom, sitting up in bed in pajama bottoms, watching TV on a big screen Harley hadn’t even noticed when he was in here before. “All done?”
“I am. I put the wine in the fridge with a little plastic wrap on the top. Is that okay?”
Winter chuckled. “That’s not necessary with red wine, but it won’t hurt, thank you. I’m surprised you found the plastic wrap. I hardly know where it is myself.”
Ha, he doubted that. Winter’s kitchen was nice and tidy, really. It hadn’t hurt that it was under the sink next to the trash can.
“Get comfortable and come sit with me.” Winter patted the bed next to him.
He nodded and stripped down, slid on a pair of loose, soft shorts, and crawled into bed with Winter.
“You came prepared. Will you be leaving for work from here tomorrow, then?” Winter inched closer, took his hand, and studied it carefully.
Oh. Had he totally misheard? “I—Did I misunderstand? I did bring my work stuff, but I can head home if it’s easier.”
“No, you understood me perfectly. I just didn’t want to assume. It’s most certainly not easier. I will sleep better with you here.” Winter started rubbing lotion into his hand with a firm touch, starting with the wrist and working out toward his fingers.
Harley’s eyes went wide, and a soft whimper escaped him. He’d never felt anything quite like that. He hadn’t even known his hands were hurting.
