Here Comes Trouble (Nothing Special #3)(53)

“Ahhh, fuck.” Ruxs sighed heavily.

Green placed his hands on Ruxs’ face and pulled him close to him. Ruxs covered Green’s body, his muscles battling with his partner’s. Their sweat-slicked skin sliding deliciously against each other’s. They were calmer now. That initial, urgent thirst for penetration was quenched. Ruxs replaced those fast, shallow pumps, with slow, long strokes. Pulling out to the tip, then gliding back in as if they had all the time in the world.

“Yes, Mark.” Green’s dark eyes shone brightly. “That’s it. Right there, baby.”

“Like me long-dicking you like that?”

“Fuck yeah,” Green said, his hands gone from Ruxs’ cheeks, now holding onto his own blushed cock. Stroking himself with both hands. “Gonna make me come.”

“You know your place don’t you, Chris? Underneath me, stretched nice and wide,” Ruxs said with conviction and his own statement had him about there himself. Ready to reach his final destination on that road to pleasure.

“Come for me, Chris. Get it. Wanna see you come hard for me again.”

Green’s hands worked faster. His ass clenching him tighter. Those muscles rippling, milking Ruxs’ cock as if it knew what it could give him. He wanted to give it too. Wanted to come deep inside Green, claiming him as his. He may be more experienced than him, but no one had been able to do Green bare… only Ruxs. Green’s slippery hole squeezed him hard, holding him tighter than a business handshake.

Green loosed a keening groan as he clung to Ruxs’ shoulders, his come shooting from him in long arcs of white, creamy satisfaction. “Oh, god! Mark! Fuck!”

Ruxs lost himself as Green’s energy transferred into him, through him. He’d made his lover come, and it was good. He’d made it damn good for him. He wouldn’t even let Green catch his breath. He pulled out and slammed back in again. His orgasm rising, the pleasure building each time he heard his skin slap against Green’s fine ass. He stroked fast, then double-timed like he couldn’t wait another minute to get his nut.

Shit. Sweat poured down his taut body, slicking his dark hair to his chest. Green’s eyes were wide, watching him in awe. He pulled him down to him and kissed him brutally. Growled in Ruxs’ mouth, opened his legs wide, and wrapped them around his broad back. Ruxs kept stroking him, his orgasm stubborn as fuck. It was at the door but refusing to leave his body. It teased him, drove him mad. Then it became too much to bear.

He and Green grabbed, licked, and sucked until they’d fucked the covers off the bed, until the pillows were on the floor. Until fucking took on a life of its own. Fucked until everything was crazy, until lovemaking was long behind them and hard fucking was all they could do. Until they were fucking like beasts. Green was hard again. His hand back, flying up and down his cock, chasing that ecstasy just like Ruxs was.

“You motherfucker,” Green groaned. “Fuckin’ come.”

Then Ruxs was coming, coming harder than ever. Moaning and coming, talking to god like it was the first service on Easter Sunday. His body shook hard in that confined heat, never in his life had he felt such all-encompassing pleasure. His head throbbed along with his spurting cock. He barely registered Green’s hoarse shout, and his legs snapping ramrod straight as his cock shot one stream of pearly fluid up his chest, the rest running leisurely down his palm.

“Fuck,” he murmured against the side of Ruxs’ face. He’d come again. Twice in a matter of minutes.

Ruxs was working on not hyperventilating and slowing his breathing. He hissed as his dick slid from inside its heaven. He had a vague understanding of what was going on, his chest heaved as he crushed his lover into the soft mattress. He couldn’t put up a fight when Green pushed him off him, pushed him like he couldn’t take any more.

Ruxs chuckled with pride. “You said make you feel it tomorrow,” he panted.



“Asshole,” Green mumbled. Oh yeah. He had no doubt he’d feel that pounding the rest of the week. But damn. He couldn’t have asked for anything better. He was good and fucked-out.

At some point during their recouping they must have fallen asleep. They were both butt-naked on a bare mattress. Green could hear something ticking or knocking, he wasn’t sure. His head was fuzzy and his ass was pleasantly sore. He smiled and rolled until he bumped into the long slab of muscles snoring softly next to him. He rubbed his hand up and down Ruxs back until he finally began to stir.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

“Yeah,” he called out groggily, his voice rough with sleep. He looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It read ten minutes after midnight.

“Um. It’s me.”

Green was more awake now. Curtis voice was soft and he was barely able to hear him.

“Are you just getting in? Cause if so you’re in big trouble,” Ruxs mumbled.

Green slapped his hand to his forehead. Well Curtis sure as hell knew about them now.

“No. I got in on time. I was um, sleeping. Can one of you take me to the hospital?”

Green was already up, yanking on his lounging pants. He flung the door open, looking Curtis up and down. “Are you okay?”

Curtis flung himself against Green’s bare chest. Holding on to him for dear life. “No. The hospital just called. My mom died.”





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