Chapter 108
“God, I want you,” he breathes.
“Then stop talking,” Joe sighs, “and do something about it already.”
With a playful smack against his arm, Lee chides, “Why does it notsurprise me you’re so demanding in bed? I thought you wanted a guy who can take charge and tell you what to do?”
Joe wraps both hands around Lee’s cock and gives it a gentle tug. “I do, but—”
“Then shut up.” Bending down, Lee closes his mouth over Joe’s to silence him.
It works.
He runs his hands down Joe’s chest, tracing hidden muscles. When he reaches the waistband of Joe’s camo pants, he sits back enough to slip his fingers up under the T-shirt. Joe sits up with him, unwilling to break their kiss. But Lee’s touch must be ticklish over his belly, because he falls on the bed with a snicker, arms crossing in front of his chest reflexively. “Careful there, Mallory.”
“You ticklish?” Lee smirks as he strums his fingers over Joe’s ribs. “How cute.”
With a squeal of suppressed laughter, his CO bucks beneath him. “Don’t.”
“Don’t tell me don’t.” Lee runs his hands up Joe’s sides, rucking up the undershirt as he goes.
Joe squirms deliciously, struggling not to laugh. “No, really. I’m—”
“Ticklish,” Lee answers. “Yeah, I noticed.” Pushing Joe’s shirt up higher, he leans down and blows softly over Joe’s navel.
Laughter erupts from him. He twists beneath Lee, trying unsuccessfully to get away. “Stop!” he gasps. “Don’t, please. Don’t…”
Sticking out his tongue, Lee licks across the puckered hole, and Joe practically howls in response. Breathless, he sighs, “Don’t! Stop—”
“For someone who says he wants a man who’ll take control,” Lee says, directing his words to Joe’s quivering abs, “you sure do like telling me what to do.”
“Just…please…” Joe laughs and tries to tug down his shirt to cover his stomach, but Lee pushes it up farther, exposing more skin. “Lee…gah!”
Lee nips at Joe’s navel, giving it a quick tug before moving on, moving up. He trails little butterfly kisses over the firm muscles in Joe’s stomach, pushing the shirt out of his way. Joe struggles weakly against him, more for show than out of any form of protest. His breath comes fast and sharp, and Lee can feel a firm thickness through the front of his pants. Pressing into him, rubbing against him. He finds one pert nipple, as dark and erect as a chocolate kiss, and sucks it into his mouth.
Joe’s protests disappear in a quick intake of breath.
With his lips covering his teeth, Lee nibbles at the tender bud, then flicks over it with his tongue. Joe groans with delight.
Pushing Joe’s shirt up higher, Lee turns his attention to the other nipple, suckling and toying with it, using both tongue and lips. Joe starts to make a needy little keening sound in the back of his throat. It’s sexy, spurring Lee on. He moves to Joe’s collarbone—the shirt now covers Joe’s face, and when Lee looks up, he can see the shape of Joe’s nose and lips in the taut fabric with each breath. Lee plants a kiss in the hollow of Joe’s throat, then kisses Joe’s chin where it’s exposed through the T-shirt’s neckline. Then he presses his mouth to the outline of Joe’s through the fabric, pushing his tongue against the material, dampening it. He can feel Joe’s tongue straining for his, so he pulls the T-shirt up a little farther, just enough to get it over Joe’s lips. Joe gulps in a quick breath and then Lee’s on him again with hungry, eager kisses.
Joe’s arms are raised above him, trapped by the shirt. With one hand, Lee holds the shirt up, keeping Joe in place. The other hand strokes a ticklish path down Joe’s chest and belly, lower, to thumb open the button on his fly. Then the hardness in Joe’s pants throbs against Lee’s palm. His zipper eases down on its own.
Against Joe’s mouth, Lee murmurs, “I want you.” For emphasis, he gives Joe’s cock a healthy squeeze. It already feels damp through its thin sheath of underwear.
“Please,” Joe sighs, breathless.
This is a different kind of plea, all kidding aside. The laughter is gone, and as Lee’s hand slips into the front of Joe’s briefs, he lets out another guttural moan that seems to grab Lee by the balls, it’s so needy and raw.
Lee pulls Joe’s shirt up a bit more; now Joe’s nose is through the neckband, his mouth open in pleasure, his arms pinned above his head. His pants gape open as Lee’s hand delves deeper into his fly. His cock feels like a steel rod in Lee’s grip.