Chapter 81

Finally, Wade turned onto the drive and sped up. Lance smiled. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight and he was completely fine with that.

When Wade parked, Lance released him and reached for the door. But Wade’s words stopped him.

“I want you naked on the bed, on your back, legs spread, waiting for me. Be ready,” he ordered, his voice rough.

Lance shuddered and nodded, lust coiling in his belly. “God, yes.”

Wade chuckled as he climbed out of the truck, then waited for Lance to join him. They made their way into the house through the back door and Wade busied himself with getting something to drink while Lance ran up to the room.

Lance started tearing off his clothes before he even made it to their floor. When he pushed open the door, he dumped the clothes and hurried to get off his shoes. His dick was so hard it hurt. Once naked, he settled himself on the bed, his head on the pillows, knees bent and spread. He felt vulnerable and sexy at the same time. He wanted to see Wade’s eyes darken with desire as he entered him. Lance was quickly becoming addicted to feeling Wade inside.

A shadow fell across the open door. Lance swallowed hard as Wade leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. “You certainly know how to follow directions, don’t you?”

Lance’s chest tightened. “When those directions come from you, I do.”

Wade’s eyes flashed dark. “You like obeying me?”

Lance nodded.

“Stroke your cock, baby.”

Lance wrapped his fingers around his shaft and stroked, sending shudders through his body. His head pushed back against the pillow and he moaned. “Wade.”

“Eyes on me.”

He watched as Wade slowly, so damn slowly, slipped off his shirt and tossed it aside, then just as slowly slipped off his shoes and slid them out of his way. Lance let his gaze travel over Wade’s broad chest, the swirls of hair he loved almost covering Wade’s pecs. He noted the hard nipples and silently cheered—he loved knowing he turned Wade on, too. His gaze traveled down even further to where the hair disappeared into his jeans and he swallowed hard at the bulge. He pursed his lips at the sparkle in Wade’s eyes. Bastard.He knew exactly what he was doing.

And yet, Lance couldn’t help himself…he wanted to be taken. To do as Wade ordered. He had no idea why that flipped a switch inside, but it did. He wanted to submit. No thinking. To just feel.

“Please,” he mewled, cupping his balls as Wade finally tugged down his jeans and boxers, kicking them to the side. Lance moaned as he watched his husband moved to the edge of the bed, his hand gliding over his cock.

“What do you want, Lance?”

“You. Just you, Wade.” His heart pounded as something shifted in the air, a power, and trust. There had to always be trust. “I don’t want to think. I want to feel,” he tried to explain in a whisper.

Wade climbed onto the bed, knee-walking until he was between Lance’s spread legs. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Lance. I fantasized for years about your lips wrapped around my cock.”

Lance moaned, stroking his cock faster.

Wade braced his hands on either side of Lance’s head. “You want to feel?”

He nodded, his breath growing ragged. He could smell the musk, the scent he could only describe as Wade, and it filled him with longing.

Wade climbed over him, not stopping until he held his cock to Lance’s mouth, painting Lance’s lips with precum. Lance swallowed hard. His mouth was practically salivating, he wanted to taste Wade so badly.

“Suck me,” Wade ordered. “I want your sexy mouth full of my cock.”

Lance opened his mouth and Wade slid in, his taste, his scent filling him. He gripped Wade’s hips as his tongue swirled around his pulsing cock.

Wade held the top of the headboard and pistoned in and out, his moans loud. “Fuck, Lance…you’re so good at this.”

His praise fueled Lance on and he let him slide to the back of his throat, swallowing slowly until Wade was buried deep. His breathing cut off, but he knew he was safe with Wade.

“God, yes. Lance!” Wade cried and pulled back, his come exploding on Lance’s tongue.

Lance licked and swallowed it all, moaning around Wade’s dick until he pulled completely out.

Wade collapsed next to him, rolling onto his side, panting. “That was…epic. Just give me a second to…pull myself together. That was the most intense orgasm of my life.”

Lance grinned, relishing the way he’d overwhelmed Wade and still buzzing himself from tasting him and letting himself go. There was a power in that. A power in letting go and trusting your partner.