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against his conscience, and opened them. "Okay." Just like
that, Micah was on Tucker, knocking him onto his back and
climbing on top of him. Micah was everywhere. It was exactly
what Tucker remembered of their one night together. The
sounds of their breathing and wet kisses filled Tucker's head,
making him ache as much as the feel of Micah against him
did. Why had Tucker waited so long to do this? Never again
was he going to go without this.
Wedging his hand between them, Micah shoved it down
the front of Tucker's boxers and gripped him. Micah broke
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their kiss, gazing at Tucker with a smirk on his lips. "I'm on
top."
Tucker chuckled, feeling happy down deep in his bones.
"So you are. Why don't you scoot up here?" Gripping Micah's
bare butt, Tucker urged him closer.
Micah groaned and scooted up. Holding his prick with one
hand, he dropped forward and rested his other hand on the
bed above Tucker's head. The tip of his cock stopped only
inches away from Tucker's lips. Fuck, Micah was something.
Tucker pulled Micah closer and opened his mouth, taking
Micah in.
"Ah, mios dio."
Oh my God is right. Micah's smooth, hard prick slid
through Tucker's lips. At first Micah moved slow, his prick
gliding along Tucker's tongue, stopping just before the head
popped from Tucker's mouth. The not quite salty taste of pre-
come was faint, but it was like manna from heaven. The look
of pure bliss on Micah's face and the taut ab muscles had
Tucker's own prick throbbing and begging for relief. He used
his grip on Micah's ass to control the speed of Micah's thrust,
making him move faster.
"Oh mierda, that feels good." Sitting and still holding his
prick, Micah stared at Tucker's mouth. With his other hand he
traced Tucker's lips where they stretched around his cock.
Tucker moaned at the sheer excitement he read in Micah's
face. Imagining the sight Micah was seeing, Tucker reached
up with his free hand and held his fingers to Micah's lips.
Micah sucked his fingers in with relish. His eyes closed but
his hips never faltered. Goddamn, that was hot. Closing his
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own eyes, Tucker savored the wet heat surrounding his
fingers. He couldn't wait to watch his own cock push into
Micah's pretty mouth.
Crawling off Tucker, Micah landed on the mattress beside
him, digging at something on his side of the bed. Micah's
pale, muscular ass wiggled.
"What're you doing?" Cupping one cheek, Tucker
squeezed.
"Getting lube." Micah made a distressed groan. "Damn it, I
can't find it."
Jerking his gaze away from Micah's behind, Tucker scooted
so he could see what Micah was doing.
Digging between the mattress and box springs, Micah
removed a small flip-top bottle. "Ah-ha!" As he sat, Micah's
pretty prick bobbed. "Why do you still have your underwear
on?"
Tucker lifted his butt and slid his underwear off. He
removed them so quick, his cock slapped against his belly.
Before he even knew what hit him, Micah tossed the lube at
him and engulfed his dick.
"Oh Jesus!" Even though Tucker had wanted this, he
wasn't ready for it. His balls drew closer and his stomach
muscles flexed. A tingle raced up his spine. There was a
muffled "hmm" and a vibration tickled his prick. Tucker closed
his eyes, just feeling the glorious mouth on him. Oh God, did
he just ? Ah. The tip of his cock hit soft tissue. "Oh damn,
baby." Tucker had to see this. He lifted his head and threaded
his fingers through Micah's thick black hair, urging him on.
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Fingers skimmed over Tucker's balls and the sexy slurping
sounds started. He dropped his head back down, staring at
the plain white ceiling, trying not to come. His head was
going to shoot right off if Micah kept that up.
Releasing Tucker's prick, Micah raised his head but didn't
stop caressing Tucker's balls. When Micah didn't continue
sucking after a few seconds, Tucker looked down at him.
Micah blinked as if he was trying to focus. He probably
was, without his glasses. "Lube."
Lube? Oh, right. Tucker located the bottle and squirted
some on his fingers. Closing it and tossing it aside, he trailed
his fingers through Micah's crease. Tucker was rewarded with
a little wiggle of Micah's hips. Oh, the way Micah situated
himself on his knees did nice things for his cock and balls.
Damn, that looked obscene and ... delicious. Tucker kept
rubbing the puckered opening with his slick fingers but used
his other hand to swat the pale ass, just to see that wiggle
again. Oh yeah, there it is. Tucker sank a finger in Micah's
tight body as Micah's mouth closed around him. The moan
around Tucker's cock had him gasping.
"Mmmm..." Micah's head came up and he pushed back
onto Tucker's finger. Abruptly, he dislodged Tucker's finger
from his ass and reached for the lube. Turning around, Micah
opened it. He grabbed Tucker's already saliva-slicked prick
and poured the slippery liquid over it.
"Micah..." Tucker sounded desperate, even to his own
ears.
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Flicking the bottle shut with his chin, Micah tossed it
toward the head of the bed. He straddled Tucker's hips and
lowered himself on Tucker's cock.
Tucker couldn't do anything but watch and feel. His breath
completely left his lungs, and he savored the feeling. He
wasn't sure what was better, the tight heat of Micah's hole
engulfing him or the sight of Micah's hard, leaking cock.
Grabbing Micah's waist, Tucker raised his head, watching as
his prick disappeared inside Micah. Only when Micah's ass
rested on his hips did Tucker look at Micah's face. "Oh damn."
With his eyes closed, Micah caught his bottom lip between
his teeth and dropped his head forward. After a few seconds,
he opened his eyes and licked his lips. He chuckled. "I I
can't see you."
Damn, wasn't Micah something? Tucker slid his hand up
Micah's tanned side, urging him closer. When Micah's face
was inches from Tucker's, Tucker raised and kissed Micah on
the lips. "How about now?"
Micah nodded. "Yeah," he whispered. "I can feel you too."
His voice quivered.
They sat there for several minutes staring at one another.
Tucker knew at that very moment it was going to be hell
leaving Micah again. Tucker wished he could stay on The Bar
D and make Micah more than a convenient husband.
Tucker's eyes grew watery and he closed them. Damn,
what was wrong with him? He wasn't usually this emotional.
Moving, Micah put his hands on Tucker's chest and rose
onto his knees before sitting right back down.
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A shiver raced up Tucker's spine and he opened his eyes.
Jesus, Micah was so tight. There was no way this was going
to last. Tucker should take charge but all he could do was lay
there and feel as Micah began to fuck him in a slow, steady
pace.
Grasping Micah's hips, Tucker held on and watched the
slim body ride him. The tight grip of Micah's body had Tucker
gasping for breath in no time. "Come on, baby." Tucker
grabbed Micah's cock and tightened his hand, letting Micah
push up into it then sink back down on his cock.
"Dios mio." Micah hurried his pace. His head dropped back
and a ragged groan tore from his throat seconds before hot
spunk spilled over Tucker's hand and on his stomach.
That was all it took. Tucker thrust up, pulled Micah down
and came. Tucker's whole body shook as Micah collapsed on
top of him.
After several seconds, Tucker wrapped his arms around
the slim back and stared up at the ceiling, listening to their
panting breaths. Running his hand through Micah's hair,
Tucker kissed Micah's forehead. It was hot but Tucker would
rather gouge his own eyes out than move the precious weight
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